"What kind of brain is this tofu pudding? Could it be the brain of some kind of magic beast? "
Ian looked at the tofu pudding before him. The white tofu pudding was placed in a small bowl, with chopped pickled vegetables and other side dishes placed on top of it. A spoonful of orange sauce had been poured over the tofu pudding, and the aroma of the sauce and side dishes combined with the aroma of beans wafted toward Ian.
He had just finished his steak, and the refreshing aroma of beans was a pleasant surprise to him. The white tofu pudding was completely different from the brain that he had envisioned, and he didn't feel nauseous in the slightest.
"It looks very appetizing, and the aroma is very refreshing as well. It should taste quite good." Ian nodded before looking at the tofu pudding in front of Brooke with a smile, and said, "Brooke, you're not getting any younger, so you should cut down on sweets. It's not good for your health."
"Master, this is my only hobby. If I can't even eat sweets, I'll feel like something is missing from my life." Brooke smiled as he looked at the sweet tofu pudding in front of him with an elated expression.
The tofu pudding was square and white, and there was a layer of reddish-golden syrup on top of it. It looked like a piece of pure white jade wrapped in amber. When he picked up the bowl, the tofu pudding wobbled a little. It looked very springy, and there was even steam rising from the syrup.
The aroma of the heated syrup mingled with the aroma of beans, and he could already taste the sweetness in his mouth even before he had eaten it. For a dessert lover like him, this was simply too alluring.
The two of them picked up their spoons at almost the exact same moment before placing a spoonful of tofu pudding into their mouths.
"Hmm! This flavor! " Brooke's eyes immediately widened. The tofu pudding in the syrup melted in his mouth, and in contrast with the usual sticky syrup, this reddish-golden syrup was sweet but not greasy, and it didn't overpower the tofu pudding's natural aroma in the slightest.
He swallowed the tofu pudding down his throat, and the faint aroma of beans lingered in his mouth.
Brooke loved sweets, and he had eaten countless types of desserts. He would always carry a bag of sweets in his pocket, and it had already become a habit for him to have one every now and then.
When she first started working for Ian, she would often be so busy that she didn't have time to eat. When she was hungry, she would eat a candy. Gradually, it became a habit. If she didn't eat some candy every day, she would feel uncomfortable the whole day.
Even though he had tried all kinds of desserts, he still fell in love with the sweet tofu pudding after tasting it.
He felt as if he had suddenly fallen into a delicious trap, surrounded by countless sweet syrups. He plunged in, wantonly rolling and tasting inside, enjoying the smoothness and sweetness of this moment alone.
"What a delightful taste!" Ian looked at the empty spoon in front of him with elation on his face.
The white and tender tofu pudding was wrapped in an orange-red sauce, and there was a bit of chopped pickled mustard on top. As soon as he put it into his mouth, it melted without even chewing. The fragrant and sweet tofu pudding, savory pickled mustard, and sauce blended together perfectly. All kinds of flavors wreaked havoc in his mouth, and after swallowing, his mouth was filled with a faint bean flavor that was filled with a refreshing feeling.
Eating this savory tofu pudding after finishing the steak was an indescribable feeling.
The white porcelain spoons clinked against the sides of the bowls, and one spoonful of tofu pudding after another was shoveled into their mouths.
"Sweet tofu pudding is the king of all desserts! I've never tasted anything as delicious as this! This is an irresistible delicacy! " Brooker licked the syrups in his bowl clean before putting it down with an expression of awe and satisfaction on his face. It was as if his life had been elevated.
Ian put down his bowl and shook his head as he looked at Brooker. "You should try the savory tofu pudding before you say that. Treating tofu pudding as a dessert is an insult to tofu pudding. Tofu pudding should be a delicious snack, not a sweet dessert."
"Master, I respect you very much, but desserts are my religion. Sweet tofu pudding has completely replaced desserts in my heart, so please don't insult it." Brooker looked at Ian with a serious expression, and said, "Also, tofu pudding already has a slightly sweet flavor, and adding the syrups in it maximizes that flavor. I think this is the correct way to make tofu pudding delicious. Salty tofu pudding is the only thing that's going to ruin its flavor."
"As your boss, I have to correct your erroneous beliefs. Tofu pudding should be eaten salty!" Ian also wore a serious expression.
"Master, you may be my boss, but you can't change my mind about sweet tofu pudding. I'm willing to live and die with sweet tofu pudding." Brooker wore a determined expression.
Ian stared at Brooker for a long while before placing his hand on the table. Brooker immediately rose to his feet, but he still had no intention of backing down.
"Then I'll also stand by my decision." Ian harrumphed coldly before rising to his feet and making his way toward the kitchen.
"I respect your decision." Brooker heaved a sigh of relief, and he suddenly felt as if his legs were about to give out from under him. He had worked for Ian for several decades, and this was the first time he had ever opposed him. Who would have thought that it would be over a bowl of tofu pudding?
"Boss … Mag, right? The steak and savory tofu pudding are very delicious, but I still want to discuss something with you. Can you sell me a bottle of your wine? I only want one bottle, and I'll sell it to you at the same price as before. "Ian made his way to the entrance of the kitchen, and turned to Meg as he spoke.
I'll sell it! I'll sell it! Meg was roaring internally, but he still shook his head with a smile as he said, "My apologies, but wine is not for sale."
"I'll add another 100,000." Ian looked into Meg's eyes.
"I'm not selling." Meg shook his head with a smile.
He felt as if his heart were bleeding. That was 300,000 copper coins he was talking about! The cost of buying a bottle of wine from the system was only a few hundred copper coins, yet the system was killing off such a lucrative business opportunity. What a massive waste of resources!
"System, why don't we set the winemaking method as the reward for our next mission? I'll be able to do it myself, so I don't want to tire you out every day." Meg was grinning internally.
"Mission rewards are random, but as long as the host works hard to complete the mission, there's still hope that you'll be rewarded with the winemaking method," the system replied.
"Do you think I'm an idiot? If I give you the winemaking method, then I'll have built my winery for nothing …" A line of text quickly flashed past Meg's attention.
"Interesting. Mr. Mak, you're welcome to visit my winery next time. I'll treat you to some of my wine." A smile reappeared on Ian's face as he looked at Meg.
"You're far too kind. If the opportunity arises, I'll be sure to visit you." Meg also nodded with a smile. He wanted to discuss with the old man whether they should hold a lunch auction together.
On Earth, Old Man Buffett's lunches were all auctioned off for hundreds of thousands of dollars each time. Even though this Old Man Buffett didn't invest in the stock market, he was just as legendary as Old Man Buffett on Earth. If news of this were to spread, the stock market would most likely explode.
Only that old man could come up with such a way of earning money when someone else was treating him to a meal and he still had to give him money.
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