Osmanthus Mung Bean Cake (2)

Xu Wen Zhe originally wanted to pack a portion of beef fried rice to go, but he discovered a new item in the shop. Because his previous experience had been so good, he didn't dare to underestimate the new dish as he had before, so he bought the Red Oil Cold Noodles and the Hot Pepper Chicken.

He avoided notice as he took the packed boxes, left the Bai Ji Eatery, and returned home. Just as he was about to enjoy the delicacies alone, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from beside the dining table. He looked up, and the figure of Mrs. Xu suddenly entered his sight.

Mrs. Xu had just returned from the beauty salon. Seeing the simply packed lunch boxes in front of Xu Wen Zhe, she couldn't help but be a bit surprised that her son, who usually had very high standards for food, had ordered takeout. If she wasn't mistaken, one of the boxes contained cold noodles that were standard for roadside stalls.

"Why are you eating from a roadside stall? Are you short on money lately?"

The moment Xu Wen Zhe saw Mrs. Xu, he awkwardly tried to hide the boxes in front of him, but this was clearly impossible. He could only cough twice in embarrassment: "I have enough money, but this wasn't bought from a roadside stall; it's from an eatery. My friend took me there last time, and I found the flavor wasn't bad at all." It was as if by changing "roadside stall" to "eatery," he could maintain his sense of taste.

Mrs. Xu was too lazy to guess; sometimes she liked her son's self-deceiving thoughts. She just gave an "oh" and said nothing more.

Xu Wen Zhe said: "Mom, do you want to eat?"

Mrs. Xu shook her head. She didn't have a cleanliness obsession like her son, but she had been exercising lately, so naturally, she shouldn't touch such oily things.

"I won't eat. You go ahead. I've been controlling my weight lately."

Xu Wen Zhe breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't that he didn't want his mother to eat, but if she didn't, his portion would be larger. As a result, Mrs. Xu sensitively noticed her son's relieved expression and felt as if she had missed out on something.

So she looked more closely at the dishes on the table. When her gaze swept over the fresh flower mung bean cakes, she suddenly lost her composure.

"You even bought pastries? Are they for me?"

"...What if I said they weren't?"

"Then I'll just make them for me." Mrs. Xu picked up the box of mung bean cakes, her eyes shining.

It wasn't for any other reason than that these mung bean cakes were made so exquisitely; they truly satisfied Mrs. Xu's youthful heart from every angle. The Rose Mung Bean Cake looked like a real rose, with rose petals glimpsed inside the cake, making one want to bite down and explore more. The Osmanthus Mung Bean Cake was covered with a layer of golden osmanthus flowers, complementing each other and significantly increasing everyone's appetite.

Mung bean cake is a very common pastry that can be found in every street and alley. Mrs. Xu could be said to have grown up eating mung bean cakes, but she didn't particularly love them. After all, the method for making mung bean cakes was very simple, and the flavor wasn't complex enough to make someone extremely fond of them. They were just ordinary.

But the mung bean cakes in front of her made her eyes light up, somewhat shattering her perception of traditional pastries. She had never seen mung bean cakes so exquisite and beautiful, not even inferior to Western pastries.

Originally wanting to control her weight, she couldn't resist picking up an Osmanthus Mung Bean Cake and putting it in her mouth. The sweet fragrance of the Osmanthus Mung Bean Cake entered her mouth and then permeated her entire body. Taking a bite of the Osmanthus Mung Bean Cake made one feel as if their entire soul was filled with fragrance.

Mrs. Xu chewed the osmanthus cake in her mouth, becoming more amazed the more she ate. Mung bean cakes sold on the market were usually made with a lot of oil, as if oil cost nothing. But the mung bean cake in front of her didn't have a bit of oil, nor was it sticky at all; it was soft and clear. It made her feel as if she were in a garden full of osmanthus trees, with osmanthus flowers blooming all around.

Additionally, the flavors of the osmanthus and the mung bean didn't clash as Mrs. Xu had imagined. Though the taste was unique, they complemented each other. The sweet scent of osmanthus and the fresh taste of mung bean created a distinct flavor that gave the eater ultimate satisfaction with just one bite.

It turned out mung bean cakes could be made like this! Mrs. Xu felt that this was no longer an ordinary mung bean cake; it was born from a mung bean cake and then evolved into a new, incredibly high-end flavor.