At this moment, Zhou Delong had already licked the plate of Mapo Tofu clean, yet he refused the staff who came to collect the empty plate.

He actually picked up the empty plate, held it to his nose, closed his eyes slightly, and carefully sniffed the lingering aroma on it!

Seeing this action, the entire audience was instantly in an uproar!

This was a skill even higher than the "Clean Plate Action," an ancient, long-lost technique to express the utmost admiration for a chef—"Subtle Scent Appreciation"!

No wonder he's a world-class gourmet tasting master!

Looking at Zhou Delong's incredibly serious expression, it seemed he didn't want to waste even the tiniest bit of the remaining aroma!

Until the empty plate in his hand was dried by the wind, he finally handed it over reluctantly.

"Delicious!"

Under the expectant gazes of everyone, Zhou Delong finally uttered two words slowly.

"Why? Why is the human language so lacking in adjectives? Besides the word delicious, I really can't think of any other adjectives that can describe this worldly delicacy!"

Once again, Zhou Delong shed two lines of tears. He clenched his fist and pounded the dining table in front of him fiercely, as if condemning the impotence of the world's languages!

"Just now, when I was eating this Mapo Tofu, I first licked the spicy sauce on the tofu, immediately, a fiery sensation of spiciness and numbness rushed over me, making me inhale sharply!"

"Then, savoring the tofu in detail, the fragrance filled my mouth, the tender tofu passed through my mouth, smooth and appetizing, without losing the original mellow taste of tofu while enhancing the refreshing spicy flavor."

"And following closely were those tiny bits of minced meat, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, adding further to the flavor of Mapo Tofu, truly having the finishing touch effect!"

At this point, Zhou Delong paused, took the tissue handed by his granddaughter Miao Shiyun, wiped away his tears, then choked up and said, "If just now Chef Boris's Bouillabaisse took me to the coast of the Mediterranean full of Provence vibes."

"Then, Luo Chao's Mapo Tofu made me feel as if I was in the Earth's core, feeling the heat waves of the underground magma and the pulse of the Earth!"

"So, without any doubt, for this round, I choose Luo Chao!"

Having said this, Zhou Delong immediately raised the piece of wood inscribed with Luo Chao's name.

Then, he turned his head and directed his gaze at Sun Bowen, Lin Yun, and Miao Shiyun. Following Zhou Delong's gaze, everyone also looked at the three of them.

Feeling the intense pressure from the focused gazes, Lin Yun also wiped the tears from her eyes and cast her vote for Luo Chao with a clear conscience.

At this moment, only Miao Shiyun and Sun Bowen hadn't voted yet.

It was at this moment that Miao Shiyun glanced at the untouched Mapo Tofu on Sun Bowen's plate and couldn't help but cry out, "Mr. Sun, how come you haven't taken a single bite?"

Hearing Miao Shiyun shout, Zhou Delong suddenly stood up and ran to Sun Bowen's side.

Seeing this, indeed, there was not a single bite taken from the Mapo Tofu in front of Sun Bowen!

Seeing this scene, Zhou Delong suddenly flew into a rage, glaring his eyes wide and slapped his palm on Sun Bowen's table!

Bam!

"Mr. Sun! What do you mean by this?! Do you know that although the Mapo Tofu is delicious due to its spicy, numbing, fresh, and fragrant flavors, the soul of a top-notch Mapo Tofu lies in its heat!"

"The Mapo Tofu in front of you has already wasted a full fifteen minutes since it was served. It's no longer hot! You dare waste such a heavenly dish, I, Zhou Delong, look down on you first!" Zhou Delong ground his teeth and shouted angrily.

From the looks of it, if he weren't elderly and frail, and with so many people watching, he would have rushed up to severely chastise Sun Bowen!

Sun Bowen, being scolded by Zhou Delong, felt like a bucket of ice water was poured over his head, making him shiver all over and instantly wake up.

Good grief, Zhou Delong is the Zhou Family's Patriarch in the Capital, and he's also an esteemed world-class gourmet tasting master!

This is someone whose words could turn a roadside stall into a five-star hotel!

Yet, he's also someone whose words could turn a high-end hotel into a rural tavern!

Right at this moment, if he offended this Zhou Delong and let him give a poor review to his hotel in the culinary world, it would be fortunate not to go bankrupt, let alone rise to seven-star status!

Thinking of this, Sun Bowen licked his lips, which still had a slightly bitter salty taste, glanced at Zhou Delong, and seeing his anger slightly softened, finally weakly replied.

"Sorry, Elder Zhou, I'll eat, okay?" Sun Bowen, although agreed verbally, still had a tense string in his heart.

Taking a deep breath and preparing himself mentally, he finally grabbed a spoon and scooped a bit of Mapo Tofu into his mouth.

The spicy and fragrant Mapo Tofu entered his mouth, and Sun Bowen felt it in one word—spicy!

His tongue felt as if it were being pierced by a thousand fine needles, the tofu in his mouth no longer felt like tofu, but hot, smoking oil!

The saying that extreme spice turns into heat is indeed true!

Just this one bite made Sun Bowen flushed, with tears and snot flowing indiscriminately, and sweat the size of beans mercilessly dripping from his head.

He really wanted to spit out this mouthful of tofu that seemed like a death sentence, spicy enough to want death.

But one look at the glaring bull-like eyes of Zhou Delong in front of him, he had to force himself to swallow that mouthful of tofu!

Then, he quickly grabbed a bottle of mineral water nearby and drank more than half of it in one go!

Seeing Sun Bowen with tears and mucus flowing and sweating profusely, Luo Chao asked with a sly smile, "Hey hey, Mr. Sun, what's wrong? Is my dish not to your liking? Is it too spicy?"

Sun Bowen was about to blurt out "It's killing me with spice," but when he looked up at Zhou Delong's stern old face, he swallowed the words back.

"It's not spicy, not at all!" Sun Bowen replied with his eyes red, while opening a pack of tissues and wiping his nose and tears, he whimpered and said.

"Oh? Not spicy? Then why are you crying?" Luo Chao asked, barely holding back laughter.

"I'm moved! Elder Zhou is right, this Mapo Tofu is so delicious that it made me cry from how moved I am! Boohoo!" Sun Bowen said, actually starting to cry.

Zhou Delong patted Sun Bowen's shoulder encouragingly, "Mr. Sun, it seems like, just like me, you are a person of emotions! Come on, men don't easily shed tears. Hurry up and finish this plate of Mapo Tofu while it's hot!"

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