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Upon hearing his words, Su Jin Se suddenly felt that the dish was not that simple anymore. She sat down and earnestly scooped a spoonful into her mouth. Suddenly, when the beans were lightly melted in her mouth, her eyes widened.

How could that be?

"How is it?"

"This isn't beans?"

Her interest piqued, she gently opened a bean and discovered that inside was actually meat with screws. That's right, it was meat with soft and slippery screws. The outside layer of this green thing was made with tofu, and it was made with green tofu.

Who in ancient times would cook such a strange dish?

Seeing that she was looking at him, Beiming Kun walked up, "How is it? I didn't ask you to come in vain. Look at this kind of cooking technique, can the ancient people do it?"

Su Jin Se took a deep breath and put down the spoon, "You mean that this dish was made by a modern man, in other words …"