bookmarkrole Chapter 24 What was I doing just now?
Chapter 24 What was I doing just now?
At this moment, what lay before Lin Muyuan were three adorable "little rabbits".
Lin Muyuan didn't rush to pick up his chopsticks. As a blogger who has been working in the food industry for many years and maintains a certain level of professionalism even when he's "laid off," he has an unwavering habit—"let the phone eat first."
He took out his phone from his pocket, and instead of making a fuss, quietly adjusted the angle. Through the screen, he carefully observed the three little creatures, nicknamed "Little Bunny Buns."
To be honest, Lin Muyuan has eaten at least 800 to 1,000 so-called "creative desserts" over the years, most of which are all show and no substance.
But the three little rabbits in front of him gave him a completely different feeling. Their skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and under the warm light, it shone with a warm, pearly luster. The rabbit ears were pinched very expressively, and a small tail was attached to the back of their round bottoms.
"This presentation is top-notch, even among high-end private restaurants in Beijing or Shanghai," Lin Muyuan thought to himself, giving it a very high rating.
Looking at the three "rabbits," Lin Muyuan couldn't help but recall the little sign girl, Mengmeng, wearing a pink apron, who had been sitting behind the cashier's counter earlier. The healing and refined aura she exuded perfectly overlapped with his own, making him feel inexplicably lighthearted.
Since the buns had just come out of the steamer, there was still scalding hot steam around them. Lin Muyuan knew that putting them in his mouth at this time would only burn his tongue and he wouldn't be able to taste the flavor. So he put down his phone and patiently observed and waited.
The fragrance in the air grew stronger. Lin Muyuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This scent reminded him of a long-forgotten memory.
At that time, he was negotiating a big business deal in another city, and the pressure was so great that he couldn't sleep for nights on end, until he ate at a beef bun shop recommended by a local in an old alley. The aroma of that shop was exceptional, with a magical power to soothe the soul.
At this moment, the aroma emanating from these three little rabbits was even purer and more vibrant than the beef buns from that shop I remembered.
"I wonder if these little rabbit buns can compare to the beef buns from back in the day," Lin Muyuan murmured to himself, his eyes filled with an almost devout expectation.
Without thinking, Lin Muyuan picked up the soy milk that Chen Feng had just brought over.
The soy milk was still warm, the milky white liquid swirling gently in the clear cup. He first took a small sip.
"Um?"
Lin Muyuan's eyes narrowed slightly. The soy milk was extremely smooth to the taste, without any beany smell. Instead, it had a mellow aroma similar to nuts and an extremely natural, silky texture.
One bite, two bites.
Lin Muyuan's posture changed imperceptibly. He had been leaning back in his chair with a casual "just eating and browsing" attitude, but after taking a couple of sips of soy milk, his back slowly straightened, and he adopted an extremely focused sitting posture.
What's even stranger is that, although he wasn't particularly hungry before because it wasn't mealtime, he suddenly felt a strong, even burning, hunger deep in his stomach. The hunger surged up like a tidal wave.
"Why isn't it cold yet...?"
Lin Muyuan muttered anxiously to himself. He even unconsciously reached out and gently fanned the steamer above him, trying to speed up the cooling process. This agonizing wait was completely different from his usual principle of "calmness" in everything he did.
Finally, he felt the steam thin out a little.
Lin Muyuan habitually picked up his chopsticks and chose the "little rabbit" on the far left. He didn't swallow it whole, but first bit a tiny opening in the side of the rabbit.
"hiss--"
A stream of scalding hot yet indescribably rich meat juice gushed out from that small opening, instantly filling his mouth.
Lin Muyuan froze.
What does it taste like? The freshness and sweetness of the meat, the richness of the fat, and the subtle sweetness of the noodles.
With just this small bite, Lin Muyuan felt a certain switch within his body being completely turned on.
He swallowed that small bite and put down his chopsticks.
Because chopsticks are too cumbersome.
Then he grabbed the unfinished bunny-shaped steamed bun.
The warm and elastic sensation came from his fingertips, and he took a big bite, letting the golden juices slide down his fingers without him even noticing.
His movements became rough: chewing, swallowing, sucking his fingertips.
The first one disappeared.
Lin Muyuan's hand almost instinctively reached for the second one. At that moment, he seemed to have completely forgotten about comparing the rabbit-shaped bun with the beef bun.
Lin Muyuan only slowly came to his senses after he stuffed the last little rabbit bun into his mouth.
He let out a long sigh of relief and stared blankly at the empty steamer in front of him.
At this moment, he was no longer "calm" at all. His hands were covered in glistening oil stains, and there was still a bit of meat filling left on the corner of his mouth. Sweat soaked the stray hairs on his forehead, and his breathing was still a little rapid because he had eaten too fast and too fast.
Lin Muyuan glanced at the table in front of him.
The once tidy wooden tabletop was now a mess due to his "violent dismantling"—spilled soy milk stains, a few drops of meat juice, and several tissues crumpled up haphazardly.
That long-lost awkwardness crept onto his face.
"What... was I doing just now?" Lin Muyuan touched his nose somewhat embarrassedly, but found that there was still a fragrance on his hand, so he couldn't help but sniff it again.
Embarrassing as it was, the sense of satisfaction that spread from his stomach to every part of his body was real. He hadn't felt this irresistible sensation for far too long.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Zhang Qiang, who was busy wiping the cash register.
"Boss... um..." Lin Muyuan cleared his throat, trying to regain his blogger's authority, but his voice still carried a hint of urgency, "Give me two more. No, three. And take them with you."
Hearing the sound, Zhang Qiang, behind the counter, looked up and flashed the expected bright smile. Before Zhang Qiang could speak, Mengmeng, who was in charge of collecting money, blinked her big eyes and answered in her childish voice:
"Uncle, Dad said that each person can only buy one bunny-shaped steamed bun per day. There won't be any left if you buy more; they're reserved for the children who come after us."
Lin Muyuan's words caught in his throat.
He stared blankly at Mengmeng, then at Zhang Qiang, who looked helpless. The intense disappointment instantly overshadowed the awkwardness from before.
"One serving... how could that possibly be enough?" Lin Muyuan lamented inwardly.
He looked at the mess on the table, then at his greasy hands. Although he was so disappointed he wanted to bang his head against the wall, he revealed a rare, genuine, and honest smile.