Shocking! The entire court was drooling with envy because of me.

"This stinky tofu tastes best when eaten on the street! Come on, you should try some!"

Without saying a word, Old Master Yan shoved two packets of stinky tofu into Yan Wenli's hands, and then began to devour them, getting his hands and mouth covered in red oil, completely disregarding his image.

Yan Wenli was stunned. When did his father start eating like this? What's the difference between this and a reincarnated starving ghost?

He held two servings of stinky tofu, at a loss, his brows furrowed tightly.

The stinky tofu, fried until it bubbled, was drizzled with chili oil and sprinkled with bits of chopped cilantro.

It looks surprisingly good.

But the key thing is, this smell...

Yan Wenli still felt the stench; he felt the whole street smelled terrible.

"Eat up! I'm telling you, you'll regret it if you don't eat now!" Seeing his son staring blankly, Old Master Yan couldn't help but say.

After saying that, he buried his head in the stinky tofu again.

Yan Wenli sighed, and after a long while said, "Father, let me try that pickled radish."

At least the pickled radish doesn't smell bad.

"Pickled radish...if it's pickled radish..."

Old Master Yan looked reluctant, but finally hardened his heart and said, "I can let you try two slices."

Yan Wenli took a look and had an idea in mind.

Judging from Dad's expression, pickled radish must taste much better than stinky tofu!

He'd rather eat pickled radish than smelly tofu.

The next moment, Old Master Yan began to ramble on:

"There's not much pickled radish, only two servings, and each serving only has five or six slices, which isn't enough at all. You can only eat these two slices..."

She kept muttering to herself while watching with longing eyes, feeling heartbroken.

Yan Wenli was speechless. It was just a few slices of radish, was it really that big of a deal?

Upon closer inspection, this pickled radish is quite beautiful.

The color is a light pink, which is obviously the pink that comes from the inside out after the radish has absorbed the juice.

It was a thin, curved piece, like a delicate pink petal, with juice dripping down its edge, crystal clear.

Yan Wenli had no qualms about eating the pickled radish.

He put a piece directly into his mouth.

click-

When you bite into it, it's extremely crisp, but not a thick, dense crispness; rather, it's a thin, clear crispness.

The next moment, juice gushed out, as if biting into a morning dew.

The unique sourness of rice vinegar surged in his mouth, making him shudder involuntarily, the sensation spreading from the tip of his tongue all the way to his cheeks.

Yan Wenli's eyes lit up. He felt as if he had come back to life in an instant. The sour feeling was invigorating and made him feel incredibly comfortable.

Before the sourness had dissipated, a hint of sweetness welled up in my mouth.

This sweetness isn't the sweetness of sugar, but a faint, almost imperceptible sweetness, like the lingering sweetness after swallowing mountain spring water.

The sweetness balanced the sourness, creating an extremely wonderful taste in the mouth.

The flavor was only savored for a moment before the spiciness rose from the deepest part of the body—a gentle spiciness, hidden deep within, light and warm.

Swallow it down, and what remains in your mouth is coolness, a refreshing coolness.

It's like a cool breeze passing through your teeth, the coolness lingering for a long time, making you feel refreshed and relaxed.

"Dad, this pickled radish...it's absolutely amazing!!" Yan Wenli couldn't help but shout.

He had eaten his fair share of good food in the capital, but this was the first time he had ever tasted pickled radish like this.

Almost unable to control himself, he put another slice of pickled radish into his mouth.

Old Master Yan said smugly, "Now you know how good it is, right?"

"Let me tell you, this pickled radish is best eaten with stinky tofu; that's the only way it tastes the best!"

As he spoke, Old Master Yan demonstrated, taking a bite of stinky tofu and a bite of pickled radish. Then, he squinted his eyes and shook his head slightly, clearly enjoying himself immensely.

Yan Wenli couldn't resist any longer. The pickled radish was absolutely delicious, so the stinky tofu from the same shop must be just as good, right?

People are always curious.

Once curiosity is piqued, the body loses control.

Yan Wenli pinched his nose and carefully took a bite of the stinky tofu.

"Hiss~"

It's still a little hot from the pot.

The aroma of oil, beans, and soy sauce all filled my mouth.

The outer shell is crispy and the inside is tender; it's incredibly delicious.

"Oh my god!!!"

Yan Wenli jumped up on the spot.

"How can this stinky tofu be so delicious? How can there be such a magical food??" He was so excited that he spun around in circles and ate another piece.

Goodness, it's so delicious, I can't stop eating it, one piece after another.

While eating, I suddenly remembered what Grandpa Yan had said: pickled radishes and stinky tofu are a perfect match.

He stopped abruptly: "Dad, give me a few more slices of pickled radish."

"Why should a child eat pickled radishes? That's enough!" Old Master Yan naturally objected, and quickly took two steps back, hiding the pickled radishes behind his back.

There was only so much pickled radish; it wasn't nearly enough for him.

"Dad, I'm your own son, give me two more bites!"

Yan Wenli took two steps forward. He had just tasted such wonderful food, how could he possibly stop now?

He absolutely had to taste this perfect combination!

"Don't come any closer!!" Old Master Yan shouted warily, then grabbed his food and ran away.

Yan Wenli hurriedly chased after him, shouting, "Dad, don't run away! Let me have a taste!!"

"Give me a few more slices of pickled radish, and some stinky tofu, I want more!"

"You dare to chase after your own father? That's unfilial!" Old Master Yan was old and couldn't run anymore, so in his haste, he brought up the matter of filial piety.

Yan Wenli wasn't falling for it: "Dad, I'm doing this to help you. I was worried you'd be overwhelmed, so I'm helping you out. This is the greatest act of filial piety."

As he spoke, he reached out to snatch the pickled radish.

Old Master Yan was getting on in years and couldn't win the argument, so he could only sigh and say, "You brat, I knew I shouldn't have let you come along."

"Alright, alright, I'm just going along with you because you're my father."

"I know, thank you, Dad!"

Yan Wenli also began to enjoy a bite of stinky tofu followed by a bite of pickled radish.

One hot, one cold; one oily, one light—the combination is simply amazing!

The father and son ate a meal on the street, and it was impossible to tell that one was the former Minister of Revenue and the other was the current Minister of Revenue.

They looked more like two reincarnated starving ghosts.

......

Qian Duofu anxiously awaited the moment when the stinky tofu would sell out.

It's almost an overwhelming feeling of anticipation.

He envisioned that once the stinky tofu sold out, these customers would flock to his Duofu Restaurant.

After waiting for quite a while, we finally heard the lamentations of diners who couldn't buy stinky tofu.

He shouted repeatedly, "It's okay if you can't buy stinky tofu! Everyone can come to my restaurant, Duofu Restaurant, it's cheap and plentiful, everyone come and try it!!"

"Take a look! We're giving away free pickled radishes and peanuts today!!"