"Little master, please have some milk tea."
Lu Wu held the cup with both hands and handed it to the little monk, her attitude of apologizing very sincerely.
"You didn't put anything in it, did you?"
The young monk remained suspicious, his eyes filled with distrust as he looked at Lu Wu.
"It can also be used to administer drugs, that's a good idea, I'll try it next time."
Lu Wu responded enthusiastically as if inspired, and the little monk quickly took a sip of milk tea to calm his nerves.
Compared to fruit tea, authentic milk tea has a richer flavor, but it's not cloying.
The little monk tasted it only slightly, and found the tea he was drinking tasteless.
The rich aroma of tea rolled down his throat, so smooth that the little monk didn't even have time to get used to the taste of the milk tea.
He looked down at the milk tea, seemingly unable to believe how wonderful it tasted.
After taking a big sip from the straw, the little monk lowered his head and bit down on it, and the pearl coated in syrup jumped into his mouth.
The black pearl gently brushes against my teeth, soft and elastic. The moment it's bitten, a sweet, slightly bitter caramel aroma emerges, only to be quickly overwhelmed by sweetness—it's just right.
Tick-tock!
This is the sound of water droplets condensing on the cup falling onto the stone pavement.
The water droplets are crystal clear, making them the perfect embellishment.
Perhaps it's just my imagination.
After a few sips of milk tea, the cool milk tea slowly flowed through his lungs, and the milky aroma melted between his lips and teeth. The coolness brought by the tea relieved the little monk's restlessness.
He had previously been convinced that Lu Wu had a problem, but now, he felt that the older sister in front of him was very kind.
"It's so sweet."
This is a compliment to "sweetness".
A slight blush rose on the young monk's face. He secretly glanced at Lu Wu, who was cleaning the stall, and clutched his robe, his voice muffled.
"Sister, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."
He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he had been feeling restless and unable to continue his spiritual practice these past few days.
That's why his senior classmates stopped his studies and let him do some leisurely things to pass the time.
He knew that the next two weeks would be very special for Tianfo Temple, and he was afraid that someone would take the opportunity to cause trouble. However, he forgot to cultivate his mind and got stuck in a rut, misunderstanding his sister.
How could a woman who can make such delicious drinks be a bad person?
It was obvious that this was yet another customer who had been won over by Boss Lu's delicious food. Upon hearing the little monk's apology, Lu Wu casually waved his hand.
"It's alright, it's alright. I shouldn't have scared you."
"How is it? Delicious, right?"
Lu Wu asked with a smile, explaining that her milk tea had been on trial operation in front of Grandpa Li yesterday and had received high praise.
In the end, Grandpa Li refused to let her leave, insisting that she make several servings of each of the milk teas on the signboard for him to enjoy slowly.
"It's delicious, super delicious, just like its name."
The little monk really wants to make a "meow" sound.
The little monk couldn't bear to drink the half-finished milk tea left in the cup.
"Sister, can I return the cup to you later?"
He wanted to keep the milk tea.
"No need to return it, I sell cups and give away milk tea."
The system's pricing is high, but Lu Wu doesn't rip off diners. Just look at this cup; it's not only aesthetically pleasing but also very practical. Taking it home to drink water or something will make you look classy.
"Oh, sister, can I buy another cup?"
The young monk took Lu Wu's joke seriously.
Lu Wu adored her innocent little face.
Kids are so much fun!
"sure."
"Which one would you like to drink next? I'll make it for you."
As his second little customer, Lu Wu couldn't wait to roll up her sleeves and show the little monk what it meant to be capable.
"I want to drink this taro boba milk tea."
He knew about taro, and he also knew that mashed taro could be called taro paste.
Can this stuff be combined with milk tea?
Faced with the little monk's big, inquisitive eyes, Lu Wu nodded and began to work.
Actually, the methods for making milk tea are all pretty much the same. The soup base is also made with black tea, and brown sugar pearls are also a must. As a new addition, taro paste has become the highlight of this cup of milk tea.
Taro paste needs to be smooth and creamy.
The steaming or boiling process should not be overcooked. When mashing, cream and butter should be added in batches to make the taro paste smoother and reduce its grainy texture.
All of this takes time, so Lu Wu had already prepared the materials in advance.
She lifted the lid, revealing a large expanse of light purple taro paste lying inside the box, equally beautiful.
The sunlight overhead fell on the stall, giving the taro paste a soft glow.
"Is this for food?"
The young monk looked at the taro paste, which resembled a work of art, and asked in surprise.
"certainly."
Lu Wu smiled and scooped up the taro paste. After being chilled, the taro paste became even thicker, and the spoon left many wrinkles on the surface of the taro paste. She spread the taro paste all over the bottom of the cup, and even spread a layer on the inside of the cup if she felt it wasn't enough.
Taro paste has a good settling property and emits a sweet aroma reminiscent of root vegetables.
The subsequent procedures are largely the same.
Lu Wu put various ingredients into the cup, and the ice cubes gently clinked together.
At the very top, Lu Wu sprinkled a layer of pretty taro paste powder as a garnish.
"Please enjoy, customer."
Lu Wu handed the cup over with one hand, keeping the other hand behind her back.
The young monk was embarrassed by Lu Wu's rather ceremonial posture. His long eyelashes covered his eyes. He carefully put down the previous half cup of milk tea before picking up the new cup.
Having learned from his previous experience, the young monk was very much looking forward to it.
He took a small sip, tilted his head, and thought it was about the same as the previous cup.
"Stir it up, and remember to sip the taro paste along with it when you drink it."
Lu Wu was giving instructions on how to make taro balls, and when the little monk wasn't looking, she secretly patted his head.
This feels great.
It's smooth and shiny, like a small hard-boiled egg.
The little monk, who was fully aware of Lu Wu's actions, puffed out his cheeks, which were stuffed with milk tea, and did not resist. Instead, he tilted his head in Lu Wu's direction, indicating that she could continue to touch him.
Anyway, his senior brother also liked to pat his head, saying it was to relieve stress.
His sister treated him to milk tea, so it's not unreasonable for him to let his sister touch him.
"Wow!"
Lu Wu didn't stand on ceremony and used both hands.
The young monk entered the Buddhist order at a young age, and still had the ordination scars on his head.
Its little head, with a slight stubble, has a great shape, so round and adorable that you can't help but love it.
Lu Wu is sucking on his bald head.
With her back to the mountain path, she didn't notice that a hermit had already climbed to the top of the mountain.
This path was familiar to him, and he walked it step by step with firm footing. After a difficult climb, he reached the summit.
As the breeze from the mountaintop brushed his cheek, he thought he would be greeted by the lingering sound of Buddhist chants.
But to his surprise, the first thing he saw was a woman grabbing a young monk and refusing to let go, while also sexually assaulting him.
Didn't you see that little monk with his head down and shoulders hunched, sobbing weakly?
The little monk, head bowed, sipping his milk tea: Ah, milk tea is so delicious.
Meow!
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