Zongman: People in Conan, raising cats and mice

No matter what, something like Mapo Tofu tastes better when eaten with rice.

Matsumoto Akira picked up a large plate, put all the mapo tofu on the plate, and then covered the plate with a lid.

Only then did he push open the kitchen door. Although the plate was covered with a lid, the smell in the pot had not yet completely dissipated.

As soon as the door was opened, all the girls outside smelled that smell.

"Damn it, this feeling is simply indescribable!" Suzuki Sonoko was slightly stunned.

It can be said that they have everything they need at home; they can get whatever they can get.

But in the past, none of the chefs they hired could make the same taste.

However, Suzuki Sonoko also knew that this kind of thing certainly could not be blamed on the masters. The main reason was that Matsumoto Akira's cooking skills were a little too outrageous.

Normally, just eating home-cooked meals made Suzuki Sonoko feel that only the dishes made by Matsumoto Akira were a level higher than those of others.

Now the remaining taste of this carefully made magical mapo tofu can make Suzuki Sonoko understand one thing, that is, she had underestimated Matsumoto Akira before.

The taste that the other party had achieved before was not his limit. Fortunately, the other party did not have any bad intentions.

It’s just that the food I cook is very delicious and there’s no addictive feeling. Otherwise, how could I eat other food?

Later, Suzuki Sonoko also asked her parents what was going on.

After all, the food prepared by Matsumoto Akira was really too delicious, but after eating it.

I know that the food prepared by Matsumoto Akira is delicious, but I don’t feel addicted to it.

Even though the dishes cooked by Matsumoto Akira have clearly raised my taste buds, when I eat other meals, I still think they are delicious.

Later, Tomoko Suzuki and Shiro Suzuki also invited Akira Matsumoto to be their guest, very early in the morning, when they were camping in the wild.

I also tasted the barbecue made on the spur of the moment by Matsumoto Akira. Obviously everyone was grilling it manually, but the barbecue made by Matsumoto Akira was obviously too delicious to be true.

However, it was later proved that Matsumoto Akira simply had that talent, because there were no other seasonings and everything was prepared by them.

In such a situation, there is no way to force others not to use their talents, and there are no addictive side effects.

Isn't it nice to taste this extraordinary delicacy occasionally? Even the Suzuki couple sometimes regret that there is always a layer of separation between themselves and Matsumoto Akira.

It's nothing like Suzuki Sonoko, who, because of her close relationship with Matsumoto Akira, can easily find time to go to Matsumoto Akira's house for a meal.

You can just go through without having to worry about anything, which makes you feel much freer than them.

“Indeed, there is a strange feeling!”

Nakiri Masaaki took a deep breath and nodded in agreement.

I seemed to have heard of that smell before, but I didn't have any impression of it.

I don’t know if it’s because of a problem with my memory, or if I’ve simply heard of similar possibilities but haven’t really come into contact with them.

After Matsumoto Akira brought a large plate of magical mapo tofu to the table, he turned around and scooped up all the rice for everyone.

"Come and try this magical mapo tofu that I copied!"

When everything was ready, Matsumoto Akira nodded with satisfaction and opened the lid.

As soon as the lid was opened, the aroma spread quickly like magic.

First, the unique numbing aroma of pepper, with a hint of freshness and stimulation, penetrates into the nasal cavity.

This is followed by the rich and warm spicy smell of chili, which seems to ignite the nerves in the nasal cavity.

At the same time, the mellow meat aroma of the meat sauce and the elegant bean fragrance of tofu follow closely, mixing together to form a complex and charming aroma.

The tofu lay quietly on the plate, each piece was plump and juicy.

The bright red chili oil seemed to have covered the tofu with a gorgeous red robe, with bits of meaty smell gleaming in the chili oil like gems inlaid on the red robe.

The emerald green onions dotted on the tofu look like jade, adding a touch of fresh color to the dish.

"Oh, it's Mapo Tofu. I've heard of this dish, but I've never tried it before!"

Takasaka Enoka's eyes widened and she recognized the dish almost instantly.

Although she had never tried it, she had heard of it before.

When these words were spoken, even Nakiri Managi next to him showed a slightly surprised look.

As for Mapo Tofu, people who like it will naturally love it very much, while people who don’t like it will often stay away from it.

Many people don’t even know how Mapo Tofu is made, and think it’s just like normal fried tofu.

I don’t know if Takasaka Enoka was right by accident, but this is indeed a dish of Mapo Tofu, but it doesn’t look like ordinary Mapo Tofu.

Nakiri Managi was still very confident about this. She had tasted mapo tofu made by others before and the taste was indeed unique.

Unfortunately, it failed to make her divine tongue feel new again.

The girls present did not pick up their chopsticks immediately. After all, the main purpose of this time was to let Nakiri Managi try to see if she could break through the blockade of her Divine Tongue.

Let’s taste the delicacies of this world again, so naturally we have to let Nakiri Managi try the taste of this mapo tofu first.

Nakiri Managi had no intention of refusing and simply picked up the chopsticks beside her bowl and stretched them out.

Pick up a piece of tofu gently with chopsticks, and the tofu will be like a well-behaved little dumpling, and will be obediently sent into your mouth.

As soon as it enters the mouth, the tofu is like a soft cloud, sliding across the tip of the tongue without any hindrance.

With a light bite, it spreads gently in the mouth, releasing a faint bean fragrance. The taste is like eating the most delicate pudding, but with the unique freshness of tofu.

But just after enjoying this unique freshness, another smell followed.

That was the meat sauce that I hadn't noticed before, this small part that had been ignored before. After all, the meat sauce in Mapo Tofu in the past would not have this feeling.

The taste of the meat sauce is a highlight of this dish. Its size is just right, and each piece of meat sauce absorbs the rich flavor of the soup.