After a little while, the waiters began serving the dishes.
As soon as the dishes were brought in, Jiang Siming caught a pungent, fragrant smell.
A plate of pitch-black tofu was brought in.
He Jiu smiled and asked Xie Nana and the others, "Which one of you ordered the stinky tofu?"
"Hahaha, it was Wu Xin. She said President Jiang definitely hadn't tried Changsha's stinky tofu before," Xie Nana said.
Wu Xin smiled awkwardly and carefully asked Jiang Siming, "President Jiang, do you like it? If you don't, I'll have them take it away."
"It's fine. I'm not picky. I've eaten stinky tofu before, so don't worry—I'm not that fussy."
After saying that, Jiang Siming picked up his chopsticks, put a piece into his mouth, and wore an expression of pure enjoyment.
Stinky tofu was just like durian. Those who liked it found it delicious, while those who didn't thought it smelled like—well, that thing.
Seeing how approachable Jiang Siming was, everyone relaxed.
Besides the stinky tofu, the three women had ordered plenty of other Changsha dishes, such as spicy crayfish, braised fish lips, braised soft-shelled turtle, and more.
Jiang Siming took a look. Almost every dish was covered in red chunks—in other words, chili peppers.
Seeing those dishes, Jiang Siming was both tempted and afraid. He was tempted because they really were delicious.
Although these dishes were common fare, they tasted far better than whatever Michelin-starred Western restaurants had to offer. They were simply better suited to the palate of the people of Huaxia.
As for what he feared, there was only one reason: they were too spicy. They could easily make one's backside spew fire in the bathroom.
Although he was already a Golden Core stage cultivator, he could actually seal off his five senses so that he