Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator

Chapter 303: How Stinky (Part 1)

Although the expression in Third Young Madam’s eyes was a little strange, Wenlan didn’t think too much of it.

She paused for an instant before flipping open the cloth covering the basket.

The refreshing spring wind blew past, helpfully spreading the sour smell from the contents of the basket.

Wenlan immediately pinched her nose with her free hand and held the basket as far away from herself as she could. Aggrieved, her voice came out nasally as she asked Chu Lian, “Third Young Madam, what’s this! Why is it so stinky? Has it gone bad on the way here?”

Chu Lian giggled and took the basket from Wenlan’s hand. “It’s not spoiled; it was like this from the start.”

“Ah?” Wenlan didn’t dare to stop pinching her nose. She stared at Chu Lian with wide, shocked eyes, unable to imagine how something so smelly could be food.

“Are you sure this is still edible? It’s all black and it smells terrible…” The smell alone was enough to drive anyone a thousand miles away in fear, let alone put it in their mouths.

Chu Lian let out a mysterious smile. “Don’t judge things by their covers. Once you have a taste of this, you’ll be hooked immediately!”

Although Wenlan didn’t reply, still in disdain over the stinky tofu in the basket, the blatant curiosity in her eyes betrayed her.

Wenlan watched as Third Young Madam earnestly washed her hands, as if she was really about to cook the stinky tofu. At the sight, Wenlan couldn’t help but say, “Third Young Madam, perhaps you should save this dish for another time? We’ve already prepared enough food for the meal today.”

Wouldn’t Old Duke Zheng faint if they served such a foul-smelling dish to him?

Considering that the stinky tofu’s smell really wasn’t for everyone, Chu Lian thought for a bit before saying, “Alright, I’ll just cook enough for myself then. Don’t serve it to the tent.”

Wenqing and Wenlan hurriedly agreed.

They had brought a specially made furnace with them. The furnace was fuelled by charcoal, and there was a custom-made steel wok on top of it.

Chu Lian poured the oil she had prepared into the wok and heated it up. Now it was time to fry the stinky tofu.

The stinky tofu had been chopped into blocks around the size of half her palm. She used a pair of chopsticks to place them carefully into the pool of oil.

When the black tofu entered the golden oil, bubbles formed around the blocks. Soon, the tofu spread out and expanded. Once the outer layer was fried to a golden crisp, it was time to scoop it out.

Since this was purely to satisfy her own cravings, Chu Lian only made a small dish of them, four pieces in total.

She carefully placed the four black and gold pieces of stinky tofu onto a clean, white porcelain dish. Finally, she poured the sweet and spicy chilli paste she had prepared earlier over the tofu.

Other than being a little stinky, the tofu actually looked rather delicious.

The black mixed with red was visually appealing, and there was a certain fried fragrance to it as well.