Zhuo Qianqian at this moment just focused her camera on the white porcelain bowl, capturing the frame where goji berries fell into the tea soup, splashing a few drops of broth.
The white porcelain bowl contained nothing extra, just broth, tofu in chrysanthemum form, and a single goji berry. But when the soup splashed back into the bowl, with ripples spreading outward from the center, combined with the amber-toned soup base, it gave an indescribably sophisticated aesthetic.
"It's so beautiful, is this still tofu?"
"High-quality food and delicate dishes, the ancients certainly didn't deceive me."
"Even if this portion sells for 48, I'd feel like I've struck it rich."
"I'm beginning to understand why it's cut into chrysanthemum shapes. Visual enjoyment truly is as important as taste enjoyment."
"I really want to taste it, but I'm in Shanghai, and that dish seems out of reach here..."
