“Ah!”
Wuming swallowed a piece of tofu in one bite, and the next moment he showed an intoxicated expression.
The taste is spicy.
It was as if there were many little people dancing in my mouth.
They hold forks and keep poking their nameless taste buds upwards. Some are strong, some are weak, some are particularly diligent, and some are particularly lazy.
Different degrees of "poking" will cause different degrees of spiciness. After the spiciness ends, it will become numb, as if the taste buds have been hollowed out.
A few minutes later, Wuming opened his eyes and smiled, "I didn't expect the tofu from Tofu Star to be so delicious. If I use the tofu from Tofu Star as the raw material and cook it a second time, I wonder if it can be made into a more delicious delicacy?"
"Human?" At this time, a silly voice sounded.
Wuming looked in the direction where the sound came from and saw a panda slowly walking towards him. This panda was very tall, and compared to ordinary pandas, it looked more like a polar bear with dyed colors.
"Are you a mutant polar bear?" Wuming asked uncertainly.
The panda suddenly roared angrily: "I am a panda, a panda, a real panda!"
"Oh, sorry, it's just that you look too much like a polar bear." Wuming apologized without any apology.
It’s no wonder that he felt that the panda in front of him didn’t look like a panda. I guess anyone who saw it would think so.
The panda sat on the tofu not far from Wuming and asked, "Hasn't the human race been exterminated by the God of Food? Are you a monkey that looks like a human?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm human," Wuming said again without any apology.
The panda took out a pack of cigarettes, opened it, took out a cigarette, and asked, "Want some? Lollipop."
"Lollipop?" Wuming took it doubtfully and found that it was indeed a lollipop.
He put the cigarette-shaped lollipop in his mouth and asked, "Why a lollipop?"
"Don't you think that holding this thing in your mouth gives you a feeling of vicissitudes, loneliness, and a story? I'm an expert at picking up girls with this. There is no girl in the panda clan that I, the polar bear, can't get!" said the panda.
Wuming complained, "You let it slip. You're the polar bear pretending to be a panda with smoky makeup on!"
"You don't understand. My mother is a panda and my father is a polar bear. So if I think I am a panda, I am a panda. If I think I am a polar bear, I am a polar bear." The panda held the lollipop in both hands, exhaled a puff of non-existent smoke, and said in a vicissitudes of life tone.
Wuming just felt that this panda gave people the feeling of a street urchin, and now he was sure that this was definitely hereditary.
"This is not smoky makeup, look, it can't be wiped off. This is a gift my mother gave me." Panda wiped his eyes and the dark circles under his eyes were real dark circles.
Wuming said calmly: "Even if I believe you are a Chuan Chuan..."
"What's 'Chuan Chuan'? It should be called the fruit of the noble friendship between the two races!" the panda roared.
Wuming was silent for a moment, then spit out, "The fruit of the noble friendship between the two races is still Chuan Chuan."
"At least give me some face. A mixed-race child sounds better than a mixed-race child!" Panda slapped Wuming on the head and said angrily.
Wuming hit his head on the tofu, and was too lazy to get up, so he just ate the tofu bite by bite.