"What is this? Why does it smell so bad?"
"Stinky tofu. It smells bad, but tastes great!"
"It smells bad, but tastes great?"
In front of the large pot bubbling with oil, Sid's face twisted with distaste as he looked toward Sam, the Special Forces Team captain.
The meaning was obvious.
However, Sam had no desire to try it either, and his gaze automatically swept toward the face of the soldier beside him.
In the end, when he saw the soldier's reluctant expression, Sam reminded him, "This is an order."
Damn! The black, blocky substance smelled barely different from shit—if anything, even more pungent.
With an expression of facing certain death, the soldier stepped forward and spent five iron coins on a bowl.
There were six pieces in total.
Since beans were not yet being grown on a large scale, tofu was still quite expensive.
After dipping one piece in the colorful sauce, the soldier lightly picked it up and swallowed it under the disgusted gazes of those around him.
Hiss.
The crispy fried tofu skin suddenly split open in his mouth, and the mixed sauce rushed across his taste buds.
The tender interior wrapped around a hint of spicy pepper fragrance that shot straight from his nasal passages to the crown of his head.
What was this flavor? A glimmer of tears suddenly appeared in the soldier's eyes, and his whole body began to tremble slightly.
Of course, he had been choking! The Nutritional Meal at Qinggang Shelter did not contain anything like chili peppers.
After all, the shelter was located in a tropical climate. Eating spicy food there was practically inseparable from suffering internal heat.
But after swallowing the flavor carefully, the soldier picked up another piece and closed his eyes, beginning to chew it slowly.
This time,