I wrote about tofu and tofu brain, so I had to write about stinky tofu.

Dust rots a new face, covering your mouth and avoiding your nose.

The smell is extremely strong and disgusting, and the tip of the tongue can't tell the difference between old beauty and old beauty.

Sorrow comes to you, hatred chews to pieces, and peony breaks under your teeth.

Tao is inexhaustible sooner or later, and it has nothing to do with taste.