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Column article "Divine Beast Canteen"
Zhang Jiusi fell into deep regret, and so did the other students. Although a bowl of mung bean soup was quite filling, once you had tasted this refreshing and cool delicacy, you would never forget it, and always feel that it was not enough.
As they savored the cool feeling in their mouths, they looked at Luo Huaian eagerly: "Thank you for saving my life. Now the mung bean soup is sold out. When will there be new mung bean soup?"
"I want to bring a cup of mung bean soup to the military training."
"Beautiful boss, please save the child. He will die of heat if he doesn't have mung bean soup."
Luo Huaian thought for a moment and said, "It will take about an hour. You can take a lunch break first and come back here to buy mung bean soup in the afternoon."
Although everyone was a little disappointed that they couldn't buy mung bean soup immediately, they had no other choice but to accept this arrangement.
After everyone left, Luo Huaian started to make Suzhou-style mung bean soup with others. Before, she wanted to survive and open up the new student market, so she thought hard about how to attract new students.
She looked at the dog days outside and suddenly got an idea - to make mung bean soup. Her favorite mung bean soup is the Suzhou style mung bean soup, which is added with mint water, which is very thirst-quenching even at room temperature.
If you want to make a good bowl of Suzhou-style mung bean soup, you can't simply boil a handful of mung beans and a ladle of water. Mung beans and glutinous rice should be soaked for a long time before steaming. This way, the mung beans will not bloom too much, and the color will remain emerald green, which is the secret to clear soup.
In order to save trouble, many people only use mint essence to make mint water. However, the traditional and best method is to slowly boil mint leaves to allow the effective ingredients in the plant to be analyzed, so that you can boil a pot of authentic, refreshing and cool mint water.
Luo Huaian added the steamed mung beans into the mint water, and then started making glutinous rice balls. She was very skilled, and in the blink of an eye, small and white glutinous rice balls were thrown into the mint water.
When the restaurant just opened yesterday, there were few people in the eighth canteen after lunch, and it was deserted and lonely, but today there was a small change. At least fifty students were queuing in front of the window selling mung bean soup.
Zhang Jiusi and his three roommates were among them. They all bought a cup of Suzhou-style mung bean soup. The mung bean soup was served in a transparent 500ml straw cup. Because the ingredients were large, the straw was also large.
In the afternoon, the instructor asked them to practice military posture and marching, and then let them rest for ten minutes.
The four of them hurried to their luggage.
Zhang Jiusi was a little worried: "This dog days makes me doubt that eggs can be cooked even if they are cracked on the playground. Although I am covered with clothes, the mung bean soup may have become hot."
Liang Hai thought about what might happen and said seriously: "What you think is a relatively good situation. High temperature can easily cause things to spoil. The mung bean soup is likely to go bad."
This is the mung bean soup they have been looking forward to all afternoon! Even during lunch break, the cool feeling will come to their dreams and make them miss it all the time.
Everyone was frightened by the situation he described, and their hearts skipped a beat. They quickly picked up their mung bean soup.
Zhang Jiusi was shocked when he saw the mung bean soup in his hand. Although it was not the first time he had seen this mung bean soup, he was still amazed. The transparent plastic cup was filled with clear water, and the ingredients were colorful and brilliant. It looked like it was dancing because of the shaking.
When their classmates saw the mung bean soup, they all looked at him and said, "This drink has its own filter, it has a fresh and beautiful feeling."
"Did you buy the drinks from the milk tea shop in the snack street? Why do they look so good? Tell me their names quickly."
Zhang Jiusi said: "It's the mung bean soup we bought in the Eighth Canteen."
Classmates: “???” There were so many things to complain about that they didn’t even know where to start.
When Liang Hai mentioned going to the Eighth Canteen yesterday, Zhang Jiusi had always been the one who was most opposed. How come Zhang Jiusi had become a different person in just one day?
Zhang Jiusi did not forget what he said yesterday. His face was a little red, so he raised his voice to hide his guilty conscience: "Liang Hai did not lie to me. The food in the Eighth Canteen is really delicious, especially this mung bean soup."
A classmate was skeptical: "Really?"
"Of course it's true!"
Everyone looked at each other. If only one person said that the food in the Eighth Canteen was delicious, it might not be convincing. However, Zhang Jiusi, who was the most resistant to the Eighth Canteen before, changed his attitude. All these situations made them curious about the Eighth Canteen.
But at this time, one person asked the question in his mind: "You said you bought mung bean soup, whose mung bean soup looks like this?"
In most people's eyes, mung bean soup is usually mung beans with soup. However, this Suzhou-style mung bean soup contains green mung beans, white glutinous rice balls, and red and green. The colors are colorful and dazzling.
Everyone: How weird! Let’s take another look!
It’s still so weird!
Zhang Jiusi was eager to drink the beverage, so he didn't say anything else and directly opened the package and took a sip.
After drinking the mung bean soup, Zhang Jiusi breathed a sigh of relief. He had waited for the mung bean soup for a whole lunch break, and it was still good. Although it was melted by the high temperature, the mint water in it was still there.
A stream of cool mint water immediately filled his throat, flowed down his esophagus, and moistened his tired body. The cool mint water was like a tranquilizer, soothing his inner anxiety and making him feel relaxed physically and mentally.
Moreover, the exquisiteness of Suzhou-style mung bean soup is not limited to mint water, the small ingredients it contains are also a perfect match.
With one bite, you can taste the fragrant and chewy mung beans, the soft and bouncy glutinous rice balls, and the sweet and sour candied fruits.
The mint water in the mung bean soup is the dragon, and the small ingredients are the finishing touch, which adds many layers of taste to the mung bean soup. Zhang Jiusi drank many mouthfuls, ate and chewed, but never felt monotonous. Instead, he felt surprised all the time, just like digging for treasure.
On the playground in midsummer, a cup of Suzhou-style mung bean soup is simply a life-saving medicine.
The blush on Zhang Jiusi's face caused by exposure to the sun gradually disappeared, and he looked very comfortable.
Liang Hai and the others also looked very happy: "Mung bean soup can relieve the heat. It's obviously hotter in the afternoon than in the morning, but I don't feel as uncomfortable as in the morning."
"I didn't like mung bean soup before, but now I just want to say it's delicious! The mung bean soup in the eighth canteen is yyds."
Students: The mineral water in our hands suddenly doesn’t smell as good anymore!
They looked down at the bland white water in their hands, then looked at the beautiful mung bean soup in Zhang Jiusi and the others' hands, and instantly dropped the mineral water.
A familiar classmate came over and said, "Brother, give me a sip. If you give me a drink, I'll let you call me dad instead of brother."
In the past, Zhang Jiusi, who was generous by nature, might have immediately shouted, "Son!"
But today, he doesn't want to acknowledge this son!
Zhang Jiusi kept shaking his head and hid the mung bean soup behind his back: "I waited all afternoon for this cup. I can lose my head and bleed, but I can't throw away the mung bean soup. If you want to drink it, go buy it yourself."
Seeing his look, everyone had no choice but to give up. They memorized the appearance of the mung bean soup in the eighth canteen and began to count silently to the time when the afternoon military training would end.
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Wei Ziwei was born and raised in Suzhou. After she was admitted to university, she left her hometown where she had lived for more than 20 years and came to the huge city of Jiangnan.
The novelty of arriving in a new place has gradually been worn away by the time gate and trivial matters, and the cafeteria at the Aviation University is extremely bad, which makes her miss her hometown even more.
The small hat on her forehead was almost useless, and it couldn't block the sun at all. Although she applied enough sunscreen, it was soon washed away by her sweat, and her face was sunburned red and painful.
She looked at the instructor in front of her, her eyes unfocused, slowly lost in thought. At this time in the past, when she got home from school, she would beg her grandmother to make her a bowl of iced Suzhou-style mung bean soup. Her grandmother's cooking skills were very good, and the mung bean soup she made tasted very refreshing. The two of them drank the mung bean soup in the yard. She fanned herself with a cattail leaf fan to blow the breeze through the hallway, and inhaled it violently. The mung bean soup was icy and cool, and the breeze was also refreshing, which made her like the hot summer even more.
Then as she grew up, the mung bean soup was gone, and her grandmother was gone. Since her grandmother passed away, she has never tasted such delicious mung bean soup again.
Wei Ziwei thought about the past and missed her grandmother more and more. If growing up meant saying goodbye to her loved ones one by one, then she didn't want to grow up.
She was so lost in reminiscing about the past that she didn't even hear when the instructor announced the break until her friend came to find her.
Shu Wenwen: "Wow, class flower Wei, stop staring blankly, look what treasure I bought for you."
Wei Ziwei was shy and timid when she heard this: "Don't call me the class flower, I'm not. There are only two girls in our class, you and me!"
Shu Wenwen couldn't help but laugh. She especially liked teasing Wei Ziwei. Although it was only one day into school, the two of them were the only two girls in the monk class, and their personalities matched, so they quickly became friends.
However, although Shu Wenwen was joking, Wei Ziwei is indeed very cute, a girl-next-door type.
"By the way, what did you buy?" Wei Ziwei asked curiously.
Shu Wenwen was very proud. She made clang clang clang sounds and took out the plastic bag behind her. "I bought mung bean soup from the eighth canteen. I finally managed to grab two servings."
Wei Ziwei also saw Yu Da in the morning, but she didn't chase him like Shu Wenwen did, so she didn't reach the Eighth Canteen. After hearing what Shu Wenwen said, she asked curiously, "Didn't you say that the Eighth Canteen is haunted and we dare not go there?"
Shu Wenwen slapped her thigh and exclaimed: "If there is such a delicious mung bean soup, even if it is made by a ghost, I can do it!"
Wei Ziwei: “…”
Wei Ziwei couldn't help laughing: "I'll transfer the money to you later." Although she felt that there would be no mung bean soup better than the one made by her grandmother, Shu Wenwen's enthusiasm made her feel warm in her heart, so she picked up a cup of mung bean soup.
When she saw the appearance of the mung bean soup, she paused: "This is the mung bean soup we have in Suzhou!"
Outside of Suzhou, Suzhou-style mung bean soup is rarely seen. Wei Ziwei has never seen any trace of it on the food delivery platform.
Wei Ziwei was delighted to see the prey, her original interest instantly increased, and she took a sip.
The cold soup slid down her throat and she stood there in a daze - this mung bean soup was so delicious.
The taste of mung beans, the elasticity of glutinous rice, the fragrance of mint and the sweetness of rock sugar made her almost forget the whole world. Only the cold mung bean soup was in her eyes.
The unprecedented extreme taste experience forced her to take one mouthful after another, chewing and swallowing quickly.
The glutinous rice is so soft that it seems to melt, and it is filled with the aroma of mint. Your mouth is filled with sweetness with every bite.
Although this mung bean soup is different from the one made by her grandmother, it tastes better. It instantly defeated the old taste with the addition of memory and became the number one in her mind.
It was not until she sipped and found that there was not a drop left, that she vaguely realized that she had finished such a large portion of mung bean soup.
After drinking a cup of Suzhou-style mung bean soup, I feel relaxed all over.
She felt the coolness all over her body and couldn't help saying, "Ah, so comfortable!"
Shu Wenwen was also very happy to see Wei Ziwei so happy. She had not tasted the mung bean soup yet, so she put it away immediately after buying it, preparing to drink it with Wei Ziwei.
Shu Wenwen did not doubt the taste of the mung bean soup. After all, the students queuing up at that time were so enthusiastic. Moreover, the mung bean soup looked beautiful at first sight. Its appearance alone was enough to make her spend money back.
Shu Wenwen asked: "So this is the mung bean soup from Suzhou? Oh, no wonder it says Suzhou-style mung bean soup in front of the food window. Is it delicious?"
"It tastes good!" Wei Ziwei said with a smile, "I have to say, this is the best mung bean soup I have ever tasted."
Shu Wenwen sighed: "This mung bean soup looks good, but it really breaks my stereotype. The way you eat it is really a bit weird."
Wei Ziwei snorted, "Tremble now, modern people! This used to be a luxurious version of mung bean soup that only young ladies from wealthy families could eat."
When Shu Wenwen heard this, she immediately stood up straight, took out a straw and poked it in: "When you said that, I immediately felt that the thing in my hand was not ordinary."
After Shu Wenwen drank a mouthful of mung bean soup, she immediately understood why Wei Ziwei had enjoyed it so much just now. This mung bean soup was really refreshing.
For freshmen like them who were undergoing military training, this kind of thing that can relieve the heat is a magic weapon. The mint leaves refreshed the mind and made Shu Wenwen's groggy head clear.
Not to mention that mung bean soup tastes very good, which can not only achieve the desired effect but also make people crave it.
Shu Wenwen's clever mind immediately thought of a possibility: "Isn't this smell more attractive than Huoxiang Zhengqi Water? Isn't this refreshing feeling more addictive than ice cream? It's midsummer now, and both teachers and students are feeling bored because of the overheated weather."
"There are too few people in Canteen 8 right now. When everyone discovers the summer heat-relief effect of mung bean soup, it will definitely sell like hot cakes."
That was exactly what happened. In the afternoon, people who bought mung bean soup spread across the playground like sparks, and soon attracted many people. Among them were students who were simply greedy, and also excited students from Suzhou who came after hearing the news. Su's mung bean soup was almost extinct outside Suzhou.
The students from Suzhou were very excited. Oh my god, Jiangcheng actually had their own mung bean soup! The excitement in their hearts made them put aside their fear and walked towards the eighth canteen.
Many freshmen came to the Eighth Canteen at dinner time, almost three times as many as at noon. As soon as they entered the door, they looked around and went straight to the window selling mung bean soup. However, there was no one in front of this window, and they immediately lost their minds.
"Where's my huge green bean soup?!"
"The child has been thinking about it for the whole afternoon, and just wants to drink some mung bean soup. Can't even this little wish be fulfilled?"
"Boss, please don't be ungrateful and force me to kneel down and beg you."
The boss, Luo Huaian, was sitting in the chair closest to the window, oblivious to what was happening outside and absorbed in counting his money.
The students were running around like headless flies. Until Liang Hai recognized Luo Huaian, he immediately walked over with the people in the dormitory. When the others saw them walking in this direction, they followed.
Liang Hai's roommate Zhao Jing couldn't help but ask, "Boss, where's the mung bean soup?"
Luo Huaian was happily calculating the bills without even looking up: "It's on ice."
"How long will it take before I can drink it?"
"It will take about 10 minutes."
When the students heard that it would take so long, they couldn't help but feel a little impatient, but after seeing Luo Huaian's profile, they froze in place.
They whispered to each other, "Fuck, you told me this afternoon that the boss of Canteen No. 8 was pretty, but I didn't believe it at the time. But now I see that she is more than pretty. Can a human be this pretty?"
"I finally understand why there are rumors that Cafeteria Eight is haunted."
"Why?"
"It's because the boss is good-looking and the food he cooks is delicious, and the seniors don't want the treasure cafeteria to be discovered."
The freshmen thought it made sense. The reason they didn't come to Treasure Eight Canteen was because of the instigation of those seniors!
They nodded seriously, agreed with it, and threw a big blame on the seniors far away: "They are so scheming!" Although it has only been open for two days, the money earned is not a big number, but it is the largest amount of money Luo Huaian has made recently. After counting the money like caressing a lover, she turned her attention to the students in front of her.
"Are you tired from the military training?"
The students nodded one after another: "I'm tired."
"I practiced marching for half a day from time to time, which cost me half my life. I was tired and hungry, and my chest was almost touching my back."
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