"Cut the tofu into strands as thin as hair?!"
Even though Qin Lang's voice was getting lower, Qi Xiaoyu, with her keen hearing, caught the crucial point. She couldn't help but widen her eyes, showing a surprised expression, "Qin Lang, are you joking?"
That is soft tofu!
It could crumble under the slightest pressure. How could such a delicate ingredient be cut into strands as thin as hair?
Even with all her imagination, she couldn't picture it.
Du Weiwei and Zhao Chen on the side showed similar expressions.
They also couldn't imagine what kind of knifework could cut tofu into hair-thin strands.
"You'll see it in the future." Qin Lang smiled mysteriously and didn't say much, "Alright, let's start eating!"
With Qin Lang's prompt, the three switched their focus back to the delicious food in front of them.
Let's eat!
...
After a joyful meal, the three said their goodbyes shortly after dinner.
"Next time, I definitely won't lose."