It took only one minute and thirty seconds before the silence man entered the store and then rolled away.

After Zhong Yu was overjoyed, he found that the guy's shoes were left in place. He was disgusted and asked Qiu Qiu to pick them up and throw them away.

"Will he be unhappy if you do this?" Qiu Qiu stood at the door and looked around for a while.

"He still has the possibility of being happy?" Zhong Yu raised his eyebrows.

Qiu Qiu turned his head, his eyes showed accusation, and he seemed to be unhappy first: "He may complain to me. My store cannot be complained."

"What's the matter? Which store hasn't been complained a few times?" Zhong Yu turned around behind the counter and frowned slightly: "Where is the refrigerator?"

"I can't be complained!" Qiu Qiu raised his voice slightly: "I received the task and cannot be complained."

Qiu Qiu felt very angry, very angry, so angry that his body became slightly hot, and his palms were a little sticky.

His Demon Food House just opened one day and received great praise from a customer, congratulations from more than a dozen viewers, and even the fireworks are so beautiful.

Such a good store, his store, will be complained about!

He kept licking the tip of the tiger's teeth, thinking that the guardian was really troublesome. It made people angry when they didn't go home, and it was also very angry when they saw it.

He is just a "balloon man"!

Qiu Qiu thought he was staring at the guardian fiercely, and the other party seemed to have noticed it, and the tail sounded "Hmm?"

"Don't worry, he won't complain." Zhong Yu said: "Are you satisfied? Mr. Qiu?"

"How do you know?" Qiu Qiu continued to stare.

"I just know," Zhong Yu sighed: "So what about the refrigerator? Do you want to eat?"

When Qiu Qiu heard the word "eat", he immediately forgot everything. He trotted to the long table and looked left and right: "Where? What's the food?"

"Mung Bean...bing." Zhong Yu felt that the word "bing" was difficult to express.

There seems to be no refrigerator or freezer in this store, so he has already looked around.

"You want to eat." Qiu Qiu looked at the guardian's hand and found that it was the small white and green bag he had thrown before.

It turns out that this is something I ate, but it doesn't smell much at first.

Zhong Yu carried the bag and didn't move for a long time.

Qiu Qiu waited for a long time and felt so hungry that he looked up and expressed his doubts with his eyes, as if he was saying, "Hurry up, what are you waiting for?"

"You..." Zhong Yu closed his eyes, as if he could not bear it anymore: "Forget it."

"?" Qiu Qiu walked around the counter and reached out to poke the bag of soft things. He was beaten by the guardian.

"I can't eat it now." Zhong Yu accepted his fate and rolled up his long sleeves: "Make you a mung bean cold cake."

Qiu Qiu was surprised and almost immediately forgot that he thought the guardian was in trouble just now, so he quickly stuck it on him: "Really?"

"It's true that you don't hang up," said Zhong Yu.

That being said, the guardian can't get rid of this sticky cake at all.

Too sticky.

The boiling water is also stuck, and the cooling is also stuck. You can find strange postures when turning over the seasonings in the cabinet and hang them on him, as if you are afraid that he will run away.

Fortunately, with the experience of making an egg last time, Zhong Yu was a little used to it, and when he saw that he couldn't shake it, he no longer cared about him.

Nowadays, the seasoning sets usually come with various wrapping powders, and the packaging is very small. Zhong Yu found what he needed, a bag of rice noodles and a bag of clear flour, digged three tablespoons each into the big sea bowl, poured in cold water and stirred evenly.

The melted mung bean ice was torn a small hole and mixed into the white powder slurry. Zhong Yu threw the bowl to Qiu Qiu and asked him to stir it, and turned on the heater himself.

The mixed powder turned light green and was poured into the pot by Zhong Yu.

He kept stirring, and as the temperature increased, the slurry gradually became viscous. The sweet fragrance of mung beans spread out, and the paste became fresh ripples under the fisting of chopsticks.

Qiu Qiu couldn't speak at all, his chin was resting on Zhong Yu's shoulder, his eyes were so hungry that they were so anxious that he seemed to be not the mung bean paste that was heated in the pot, but himself.

Actually... it looks a little bit similar.

The difference is that it is transparent, and under normal circumstances it is slightly bluer.

"What are you twisting?" Zhong Yu saw that it was almost done, turned off the fire, shook his shoulder and let him go: "The fire is burning you?"

"Hmm." Qiu Qiu swallowed with it: "Scent."

"It's not good, don't move."

Zhong Yu said, asking him to pour some cold water into the previous bowl, pour the mung bean paste into a slightly smaller bowl, and put it into the cold water.

The bowl floated up swayingly.

"Are you okay?" Qiu Qiu got off him and focused on lying in front of the swaying bowl: "Are you okay? Are you okay?"

"..." Zhong Yu sneered: "You are like this, and you still open a store? Will the customers come to have dinner or do you see you eating?"

Qiu Qiu came back to his senses and immediately became unhappy: "I can do it."

"Yeah."

"Yes, a customer has come today." After saying this, Qiu Qiu became a little proud: "The customer praised the delicious food I made, and asked me when it will officially open. He exchanged the terminal business card with me and made an appointment to notify him when I opened the business."

"???" Zhong Yu paused his hands.

"?" Qiu Qiu looked back.

"Ah, that's it." Zhong Yu thought of the two terrible buns and looked deep: "Then I can't guarantee that you won't be complained."

Qiu Qiu was silent, his mouth slowly pursed, pursing it tightly.

Not only was he not stupid, he also reacted very quickly, and was angry at the guardian's remarks and clenched his fists tightly.

"He won't complain to me. He is very satisfied with me." Qiu Qiu raised his voice: "I did a good job!"

Zhong Yu nodded seriously: "Ah, what did you do?"

"Spread eggs with sweet wine." Qiu Qiu said.

"Okay, you can do eggs with sweet wine, it's so amazing." Zhong Yu gave him a thumbs up: "What else can you do except this?"

Qiu Qiu's rank still can't see through the superb acting skills of this human who has become an old fry. He immediately stopped getting angry when he was praised for "awesome". In addition, mung bean cold cake always sways in front of him, which makes him softer.

He replied obediently: "There are also signature dishes, I have practiced them all morning."

"There are also signature dishes." Zhong Yu applauded.

"Yes." Qiu Qiu felt a little embarrassed: "I'll learn from you, scrambled eggs."

Zhong Yu: “…………”

Zhong Yu's mouth was stiff and he couldn't praise it anymore. He pinched the paper he used to wipe his hands into a ball, which was a headache.

"The signature dish is the storefront of a store, so you have to have some great things. What's the point of scrambled eggs? It's definitely not possible." He said: "Change one."

Qiu Qiu was confused: "But, it's delicious."

"The name of the dish is not domineering enough." Zhong Yu did not discuss with him the question of whether it was delicious or not, and said directly: "It must be a big dish that makes people salivate when they hear the name, hard dishes. Let it be a little bit on the side, and don't block the bowl."

Although there is no refrigerator in the store, the air outlet of the temperature control system is quite cold. Zhong Yu found a place and poured out the warm water that was hot with mung beans, changed it to half a bowl of fresh cold water, and put it there.

The cold cake gradually condensed and was left for another five or six minutes. Zhong Yu picked it up and touched the wall of the bowl, and it was almost no longer hot. After shaking the bowl, the paste showed a translucent texture of Q-shaped bullets, and the small mung bean particles that were not completely crushed solidified like stars.

He put the bowl upside down on the chopping board, patted the bottom of the bowl, and the cold cake was taken out.

He lifted the knife to cut off the irregular edges and was about to cut them into squares. Zhong Yu paused and turned his head to look at Qiu Qiu.

The little monster didn't know whether it was hit or what, but he didn't come over to interfere with it like before. His eyes floated in the air, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhong Yu didn't say anything, and cut the cold cake into star shapes when he came to his senses.

It's as childish as things to coax kindergarten kids.

"Are you okay?" Qiu Qiu finally waited until he put the plate on it, his eyes shining and came to his senses. Seeing the green stars on the plate, he said in surprise: "Wow, there is still shape."

... Very good, at least the little monster was coaxed.

Zhong Yu, who was rarely uncomfortable, immediately returned to calmness.

The mung bean cold cake is soft and sticky, and it is cool. When you tap the surface with a spoon, you can create elastic ripples.

The sunlight in the back window was slanted in, reflecting the bean green to the goose yellow, which was both like spring and the taste of summer. It was delivered into your mouth in one mouthful and sweet.

Qiu Qiu stood behind the counter holding a plate and ate. With just one bite, he unilaterally decided to take off the title of "Balloon Man".

How could there be such delicious food? Brother Zhong Yu is so good!

He is the "football feeder"!

He ate happily and quickly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and stopped when his small fork reached towards the last little star, and raised his head like a conditioned reflex.

"Don't you eat?"

Zhong Yu leaned against the edge of the stove and smiled: "You eat."

Qiu Qiu's eyes immediately bent, fearing that Zhong Yu would repent and stuff the cold cake into his mouth, chew it twice, and swallow it.

Then he burped a satisfying hiccup.

He touched his stomach and suddenly said, "I remember a dish, which is very domineering, and may be used as a signboard."
To be continued...