The remaining garlic sauce mixed with the vermicelli at the bottom, slippery and smooth.
Another oyster sprinkled with mozzarella cheese, when picking up the oyster meat, the cheese stretched into a long string.
Ye Fei rolled it several times before breaking the cheese string.
"It's surprisingly not greasy," Zhao Gushen remarked in amazement, "and there's a garlic aroma."
Initially, he thought it was the flavor of the garlic oysters next to it.
But the taste was different.
Zhao Gushen pushed all the cheese aside and discovered that there was garlic paste hidden underneath.
"It's the taste of the garlic paste that balances the cheesiness," Zhao Gushen realized.
Xiao Mo was too busy eating to speak, continuously munching away.
Halfway through eating, he took a sip of grape juice.
Imitating the way people drink spirits on TV, he let out a mature "ha!"
Zhao Gushen: "..."
"By the way, Wei Wucai sent me the wedding invitation today," Zhao Gushen said.
