"Is that a spicy and astringent taste?" As soon as these words were spoken, even Huang Zheng was surprised and stood up. He quickly grabbed Tang Xiaorou's small arm and said, "Little sister, say it again, how many flavors did you actually taste."
Unexpectedly, she sighed with a hint of sadness and said, "I only tasted five flavors, and there's one more flavor, kind of like sweet, but not quite, I don't know what it is."
"Senior sister, we're taking this little girl," Huang Zheng said joyfully.
Because the taste of the last bowl of water they tasted was a dip commonly used by the Yonglin Pavilion. It was mixed with multiple flavors, specifically to test their sensitivity to taste. The average person could discern two or three flavors, and almost no newcomer could identify the fourth. But for Tang Xiaorou, so young, to taste five flavors, showed she was naturally destined for the culinary world; she was simply a little genius.
