Yumi took the plastic bag.

He took out a box of fried meatballs mixed with chili and various savory sauces and gave it to his colleague.

He then picked up the box of grilled meatballs without any dipping sauce.

The aroma made their colleagues hold back their saliva.

“I’ve heard that frozen meatballs are a major problem area in food processing. The meat inside is very unclean. Do you know what lymph node meat is? It not only contains pathogens but may also cause cancer. Now, those unscrupulous merchants are buying up large quantities of these scraps to reduce costs. I never let my children eat street-side sausages and meatballs.”

Linzi walked away to drink water with disgust. "This is even more terrifying than the sandwich from before. Others might just be greedy for money, but this could be deadly!"

As the reporter for this feature, Yumi, with the idea that "if I don't go to hell, who will?", picked up a meatball.

"Eating a couple now and then is fine. Don't you guys eat meatballs when you go out for hot pot?"

After saying that, he bared his teeth and took a bite.

"Of course I won't eat it! When I eat hot pot, I only eat beef and mutton... Hey! Xiao Mi, why are you splattering juice everywhere you eat?" Linzi quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe the oil stains off her clothes.

"I'm so sorry, sis!"

Yumi was also surprised that the two-yuan beef balls could be worthy of such an honor, and quickly stuffed the remaining balls into her mouth.

The meatballs have a crispy, caramelized crust on the outside, while the inside is fresh and tender.

When you bite into it, you can feel the juicy filling bursting in your mouth – it's savory, tender, and delicious!

It tastes amazing! It's even better than the handmade beef balls she bought online for 70 yuan per pound!

Then she ate another plump white fish ball.

The texture is delicate and smooth, chewy yet soft, with a subtle peppery aroma paired with the salty and savory flavor of the sea, making it incredibly delicious.

The first two didn't disappoint her, so Yumi's wicked little hand reached for the spicy snack ball.

Tiny sesame seeds are faintly visible inside the bright red meatballs, which are roasted and tilted on the surface.

Before even taking a bite, you can smell a refreshing chili aroma, seemingly accompanied by the bold fragrance of Sichuan peppercorns, cumin, and various other spices.

Stuffing it into your mouth and chewing it is like eating a spicy meatball that has been cooked deep at the bottom of a hot pot, perfectly avoiding the thick layer of oil when you take it out.

It has the rich and multi-layered texture of spicy strips, and because it's a grilled meatball, the skin doesn't get oily at all, leaving a lingering fragrance in your mouth.

This boss is something else!

The spicy strips and meatballs are a perfect match, and Youmi can tell that the spicy strips are handmade.

It doesn't have a particularly strong artificial flavor; instead, it's all about the rich aroma of various spices.

If the owner is willing to make spicy strips by hand, how could the meatballs possibly be frozen?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Every single one she had just eaten was made with real fresh meat, which is why it had such a rich and delicious flavor.

Everyone remained seated in the meeting room to continue discussing which areas to report on.

Only Yumi silently puffed out her cheeks and chewed on the meatballs.

"Why aren't you saying anything? If it's not good, just throw it away. Don't force yourself to eat it," Linzi said with concern.

“Yes, the boss will reimburse you for all the shopping expenses, so don’t be too hard on yourself.” Another colleague offered their concern.

"I'm not wronged!" Yumi stuffed another squid ball into her mouth. "Not at all!"

"I'm going to apply for government funding tomorrow to buy takoyaki from this store!"

"Huh? You've been poisoned so quickly, kid? Should I call the police for you?" Linzi, who had been splattered with beef balls, reacted quickly, reaching for the fried meatballs on the table as she spoke.

“No need…” Yumi turned her head and saw Sister Lin swallow a meatball and chew it in her mouth with a happy expression, nodding repeatedly.

"You dullards, hurry up and eat these meatballs, or Sister Lin will eat them all! These meatballs are so fresh and delicious! They're completely handmade, no technology or grueling work involved!"

"Linzi! Give me another beef ball! I love it so much! The feeling of sucking the broth after it bursts in my mouth is so blissful!"

"Get out of the way! It's this beef ball that got my new clothes all dirty, it has to pay for it with its own flesh!"

"The chili sauce the owner makes is absolutely amazing. It's fragrant with a numbing sensation, spicy with a numbing sensation, and fresh with a spicy flavor."

"Yumi! Buy one box for each of us tomorrow! It's not enough!"

...

At 4 o'clock sharp, the little ones in grades 1-3 were released from school.

A number of primary school students came to buy roasted and fried meatballs.

Qin Yi was afraid that people would accidentally prick themselves while eating meatballs with bamboo skewers, so she would put them in boxes to sell.

At this moment, three children approached her, one tall, one thin, and one short.

The three of them stared at the giant meatball skewer billboard next to Qin Yi's car for a long time.

The tall man touched the string of large meatball signs and said to Qin Yi, "Boss, why don't the meatballs you sell look like this?"

He pointed to the food in the bowl with his little finger and said, "Why does it look like this?"

Qin Yi looked at it several times before she understood: "Do you want the kind of meatballs strung together like in the picture?"

The tall, short, and thin men nodded vigorously: "Yes! We want meatballs with sticks."

"Then be careful when you're holding it to eat, so you don't prick yourselves."

"Okay! We want three skewers of meatballs for 5 yuan each, with three on each skewer!"

Qin Yi skewered three meatballs, one for each person, consisting of beef balls, fish balls, and spicy snack balls.

The three of them each took one and happily ran away, holding them up.

Qin Yi was still a little worried about the children, her eyes following them constantly.

The three children stopped in front of a green tree not far ahead.

He twisted his shoulder and threw his schoolbag to the ground.

Then stick the meatball stick into the soil under the tree.

He knelt down on all six knees with a thud!

“I don’t want to be born in the same year, same month, same day!”

"I only wish to die on the same day, in the same month, in the same year!"

"Today, the three of us brothers swear brotherhood here, and from now on we will share both good times and bad!"

"Big brother!"

"Second brother!"

"Third brother!"

At this moment, several elementary school students stood behind the tall and thin man, their eyes sparkling with envy.

Qin Yi turned her head away, her shoulders shaking.

She truly hadn't expected that meatball skewers could have such an effect.

...

"Yan Tiechao! Slow down! I can't run anymore!"

A chubby little girl was calling out loudly at the door.

"Doesn't your dad come to pick you up every day? Why do you want to come with me?" A childish voice, but an old-fashioned tone.

"Do you still want me to bring you spicy snacks tomorrow?"

"We made a promise, you can't go back on your word!"

"Wait for me, I just want someone to talk to me on my way to the parking lot!"

Qin Yi stood with her arms crossed, smiling as she watched the two bickering children.

The little ones she met all day were adorable; they had names she never expected and did things she never imagined.

No wonder Grandma always said she loved being with children; their innocent hearts were like transparent crystal.