Rose Mung Bean Cake

If the former was rich, luxurious, and had a fragrance that seduced the heart, then the latter was gentle, moderate, and had a long-lasting aftertaste. The fresh and seductive scent of osmanthus enveloped the mouth, reminding Auntie Wang of the fragrant osmanthus tree she had planted in her courtyard as a child. As soon as autumn arrived and the flowers bloomed, the fragrance would drift for ten miles, making everyone passing by want to stop and look. Plucking a branch and placing it in the house could keep the fragrance for several days, and the air would become sweet. The people in the house would use osmanthus to make osmanthus cakes or dry them to make tea. Auntie Wang used to think the delicious osmanthus cakes she ate as a child were the best, but today's Osmanthus Mung Bean Cake told her: This is many times better! The mung bean cake was soft, sweet, and fresh, and the fresh osmanthus filling was gentle and pleasant, sweet to the heart but not greasy at all.

It made one not want to swallow, but only want to keep the sweetness on the tip of the tongue for a long time. At this moment, Auntie Wang no longer felt that she couldn't bear to eat the exquisite mung bean cakes; her eyes and heart only wanted to experience more of the delicious flavor. Seeing Auntie Wang eating so well, Auntie Zhang was extremely curious.

This reminded her of the fear of being dominated by the plum juice made by Bai Yi Nuo these past few days. Ever since the day she was mocked by Auntie Lin and couldn't drink the plum juice, she seemed to have gone down a wrong path, unable to swallow her pride and say she also wanted to try some. She could only watch her other friends, one by one, drink the plum juice and join the ranks of those taken prisoner by it. The sins one commits must eventually be paid for. Having been mocked by Auntie Zhang, Auntie Lin no longer said she would bring plum juice to her, and this time she brought the mung bean cakes without any intention of sharing with her. Auntie Zhang could only pretend to be calm, but her tone was like she had just eaten several lemons: "I'm not particularly interested in these mung bean cakes. If I want to eat them, I'll just have my daughter buy some."

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That day, Ding Lin caught Yang Fan hiding in his room secretly eating Red Oil Cold Noodles and dragged him out for a lecture. Yang Fan was very obedient and even swore he would never eat street market snacks again, which put Ding Lin at ease. Although Ding Lin was somewhat conquered by the flavor of the Red Oil Cold Noodles, parents always have double standards; she could eat them, but for healthy development, her son could not.

As a result, after Ding Lin triumphed over Old Master Su and triumphantly carried her Hot Pepper Chicken and Red Oil Cold Noodles out of the Bai Ji Eatery, she received a call from Yang Fan's homeroom teacher.

"Is this Yang Fan's mother? If it's convenient, could you come to the school now?"

"Yes, I am Yang Fan's mother. May I ask what happened?"

"It's not very convenient to talk about this over the phone. You should still come and meet in person."

Ding Lin hung up the phone, her heart anxious and unsettled as she rushed to the primary school Yang Fan attended. In the office, there were many teachers, and her chubby son, Yang Fan, was standing dejectedly in front of the homeroom teacher's desk, surrounded by five or six parents and primary school students. The atmosphere was extremely tense. Seeing this, Ding Lin couldn't help but feel worried. She went to the homeroom teacher and asked, "Teacher, I'm here. Why did you call me? Did Yang Fan do something wrong at school?"

At this time, the father of the boy next to him answered Ding Lin's question on behalf of the teacher, but his tone was very unpleasant: "Of course! Look at the 'good' thing your son did. Your son made our children cry!"

"Huh? What is this about?" Ding Lin was confused, completely unaware of what was happening. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned to ask Yang Fan, "Did you bully your classmates?"

The other boy's father nodded: "Exactly!" The several parents nearby also nodded; although they didn't speak, their faces showed dissatisfaction. The homeroom teacher sighed: "You should let Yang Fan tell you."

Yang Fan shook his head repeatedly and said, "I didn't bully them. Today I brought a portion of Red Oil Cold Noodles to class to eat, but they all wanted to eat my cold noodles and then they cried on their own. What does that have to do with me? If you don't believe me, let them say it themselves."

A boy about the same height as Yang Fan didn't disagree with Yang Fan's words but said angrily: "You're right, you really didn't bully us. However, you shouldn't have brought cold noodles to school to eat!"