"Tofu paste?"
Everyone looked in astonishment as more and more of the white slurry piled up on the countertop.
Since it was crushed from soft tofu, the tofu paste appeared sticky, but if one observed carefully, it wasn't hard to see that, incredibly, not a single drop of water seeped out from the finely crushed tofu!
"Ah, so the water is already removed?"
Behind them, Yuchuan Meisha covered her mouth in disbelief.
Hozoi Midori was equally stunned, utterly puzzled by the secret behind the chopping and slapping of the tofu.
Dojima Yin, Shinohara Shigetaro, and Liangzi Lina, some of the top-specialty chefs heading for the Qilin Gate, all showed a uniformly grave expression.
"This... this familiarity...!"
Dojima Yin spoke slowly, "It reminds me of when he'd use 'spirit' to cook high-end dishes."
"The point isn't there, though!"
Andrea took a deep breath. Seeing Xia Yu move the finely crushed tofu paste into a mixing bowl that previously held flour, she was utterly befuddled.
