The candles were lit, roses were placed, and the wine glasses were set. My feet were soaked in milk water as the female masseuse kneaded my toes in front of me.
Old Zhao chatted casually with Dunzi from a distance, "You're really taking it easy, aren't you?"
"Aren't you enjoying it too?" Dunzi, wearing slippers, was standing in line, almost his turn. "Boss Xiao Chen, another serving of mapo tofu with rice, please. It's great, perfect with rice."
Dunzi felt he had eaten too quickly earlier, focused on using the tofu to accompany the rice, and realized it was a waste to leave the half bowl of leftover broth.
The broth tastes even better than the tofu, but it's too numbing and spicy to drink directly. But mixed with rice, it would be perfect!
Chen Mo turned his head to confirm, "I'm really sorry, but we're out of tofu today."
"What?" Dunzi couldn't believe it, "You didn't make that many servings to begin with."
