"The weather was nice today, so I took a longer way home." Ning Youguang handed a paper bag in his hand to Shi Wangyue, who opened the door for her.
"What is this?" Shi Wangyue looked down at the bag in his hand.
"Senior sister sent me millet cakes." After Ning Youguang finished speaking, thinking that Shi Wangyue probably didn't know what millet cakes were, he explained, "Senior sister, her mother made it herself and sent it to her from her hometown in Jiangxi. She
I gave some to everyone in our office, it’s quite delicious, you can try it.”
Shi Wangyue opened the bag and took a look, and found that it was indeed a white plastic bag containing something similar to pastries.
"I'm sorry, I'm late. Are you hungry?" Ning Youguang saw that he was interested in the pastries in the bag and thought he was hungry. "Just in time, you can eat a few pieces of millet pastry to cushion your stomach."
Then, she thought that Shi Wangyue didn't like using plastic bags, and she didn't like using plastic bags to put food, and said, "Just in time, you can take out the millet cakes and put them in the food box."
Shi Wangyue, who has always been particular about food, did not mind that the millet crisps in the bag were packed in plastic bags.
Instead, he reached out and took out a bag of millet cakes from the paper bag. After untying it, he took out a intact piece and put it into his mouth to eat. "It's quite sweet."
"It's very sweet." Ning Youguang said with a smile, "This millet cake is made by senior sister's mother using maltose she boiled herself. Eat more if you like, maltose can strengthen the spleen and stomach."
Shi Wangyue swallowed the millet cakes in her mouth and frowned, "A lot of them were broken."
"Don't be obsessed with obsessive-compulsive disorder. You can't eat it if it's broken into pieces?" Ning Youguang glanced at him sideways, "Senior Sister's hometown is in a remote rural village in Jiujiang, Jiangxi Province. Her mother transferred the millet cake to her in order to send her this millet cake she made by herself.
It took three trips to the county town to send it to her. It is a great blessing for us to be able to eat it. Cherish the blessing, Mr. Shi."
Shi Wangyue immediately apologized, "Sorry, I was wrong."
Ning Youguang stretched out his hand and squeezed it when Wang Yue had just stuffed in a mouthful of millet cake. Before he could swallow it, his bulging face said, "Don't be so serious."
She smiled and said, "I just said it casually."
Shi Wangyue's eyes returned to a smile, "This millet cake is so precious, I will put it away now and keep it for us to eat slowly until the Chinese New Year."
As soon as he heard what he said, Ning Youguang laughed out loud, "What a coincidence. Do you know why we can eat millet cakes made by senior sister's mother at this time?"
Shi Wangyue shook his head.
Ning Youguang smiled and said, "Because it's almost the Chinese New Year."
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Of course Ning Youguang knew that Shi Wangyue still didn't understand, so he explained to him, "Senior sister said that this millet cake is a snack that every household in their hometown village makes in large quantities before the Chinese New Year."
"How big is the big batch?" Wangyue asked casually as she took another bite of millet cake.
"A few hundred pounds."
"..." Shi Wangyue almost choked in shock, "There are so many, do you want to sell them?"
Ning Youguang shook his head, "No, the family will eat it themselves."
"Eat it by yourself?" Shi Wangyue was dumbfounded, "How can you finish eating so much?"
It can’t be a staple food.
Anyway, Shi Wangyue didn't quite believe that there was a place in Jiangxi that would serve such sweet cakes as a staple food.
If it is not a staple food, how can a rural family make hundreds of kilograms of millet cakes a year? 1314