The success of the beef noodles certainly moved Lu Wu, but as the sixth day of setting up the stall approached, Lu Wu started racking his brains again.
The food culture is profound and extensive, and many foods make Lu Wu's mouth water, which puts her in a dilemma and makes it difficult for her to choose.
Ultimately, she decided the winner by drawing lots.
Let us announce that the champion is—Purple Rice Ball.
Although a small rice ball may seem insignificant among so many delicious foods, as a staple food, it is filling, visually appealing, and versatile, making it a definite favorite.
Lu Wu would never admit that she was unwilling to do the other culinary arts because she found them too complicated.
Once you have an idea, you naturally need to start preparing.
Soaking purple rice and glutinous rice together overnight will make the cooked rice softer and stickier.
Here's a little-known fact about purple rice: it absorbs less water, so you can add less water when cooking it than when cooking white rice.
The next morning, the aroma of rice filled the stall.
The mixed rice has a unique sweet aroma of grains.
"Boss Lu, are you only selling rice today?"
The diner who said this looked a little disappointed. The delicious food he had enjoyed for several days had spoiled his palate, and he could hardly muster any appetite when he saw a large bucket of rice.
"What's wrong with rice? Even if it's just plain rice, I'll love it as long as it's made by Boss Lu."
The sycophantic diner from Luwu launched a full-scale rebuttal.
He shoved the person aside, raised his head and said, "Since you look down on rice so much, then step aside and let me be the first one."
The diners who were pushed aside were still a bit stunned, feeling that something was off.
The diners who had successfully secured seats looked at Lu Wu with great anticipation.
Mr. Lu, I'm in first place today!
Ignoring the strange looks from the diners, Lu Wu winked at them and then took out the abundant ingredients she had prepared.
As we all know, rice balls can contain everything.
So the secret-recipe spicy strips are back, along with pork floss, pork tenderloin, ham, fried dough sticks...
As for the shredded potatoes and seaweed used as garnishes, they were secondary ingredients, and Lu Wu didn't give them a special introduction.
There are many types and many colors.
In addition, Lu Wu specially prepared a spicy sauce, which impressed everyone without them even realizing it.
The rice was cooked amidst everyone's eager anticipation.
Lifting the lid reveals a generous amount of rice, each grain plump and full.
The originally translucent glutinous rice is tinged with a romantic deep red by the purple rice, like tiny gems that are a sight to behold.
"Is this rice?"
Looking at the rice, which resembled a work of art, someone asked in surprise.
Before the diners could react, Lu Wu started shoveling rice with a spatula, ruining the perfect meal.
Some accusing glances fell on Lu Wu, but Lu Wu ignored them.
Who wants to go first?
The previously orderly queue became crooked and twisted due to their curiosity about the rice balls. When Lu Wu asked a question, the diners rushed to answer.
"Me, me, me! I was here first!"
"You're talking nonsense. You're clearly behind me. Get out of my way."
"Bro, you can squeeze me, but why are you touching my butt? That's not a good look."
The diner who had been sexually assaulted looked at the male cultivator behind her, outwardly rebuking him, but her peach blossom eyes were fixed on him, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
When people are speechless, they really are speechless.
The male cultivator behind him stared with dead fish eyes, then raised his hands.
"ah?"
Her peach blossom eyes blinked blankly, her moist eyes were very beautiful.
He was wondering why, even though the man had his hands raised, he still felt a hard, unyielding sensation on his buttocks.
Could it be!
He looked down instinctively and realized that there was a distance between him and the other person, and the thing poking his butt was a knife sheath.
As for the owner of the scabbard!
His gaze passed over the male cultivator and fell silent as he looked at the woman behind him who was flirting with another woman.
He was sexually assaulted by a woman who doesn't like men. How can he seek justice for himself?
"Next!"
The diners' fascinating stories continue, and Lu Wu is tirelessly serving them.
She spread the rice out.
Spread the chili sauce evenly on the rice with a small brush. The bright red chili oil seeps into the rice little by little, which immediately stimulates people's appetite.
"I want pork floss, ham, and eggs, and seaweed, but no potatoes."
"Mr. Lu, I'm not in a hurry, you can take your time."
The diner was still not entirely reassured and repeated his order to Lu Wu.
Lu Wu, who almost dropped her chopsticks into the potato bowl, acted as if nothing had happened and picked up a large chopstickful of seaweed and put it in.
After confirming that nothing was missing, Lu Wu covered the side dishes with rice.
With a slight twist of the wrist and palm, a round rice ball is born.
Chubby and adorable.
Lu Wu wrapped it in oil paper and handed it to the diner.
Once the rice ball is in hand, the heat is transferred to the palm through the oil paper. The diner peels off the oil paper, looks at the little purple chubby thing inside, finds a good place to bite, and takes a bite.
Despite being squeezed by Lu Wu, the rice ball remained distinct, and once a hole was bitten in it, the filling inside was revealed.
If the diner doesn't control the pressure properly, and uses a little too much force, the chili oil will be squeezed out and flow onto the glistening rice, coating it with a shiny, reddish film.
Looking at it makes my appetite soar.
The diner tentatively chewed a few bites; the glutinous rice was incredibly soft and sticky, and its natural stickiness kept the rice ball intact, making it not hard at all.
What's even more surprising is the texture of the purple rice; it's very chewy, and upon careful tasting, a subtle sweetness lingers at the back of the tongue.
As the teeth grind, various foods mix in the mouth.
Then the aroma of the spicy sauce hidden inside the rice ball bursts forth, and the salty and fragrant flavor adds flavor to the bland rice ball itself, laying the foundation for the subsequent taste.
The addition of side dishes such as pork floss elevates the flavor of the rice ball considerably.
The salty and sweet flavors intertwine, and the delicate aroma of rice slowly unfolds in the mouth—unremarkable, yet lingering.
One bite, and you're completely satisfied.
The diners were so engrossed in their meal that they didn't even notice someone behind them.
"Is it tasty?"
The man asked, his tone wistful.
"It's delicious. I've never eaten such delicious rice before."
The diners answered without turning their heads, not even glancing at the food, and continued eating their rice balls.
Now, no one can disturb him while he's cooking.
"If you like it, then eat slowly, but could you please not step on my foot?"
He even took a bite, exerting all his strength, and his hind foot pressed down hard on his toes.
Seeing that the other person had only taken a few bites of food, his toes were almost swollen.
Not only can we not get to eat, but we also have to suffer. This is just too much!
"Cough cough... Pfft!"
The diner was completely unaware of the foolish thing he had done. After being pointed out, he choked on a mouthful of food and was left gasping for breath.
He beat his chest and stamped his feet for a while before he finally managed to save himself.
That was close, I almost choked to death.
(End of this chapter)
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