Osmanthus Mung Bean Pastry

Mother Xu had long thrown her original intention of only eating one bite to the back of her mind. After finishing one osmanthus mung bean pastry, she couldn't help but eat a few more. Finally, after savoring a piece of rose mung bean pastry and feeling her stomach completely full, she reluctantly let go of the remaining pastries.

Mother Xu ate with such relish that she looked no different from someone filming an advertisement for this pastry. Xu Wenzhe, standing nearby, was salivating with greed and reached out to take one. As a result, his hand was slapped away by Mother Xu halfway.

Stunned for a moment, Xu Wenzhe said aggrievedly, "Mom, there are two whole boxes of mung bean pastries here. You definitely can't eat them all, why not share some with me?"

"I'm keeping them to eat tomorrow." Mother Xu pulled out a tissue and elegantly wiped the corners of her mouth: "You bought such delicious pastries but hid them, not wanting to let me eat. Not to mention the mung bean pastries, your pocket money for next month is also cut."

Xu Wenzhe: "..."

When Father Xu returned from socializing, it was almost ten o'clock at night. Seeing his wife fast asleep, he couldn't bear to wake her. He had drunk a bit too much at the banquet, and as the drunkenness gradually faded, the emptiness in his stomach began to show. He opened the refrigerator to find something for a late-night snack and discovered two boxes of exquisite pastries lying in the cold compartment.

His wife had recently been on a diet and exercising, rarely eating pastries. And pastries with such an exquisite appearance were definitely not bought by Xu Wenzhe for himself. Therefore, he immediately concluded: This must have been bought by his wife for him!

Although he didn't like sweets, feeling his wife's love made Father Xu feel extremely warm. He took out the box of pastries and casually tasted two. Instantly, his eyes widened. This pastry... was truly too delicious.

He originally hated sweets because he felt they were very greasy. But this kind of mung bean pastry was completely different; it had a sweet, cool, and refreshing taste, not greasy at all, conquering even a non-sweet-tooth person like him. This was the first time Father Xu had eaten such a satisfying pastry. He couldn't help but take out his phone, took several photos in a row, and posted them on Weibo.

*Chairman of Hongyuan Construction Company: My wife's love (Heart) [Image]*

The number of followers on Father Xu's Weibo was less than a thousand, mostly employees and close partners. What he didn't expect was that this post became extremely attractive, even entering the city's trending list.

In reality, Father Xu was not a celebrity, and the content he shared was just daily life. There were countless beautiful pastry images on Weibo, so this post shouldn't have been so popular. However, the effect from his acquaintances was very strong. In less than an hour, the post received more than 100 likes. Father Xu was overjoyed, feeling like he was about to become a celebrity, and enthusiastically replied to each comment.

President Wang, who had just been drinking with him tonight, commented: "Looks delicious, I want to buy some too. Where did you buy it? My daughter will definitely like it."

Father Xu replied: "My wife bought this for me, I'm not sure of the address. But I guess it's from Dinglou; my wife often buys pastries there."

Dinglou was a famous old shop in Haishi with a history of more than five hundred years. Its food and pastries were considered the best. However, when Mr. Wang called to place an order, he was told that they didn't sell this kind of fresh flower mung bean pastry. Mr. Wang went back to Father Xu's Weibo and commented: "I asked, Dinglou doesn't have this kind. Ask your wife where she bought it and let me know."

Father Xu replied with a laugh: "So it's not from Dinglou? Then I must say honestly that this pastry is not greasy at all. I think Dinglou's pastries are still a bit too sweet, not as good as this mung bean pastry. I still prefer this one."