Huang Yaoshi's thick eyebrows furrowed again as he looked at Ouyang Ke and then at Guo Jing.
Clearly, even before the "martial arts contest for marriage" began, Huang Yaoshi's mindset had already tipped in favor of Guo Jing.
Although this kid is a bit simple-minded, at least he's honest and simple-minded, and doesn't have any ulterior motives.
Hong Qigong approached the food bucket and laughed, "Smells bad, but tastes good? Isn't it spoiled and moldy?"
Li Huan quickly grabbed his chopsticks, picked up a piece of "fried stinky tofu," and put it in his mouth.
As he ate, he said, "Master, you should know my character. Would I sell stale food?"
Hong Qigong chuckled: "In that case, let's serve the old beggar some stinky tofu first, so he can have a taste!"
Li Huan picked up the lunchbox, filled it with ten pieces of "fried stinky tofu," and poured a layer of broth over them.
Deep-fried stinky tofu already comes with ingredients such as minced garlic, cilantro, chopped green onions, sesame seeds, and chili sauce. When served with broth, it becomes even more appealing in color and appearance.
Of course, for Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng, and Ouyang Ke, stinky tofu was disgusting and had no appetite.
Hong Qigong, holding his lunchbox, sat down at the dining table and began to eat.
He chewed slowly, his eyes suddenly lighting up.
Huang Rong hurriedly asked, "Master, how does it taste?"
Hong Qigong had no time to answer, and quickly ate two more pieces of "fried stinky tofu," nodding repeatedly.
"Huan'er wasn't lying to me! It really does smell bad, but tastes delicious! Wonderful, wonderful!"
Ouyang Feng sneered, not believing Hong Qigong's words at all.
Hong Qigong wolfed down the "fried stinky tofu" in his lunchbox.
"Delicious! Huan'er, give me ten more pieces!"
Li Huan looked at Huang Yaoshi: "Island Master Huang, would you like to try some stinky tofu?"
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