Mrs. Li looked at the bowl of rice placed in front of her.
There's a golden-yellow rice crust on top.
Beneath the crispy rice crust lies a portion of pure white, translucent, and steaming fragrant rice.
Some rice grains were a deep brownish-red, completely soaked in the preserved meat sauce, their color so enticing that you couldn't resist taking a bite.
The moment it enters your mouth, the crispy rice crust elevates the deliciousness to a new level, leaving a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth.
Then, when the cured meat meets the rice, the two aromas combine, creating a rich and mellow taste with subtle hints of fruit and wood, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
Mrs. Li shook her head as she ate: "Sigh, no wonder the children are fighting over it. The rice is fragrant and the dishes are delicious. The combination of rice and dishes is a perfect match, and my tongue can feel the nourishment."
"No, I need to eat more. You can cook for yourself at home all the time, but it's different for us. We don't know when we'll have another meal after this one."
Qin Yi laughed and said, "You can come anytime if you like. I'm always happy to cook whenever I'm not working or resting."
"Sigh, although I know it's just a polite remark, I'm still very happy to hear it. Don't worry, Sister Qin, I won't bother you too often, unless I really can't control these two little devils' cravings," Mrs. Li said.
She really wanted to poach Qin Yi to be her chef, but unfortunately the boss had his own business. However, it would be nice if they could become neighbors and come over for meals often.
I visited Boss Qin's house today, so I won't feel awkward next time. I can even bring Uncle Yu along for a free meal. With more people, I won't be ashamed at all, haha.
After the three adults and two children had a hearty meal at Qin Yi's house, Mrs. Li led the two children away, saying, "Mr. Qin, it was so abrupt of us to come here today without bringing any gifts. I will visit you again next time."
Qin Yi quickly greeted the guests and walked towards the door: "Welcome to come again next time, but please don't take any gifts. Mrs. Li, you have patronized my business many times, and I am very grateful."
The two exchanged contact information, and Qin Yi gained another friend in her already limited circle of friends.
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These past two days, Qin Yi has been diligently making pancakes at home, and she's also been urging Cherry Girl not to slack off.
This was their first major event, so they took it very seriously.
If you can gain popularity among many teachers and students at the school and create a buzz among college students, it will be more effective than spending money on advertising.
After all, reputation is the trump card in the food industry.
Time flies, and it's Saturday morning.
Qin Yi got up at 6:30 and arrived at Cheng Yingtao's home at 7:00.
They helped her carry the prepared ingredients and tools to the carriage, and after a quick bite, the two headed towards Shida.
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On the other side, university teacher Zhang Xin was also very busy this morning.
On weekends, my husband takes care of our two daughters, handling everything from meals and supervising their homework to playtime.
However, today the school is organizing a food culture festival, and each teacher can bring two relatives to the school to celebrate together.
The heavy responsibility of taking on two opponents must fall on my shoulders today.
Fortunately, the children are all grown up, and as long as they don't fight each other and get along peacefully, they are still easy to take care of.
"Princesses, can we set off now? The event will start in a little over an hour." Zhang Xin called out to her daughters in the room from the living room.
Zhang Kexin checked her Peppa Pig backpack one last time.
[Three lunchboxes, one whistle, one pair of binoculars, and one coin purse]
Zhang Ke'ai also incorporated her trade into the pearl and seashell chain bag.
[A mirror, a comb, a pack of Barbie mermaid-patterned tissues, and a coin purse]
Zhang Xin checked her two daughters' bags.
Ke'ai is a little princess, and the things in her handbag are understandable.
But what is Kexin putting in this?
"Little Kexin, can you tell Mommy what you're going to do with all these things at the food festival?"
Zhang Kexin first snatched the backpack from her mother's hand, zipped it up, and put it on her back.
Then he explained, "The lunchbox is for packing food."
"With my stomach capacity, I can only eat at five different places at most! My stomach can't hold any more! But there are so many delicious things at the food festival that I can't finish them all. Last year I really regretted it, and I regretted it even more when I got home. So this year I've learned my lesson! I'm going to pack up everything I eat for lunch, dinner, and late-night snacks to take home!"
Aunt Zhang glanced at her daughter's t-shirt, which was slightly tight around her stomach, and asked, "Where's the whistle?"
Zhang Kexin sighed helplessly: "That's to prevent me from getting lost. My mom and sister forget about me as soon as they see something delicious! Last year, I only found you after the event was over, and I almost became a missing child!"
"Didn't I put a smartwatch on each of you?"
"I called you guys, but you couldn't hear me at all, and no one answered. Whistles are much better; they're loud enough. Even our PE teacher uses one. As soon as he blows it, I wake up from my drowsiness."
Zhang Xin said embarrassedly, "It was Mom's fault. This will definitely not happen today. What was the telescope for?"
Zhang Kexin said proudly, "I borrowed this from Yan Tiechao! Now, when he goes to find a snack stall after school, he stands on a high place and looks out. He says this is called 'standing high and looking far'!"
"Sigh! Actually, I know he wants to look further ahead to find the girl who sells dumplings. That girl only sold dumplings at our school for a week and then disappeared. Mom, is this what they call a missing girl?"
Zhang Xin had a headache: "First of all, the idiom isn't 'gao zhan yuan shu,' it's 'gao zhan yuan zhu.' Secondly, the meatball vendor just doesn't do business at your school anymore; maybe he's continuing to sell meatballs elsewhere. This isn't a missing girl; it's a vanished vendor."
Mr. Zhang: "Huh? That doesn't seem quite right either..."
"Alright, hurry up and pack your things, let's head out to the food festival!"
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At 8:30, Qin Yi drove Cheng Yingtao to the campus of Shida University and parked the van in the designated stall area following the signs.
Many merchants have already come to stock up their goods in the surrounding area.
There are vendors selling braised meat, milk tea, fried food, small cakes, double-skin milk pudding, and sushi. There are so many varieties that you can't take it all in, let alone eat it.
Moreover, this is a group of vendors recruited from outside, who usually sell snacks.
The vendors' group is opposite the cafeteria group.
It follows the style of Chinese cuisine.
Various carved fruits, brightly colored flower-shaped masks, and some classic dishes that showcase technical skill.
For example, squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, Wensi chrysanthemum tofu, Peking duck, lion's head meatballs, etc.
It seems that both teams have brought out their best skills.
Qin Yi glanced at her watch; there was still some time to prepare. What she needed to do now was to cover the table with food.
She brought out three tables, one for displaying the cherries and one for herself.
There's another picture where a portable gas stove is placed on the left and an iron plate is placed on the right.
To gain an advantage in such a fiercely competitive environment, scent attacks are the most important approach.
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