Traveling through various miniature worlds with a small restaurant

Chapter 169 The Beastman World 6

Uncle Zhan picked up a piece of stinky tofu and ate it with relish, saying, "Dean, you really should try it. This stinky tofu is like magic; once you eat one piece, you want to eat the next."

After saying that, he pushed the plate in front of him away.

"You can try a piece first. There's a surprise!"

Dean looked at the plate of stinky tofu, hesitated for a long time, but seeing Uncle Zhan eating it with relish, he couldn't help but feel curious about this food called stinky tofu.

He glanced at Uncle Zhan's enjoyable expression, then at the stinky tofu that emitted a foul smell. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to give it a try.

"Then, Uncle Zhan, I won't stand on ceremony with you."

He picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of stinky tofu, closed his eyes tightly, and quickly put it in his mouth.

The moment the stinky tofu touched his taste buds, a strong, pungent smell filled his mouth, causing Dean to frown and almost spit it out. But then, a unique aroma also blossomed. The stinky tofu's outer skin was crispy, while the tofu inside was tender and juicy, with the sauce perfectly blended in, making each bite full of layers of flavor.

Dean opened his eyes in surprise and unconsciously began to chew: "Wow, this taste... it's really amazing."

Uncle Zhan laughed heartily: "I knew it! You can't just reject stinky tofu based on the smell alone."

Dean nodded, savoring the taste. He discovered that the stinky tofu was completely different from the stinky smell he had encountered before; the stinky smell had become part of its unique flavor.

Dean quickly swallowed the piece of stinky tofu, but he felt he hadn't had enough and wanted to eat another piece.

So I quickly ordered a plate of stinky tofu.

Uncle Zhan smiled and said, "How is it? Delicious, isn't it?"

Dean nodded and sat down opposite Uncle Zhan: "Uncle Zhan, is this shop newly opened? I remember seeing it was empty before."

Uncle Zhan took a sip of soy milk and relaxed his eyebrows: "I guess so. I haven't paid much attention to the neighbors next door."

Jiang Shuang placed a bowl of hot soy milk in front of Dean: "The stinky tofu will be ready soon. This is complimentary soy milk, please enjoy."

Uncle Zhan pointed to the soy milk in front of him: "This thing called soy milk is also delicious. You should try it."

Dean quickly picked up the bowl, took a sip, and exclaimed, "It's really good!"

One sip of this soy milk and you feel completely refreshed.

Dean's stinky tofu was served shortly afterward.

Dean ignored the heat, quickly picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, burying his head in it and eating it.

For a moment, Uncle Zhan and Dean didn't exchange any words; they were both eating stinky tofu with their heads down.

Dean had other things to do, so he left quickly after finishing his meal, and even packed one more to take away before leaving.

After finishing his stinky tofu, Uncle Zhan didn't rush to leave. Instead, he ordered a bowl of soy milk and slowly drank it.

When he saw Lin Xiaoqian come out of the kitchen, his eyes lit up and he immediately went up to her, "Young friend!"

"Uncle Zhan, thank you for patronizing our business again."

Uncle Zhan waved his hand: "Hey, it's because your stinky tofu is so delicious that people want to eat it again and again."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Uncle Zhan finally asked what was on his mind.

"Um, I tasted a kind of spice in your stinky tofu, and it tasted a bit strange. I wonder what kind of spice it is?"

After saying that, Uncle Zhan seemed to realize that his question was a bit offensive, so he added, "If it's inconvenient to tell me, you don't have to. It's just that I have a little hobby of studying spices, and this spice is very unfamiliar to me. I've never smelled it before. I just wanted to ask if it would be convenient for you to sell me some. I don't need much, just a little bit. The price is negotiable."

These words stunned not only Lin Xiaoqian, but also everyone else.

Spices? What spices?

What spices do they use in their stinky tofu that don't exist in this world?

Lin Xiaoqian pondered for a moment and said, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that we don't know what the spices you're talking about are."

Uncle Zhan picked up the empty plate in front of him and pointed to the small particles left on it.

"This is it."

Lin Xiaoqian leaned closer to take a look and realized it was cumin.

She thought it was something else entirely.

She has several large sacks in her warehouse.

Even if you give Uncle Zhan a pack of Wang Laoyezi brand cigarettes, nothing will happen.

"Uncle Zhan, oh, it's cumin powder. Please wait a moment."

Lin Xiaoqian strode into the kitchen and took out a brand new, unopened bag of Wang Laoyezi brand cumin powder.

"Thank you for patronizing our business. This packet of cumin powder is a gift for you."

Uncle Zhan was both surprised and delighted, and immediately accepted it, saying, "I can't accept this."

Lin Xiaoqian waved her hand: "It's nothing, it's no big deal."

Uncle Zhan carefully examined the cumin powder packaging and saw a portrait of an old man printed on it.

So he asked, "Is this the person who made cumin powder?"

Lin Xiaoqian and the others exchanged glances and chuckled, "Ah, more or less."

This is inexplicable, so let's just accept whatever Uncle Zhan says.

Uncle Zhan immediately placed the cumin powder packet on the table, looked at the picture on the packaging with a serious expression, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and lowered his head slightly.

Liao Zhuang nudged Zhuang Damao with his elbow: "Brother Zhuang, what is Uncle Zhan doing?"

"This is a custom of our clan, a way of showing respect to admirable people," Uncle Zhan explained after performing the ritual.

Liao Zhuang quickly covered his mouth, almost forgetting that orcs have very sensitive hearing.

Zhuang Damao chuckled and used his spiritual power to transmit his voice to him: "Silly, we're cultivators, can't we transmit our voices?"

Liao Zhuang stared at him with his big eyes: "I just forgot."

One minute it's technology, the next it's cultivation, and even magic. Right now it's in an orc world, how can it switch back so quickly? He often feels that his worldview is very fragmented.

Uncle Zhan left with the cumin powder, beaming with satisfaction. A little while later, he came back in carrying large and small bags.

"This is our shop's signature cake, and some other desserts. Please have a look. They're on the table. I have something to do, so please don't bring any more."

A smooth, quick combo caught Lin Xiaoqian and the others off guard. By the time they caught up, they saw that the door of the shop next door was closed tightly, and no matter how much they called, it wouldn't open.

Back in the shop, Jiang Shuang looked at the table full of cakes and pastries and exclaimed in surprise, "Did they pack up the whole shop? There's way too much."

Liao Zhuang gave a thumbs up: "Uncle Zhan is an honest man."

Then he picked up a pastry and put it in his mouth.

"Mmm~ This tastes really good, you guys should try it."

"Really?" The group became interested and quickly grabbed one each to eat.

“Really good!”

"Uncle Zhan's cooking is excellent!"

"good to eat!"

"Thumbs up!"

"I feel a little bad, but since Uncle Zhan likes cumin powder, let's give him a few more packets tomorrow," Lin Xiaoqian suggested.

"I have no opinion."

"agree!"

"plus one!"