Next, the editor posted a GIF of elementary school students kowtowing to each other on a green tree, using three strings of meatballs as a symbol of sworn brotherhood.

There's also a short video clip of Zhang Keai PK'ing with Tiger.

At the end of the post, she shared the addresses of the two schools where Qin Yi set up her stall, along with photos of the food on two meatball tricycles.

Qin Yi used her index finger to pull the phone screen down.

The comments section is buzzing with discussion.

[Liu, Guan, and Zhang, why haven't you come quickly to invite me to join your cause?]

Is what's happening in the video real? Are elementary school students really going to such lengths just to get a decent meal?

I've experienced all the terrible food recommendations from this editor; I suspect we've all been eating at the same place.

After eating that spicy hot pot, I also transformed into a golden warrior...

I also broke down over that sandwich. One day after work, I bought it for dinner, and I burst into tears the moment I opened it. I really wanted to call the police.

Did you see that oven full of huge, round meatballs in the boss's car? The editor said they're handmade; I want to just carry that box away!

[No, didn't you all see those sugar-coated dumplings that are glowing like amber? I would scream if I saw such beautiful sweet soup in real life!]

I absolutely love that green panda bath bowl; I must get it tomorrow!

[Elementary school students, prepare to tremble!]

Qin Yi muttered to herself, "I told you not to use your phone before bed."

Then I quietly changed my alarm for 8 a.m. to 6 a.m.

Thursday at 11:30 a.m.

Qin Yi drove her white dumpling dessert cart and set up her stall in the same secluded open space as yesterday.

The chicken cutlet vendor saw her passing by, waved and called out, "Hey girl, why are you setting up your stall over there? There are still empty spots here."

Qin Yi waved her hand at him, indicating that she couldn't go over there: "There are fewer people here."

Chicken Cutlet Guy?

First, fill the display window with sugar water—white, green, red, blue, yellow, and purple—the double-layered glass cabinet is packed full.

Then, they pulled out a portable gas stove, a frying pan, and a stainless steel cooking bowl from under the table.

Boil water in a pot, scald the glutinous rice flour with the hot water, add fruit and vegetable powder or purple sweet potato puree, and knead into various colored glutinous rice doughs.

Qin Yi put on gloves, picked up a bowl of purple dough, and immediately started making meatballs.

When you're a beginner, you'll need to knead the dough into a long strip, cut it into small pieces, and then roll them into balls by hand.

But she doesn't need it now at all.

Use your thumb, index finger, second finger, and third finger to twist and pinch the dough, then roll it into a ball in your palm.

In less than two seconds, a smooth and round little dumpling can be made.

Once the water in the pot boils, cook them until done, then put them in ice water and add sugar syrup.

This last step is crucial.

Because after being chilled and sipped in sugar water, the cooked meatballs can be left for several hours without easily sticking together.

During those crucial 30 minutes, Qin Yi prepared more than ten additional bowls of food.

She stopped what she was doing only when she saw Tiger and Zhang Ke'ai running towards her.

Tiger rushed ahead, seemingly remembering the loss he suffered yesterday, and ran with extra effort.

Zhang Ke'ai originally wanted to pursue him, but seeing him and those boys charging like a herd of wild horses was unsettling.

Even if they can't catch up, the Barbie team continues to move forward with their rapid yet elegant pace.

With a sudden stop, he nearly crashed into Qin Yi's car. Tiger, panting heavily, said, "Sister! I got here first! We want 15 bowls!"

"without……"

"Sister!" Zhang Ke'ai arrived as well. "We want 15 bowls too! Is that not enough? If not, I'll continue the competition with him! Today, he won't be able to take a single bowl away!"

Qin Yi said to Zhang Ke'ai, "Little girl, you like PK battles so much? Do you always win the title?"

Zhang Ke'ai raised her delicate, fair face: "For me, PK can take down 99% of my opponents!"

Qin Yi and Tiger asked in unison, "Then what's the other 1%?"

Zhang Ke'ai shook her head helplessly, "It's my good-for-nothing younger sister."

Qin Yi smiled knowingly, "I have enough stock to sell today, and I can supply the desserts for both of your top groups. But if you want to have a showdown, that's fine too. I still love watching the show."

Zhang Ke'ai shook her index finger: "I'll politely decline."

Qin Yi is packing up the thirty bowls of sweet soup for the children one by one.

Cheng Yingtao happened to arrive for lunch. Seeing how busy the owner was, she skillfully helped by putting on the lid and placing the spoon.

Then carefully pack it into a packaging bag.

"Thanks, you're quite skilled."

"I've been eating here for so many days, and I've learned how to eat it by watching."

After delivering the thirty bowls of sweet soup, Qin Yi glanced at the time: 12:30.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! It's over there! ~~~~~~~~"

Across the street, a young girl in a white hoodie was vigorously shaking the hand of the person next to her.

"Lu Qingyu, stop yelling, my ears can't take it!"

Lu Qingyu and her best friend walked through a group of elementary school students and their parents and finally arrived at the dumpling dessert shop.

The two were dazzled by the vibrant colors of the Maruko-chan.

"Ahhh! It looks even better than the photos on the top influencer's official WeChat account!"

After all, she was a female college student who frequented dessert shops and milk tea shops.

Unlike those elementary school students who haven't seen much of the world.

They have higher standards for desserts and a higher threshold for surprise.

The last time Lu Qingyu was amazed was by the matcha jasmine cake roll she bought from a personal shopper.

Unfortunately, that bastard Lu Ziyi snatched half of them, and when I tried to order from proxy bidders, the orders were overwhelming, and I couldn't buy any at all!

"Look, that's a panda taking a bath! It's ugly-cute!"

“Its expression is so cute,” my best friend said, her eyes shining. “But I like the sweet rice balls in the rice wine bowl next to it even more. Look, even the ice jelly has osmanthus flowers embedded in it. I love these shiny things.”

At this moment, Cheng Yingtao was already sitting on the stool, opening her first bowl of lunch to enjoy it.

"Boss, what does that bowl you're eating taste like? It looks delicious."

puff.

That was close! I almost spat out a whole meatball.

"I'm not the owner, I just came to buy meatballs."

"Haha, sorry, I see there's only one chair here, and you just happen to be sitting on it."

"This bowl in my hand contains taro mochi balls. The bottom layer is a smooth purple taro paste, the middle white layer is called fresh milk mochi, which melts in your mouth, and the top layer is purple and white glutinous rice balls."

"You said you weren't the boss, yet you're explaining things in such detail."

Qin Yi was also surprised to hear this: "Wow, you've become a chef after eating for so long! You know everything I make."

Cheng Yingtao took a sip of the syrup shyly: "Because of love, I understand."

"Look, over there! The one with the white canopy that lights up."

"Last night I saw Sister Zicheng say that this is the most conscientious and delicious meatball shop near an elementary school. Is that true? Did they get paid for advertising?"

"It doesn't seem likely. Look at the owner's simple tricycle, and the sweet soup is cheap. Last night I read an article saying that everything was 5 yuan a bowl. How could he have the money to advertise with Sister Yi? I heard that an advertisement costs tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of yuan."

"Yes, yes, the white shed is the dessert shop. I rushed over as soon as I got off work, afraid that it would be sold out if I came too late."

At 12:30, most of the students at Ziyi Primary School had finished lunch. Nearby office workers took advantage of their lunch break to come out and exercise, and even students from nearby Ziyi Middle School strolled over in their school uniforms.

Qin Yi had seen her share of big events before, and she watched as the crowd gradually grew in front of the stall.

Immediately turn on the portable gas stove, place the pot on it, and get ready.