Zhang Jianjun's friendly attitude immediately made Lu Qian feel less reserved.
Although we had met at banquets before, it was always just a brief greeting from behind her father.
Moreover, times have changed, and if things go smoothly, she could very well become his daughter-in-law.
Different identities naturally lead to different feelings.
"Dad, you have high blood pressure, you can't eat too much of this sweet porridge."
Zhang Mingyuan saw his father eating one bowl of food and asking for another, so he forcefully interrupted him.
Zhang Jianjun: ......
"How can one bowl fill me up!"
Zhang Jianjun wanted to struggle a little more, but seeing his son's unwavering gaze, he reluctantly withdrew his hand.
Then he pursed his lips and decided not to bother anyone anymore.
"You guys keep eating, I'm going to find Xiaolin."
After saying that, he carried the porridge to Lin Zhou and, seeing that there were customers busy at the stall, started eating first.
I scooped up a spoonful of piping hot eight-treasure porridge, blew on it, and put it directly into my mouth.
At his age, he's long past the point of being afraid of getting burned.
After eating for so many years, my mouth has long since developed an impenetrable defense.
The first thing you notice upon entering is the delicate fragrance of osmanthus.
The fragrance of osmanthus flowers is rather simple when smelled alone, but it's a different story when cooked in eight-treasure porridge.
Sweet and fragrant without being cloying, the aromas of various ingredients blend together, and you can savor each spoonful slowly for a long time.
The rice and various beans were cooked until they were mushy. You could taste the sweetness of the red dates, but you couldn't see any of the dates; they had all been boiled down to a pulp and dissolved in the porridge.
Take a bite of chestnut, and you'll find its dense, slightly grainy texture is incredibly addictive.
How can there be such delicious eight-treasure porridge!
Every bite offers a unique experience thanks to the different ingredients.
One bowl isn't enough!
......
It was nearly nine o'clock when Xie Hongcai dragged his father to the top of the mountain.
The brothers have already finished their first bowl of porridge and are now moving on to the second.
Upon seeing Xie Hong and his son arrive, they quickly handed them the two packed portions of eight-treasure porridge.
"Try it! This eight-treasure porridge is amazing! I've never had such delicious eight-treasure porridge in my life!"
Hearing the familiar words, Xie Hong barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. What a bunch of science guys, so uncultured, they don't even bother to change the words of praise they use.
He hears this sentence every day when he drinks his porridge.
"Dad, you have to try it, it's so delicious!"
The next second, Xie Hong said the same words and handed the eight-treasure porridge to his father.
Xie's father did not refuse and sat down on a large rock in the scenic area. He was so tired that he could collapse in a second.
If it weren't for the fact that he's an elder and I wanted to save face for the child, I would have gone to bed long ago.
Thinking that he had gone through so much trouble to climb the mountain just for this bowl of porridge, Xie's father cheered up and started eating.
The moment he opened the bowl, he smelled a sweet aroma that wafted towards him, and he knew that this bowl of porridge must taste good.
He works in the food and beverage industry. While his culinary skills may not be exceptional, he still knows how to eat.
The porridge has been packed for a while now, so it's not too hot, which is perfect for eating in the middle of summer.
If it's too hot, you'll sweat profusely from eating it.
He stirred the porridge in the bowl a couple of times with the spoon, watching the smooth porridge slide down the edge of the spoon in large chunks, which was quite tempting.
Take a bite.
"Holy crap." *2
Xie Hong and his father both expressed the same sentiment of being uneducated.
The delicious food made me think of nothing but "Wow!" for a moment, and I couldn't think of any other words to describe it.
A mouthful of sweetness, fragrance, glutinous texture, and smoothness...
Taro is delicious when simply boiled in water with a little sugar.
When stewed together with so many ingredients, the flavor is doubled.
The aroma of dried osmanthus flowers permeates the entire process of simmering, blending beautifully with the sweetness of honey.
There's also the natural sweetness of the other ingredients themselves.
For example, the aroma of taro and chestnuts, and the sweetness of longan and red dates, are so abundant that it's like drinking sugar water, and even the rice grains are barely noticeable.
It's so delicious, I can't stop drinking it.
Father Xie finished the bowl of porridge in a few bites. Looking at the empty bowl, he scooped up a couple more spoonfuls, but still not satisfied, he looked at Lin Zhou not far away.
"Are you still eating? I'll go buy a few more bowls."
Xie Hong quickly raised his hand; he didn't have enough to eat.
Everyone else had already drunk their second bowl and indicated that they wouldn't eat anymore.
Xie's father found a trash can, threw in the empty disposable bowl, and headed straight for Lin Zhou's stall.
"Boss, two more bowls of porridge, please."
"Okay, one hundred and one bowl."
Mr. Xie was taken aback, and Lin Zhou asked him if he wanted to.
Mr. Xie hadn't had enough to eat, and even though it cost 100 yuan a bowl, he couldn't bring himself to say he didn't want it. He nodded and scanned the code to pay.
This porridge is really expensive; no wonder it's from the mountaintop in the scenic area.
What's the difference between this and an ice cream that cost 68 yuan at an amusement park I went to before? It's all robbery.
No, there are still differences.
This eight-treasure porridge is at least incredibly delicious, worth every penny.
Charging 68 yuan for an ice cream is simply ripping people off.
"Thanks."
......
After selling the last bowl of eight-treasure porridge, there was still a little left at the bottom of the bucket, not enough to fill a bowl, so Lin Zhou prepared to pack up and head down the mountain.
Perhaps it's because we have more repeat customers these past two days that we're selling so quickly.
The old man climbing the mountain didn't have to wait too long.
After finishing their porridge, Zhang Mingyuan and Lu Qian went down the mountain. One was going to work, and the other was probably rushing back to find a massage therapist, so they walked very quickly.
"Boss, are we out of porridge?"
Shao Xiaoxiao finally reached the top of the mountain before Lin Zhou packed up his stall.
She has short legs; what takes others two steps, she has to take three.
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