Rose Mung Bean Cakes

He patted his sobbing son's head. "Why are you crying? What's there to calculate between father and son? If I eat it, isn't it the same as you eating it?" The obvious result was that the son, far from being comforted, cried even more miserably.

*How shameless!* The parents couldn't help but sneer in their hearts.

Initially, they didn't believe what Yang Fan said. But seeing the man who had previously complained the most about the red oil cold noodles acting like this, they fell silent for a moment, staring at each other in a daze.

The spicy, numbing aroma that stimulated everyone's taste buds filled the air, making many of them swallow hard, their stomachs rumbling for food.

So they turned to look at Ding Lin and asked, "Why is he the only one with cold noodles, and red oil cold noodles at that? I want some too."

Ding Lin waved her hand. "They're all gone. I only bought two portions, and I haven't even had a single bite myself."

"Where's the other portion?"

Ding Lin looked across.

Following Ding Lin's gaze, everyone saw an empty box with only some broth left, sitting in front of the homeroom teacher.

As for the homeroom teacher himself, he was leaning back in his chair with an extremely blissful, soul-stirring expression.

Only then did the parents realize what they had missed. They had been mocking the cold noodles earlier, only for the last portion to be snatched away by someone else.

It was absolutely infuriating!

Seeing the intense glares from the parents, the homeroom teacher cleared his throat awkwardly. "...Yang Fan's mother, let's add each other on WeChat. I'll transfer the money to you, and please send me the address of the cold noodle shop."

The parents, led by this, finally quieted down. They no longer looked at the homeroom teacher with accusatory eyes, and some even gave him appreciative glances.

They were all adults; they wouldn't cry over a bite of food, but they would certainly solve the problem in a similar way.

...

Bai Yinuo was working in the kitchen. Colorful mung bean cakes of various kinds were being neatly packed into boxes one by one.

Yesterday, due to a lack of time, she had only made a few mung bean cakes. Today, during her free time, she made some more. As a result, she was spotted by the customers standing outside the kitchen. Most of them were regular customers of the Baiji Eatery. Since they started eating at Baiji Eatery, they would drop by every now and then.

If they didn't eat here for a few days, they would feel an itch in their hearts.

Having eaten here so much, they also wondered: since the fried rice and cold noodles were so delicious, did the boss add something secret to them?

Although their taste buds weren't as sharp as food critics', they could still distinguish whether a meal was simply delicious or addictively good.

If it was just ordinary egg fried rice with normal ingredients and methods, yet tasted so addictive, it would naturally make people suspect if the boss had added poppy shells.

But the rice used in Baiji Eatery's fried rice was of high quality, translucent and glistening. The red oil cold noodles used premium ingredients, and the minced meat was made from top-grade pork belly.

The dishes at Baiji Eatery could be seen to be of high quality with the naked eye. All the ingredients blended together to bring a sense of enjoyment to the tip of the tongue. Every dish was perfect in color, aroma, and taste.

The deliciousness of the ingredients was maximized to the highest level, presenting an impeccable appearance. It would be strange if such food wasn't delicious.

After their first try, these customers had become loyal patrons of Baiji Eatery, internally recognizing it as a treasure of a restaurant, and they knew the menu like the back of their hands.

This time, seeing Bai Yinuo making mung bean cakes, the customers in the shop found it very novel and gathered around.

A curious customer asked, "Boss, are you making dessert?"

Bai Yinuo nodded. "Yes, someone gave me some mung beans of excellent quality, perfect for making mung bean cakes."

"Are these mung bean cakes? Boss, why do your mung bean cakes look so different from the ones I usually eat?" The customer was quite curious.

The mung bean cakes he had eaten before were either green or yellowish-green; he had never seen them so colorful. These mung bean cakes were both delicate and beautiful.

"I added fresh flowers. This one is rose mung bean cake, and that one is osmanthus mung bean cake."

This was the first time the customer had heard of or seen fresh flower mung bean cakes, and his interest was instantly piqued.

Besides the real petals added inside, the outer shape of the cakes was also beautiful, looking exactly like real, delicate, and dewy flowers.

He couldn't help but swallow his saliva and ask, "Boss, are these mung bean cakes for sale?"