Chapter 22 Super Delicious Milk-flavored Steamed Bread
At half past six, the door of the second cafeteria opened on time, and dozens of students rushed in, all of whom had gotten up early.
As the saying goes, "The early bird catches the worm." If you see something delicious, you can take it. However, those who sleep in may not have much left when they come. Those who find it unpalatable and don't want to eat it will eat it.
Leave it to them.
Most of the students took their plates to fill up the fried rice noodles. Master Xu’s fried rice noodles with soy sauce is a masterpiece. It tastes delicious and most of the students like it. However, it can only serve a maximum of 200 people every morning. Those who come late
But I can’t eat it.
The students, holding empty plates, scrambled around a large pot of fried rice noodles and filled their own plates in a hurry, making the scene as noisy as a vegetable market.
Suddenly, a strong scent of milk wafted over, and all the students seemed to be possessed by something evil. Their movements of hands and feet unconsciously slowed down, and each of them raised their heads and twitched their nostrils, sniffing the aroma that came from nowhere.
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At this time, Ye Xingyu was opening the big steamer in the kitchen, taking out small milky white steamed buns about the size of a fist, and placing them on the prepared large dinner plate, ready to take them outside.
The aroma emanated from the steamer, filled the entire kitchen, and then spread from the kitchen to the cafeteria hall, where everyone could smell it.
"Hey~, Xingyu, are you steaming steamed buns? Why do they smell so good?"
"Okay! Not to mention how it tastes, just smelling it is a pleasure!"
"I'm talking about Xiaoye! Didn't you tell me that you have a unique skill? Are you showing it now?"
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! I'm going to try one first. I've been busy for a long time and I'm hungry!"
"I'll take one too and try Xiaoye's craftsmanship!"
A large group of people in the kitchen gathered around when they smelled the aroma, talking all over the place. Someone took the lead and took a small pink and white steamed bun and put it into his mouth to taste it. Others were not to be left behind.
Everyone took one and stuffed it into their mouths, and some who were hungry even took two or three. Ye Xingyu had just picked out dozens of them, but they were gone in an instant, so he had to pick more from the steamer.
There were twenty-five small steamed buns in a basket. He steamed six baskets, a total of one hundred and fifty. Before they were brought out, one third of them were snatched away by the people in the kitchen. Everyone chewed them with gusto and praised them repeatedly.
, everyone said this was the most delicious steamed bun they had ever eaten in their lives.
Ye Xingyu was afraid that they would snatch them again, so he quickly took out the remaining one hundred steamed buns from the steamer, placed them on two large rectangular dinner plates, and then took them outside.
The students outside only smelled the smell, and probably judged that it was coming from the kitchen, but they didn't know what it was. They were all itchy, holding their plates without eating, and looked at the kitchen door eagerly.
Wait and see if there is anything good that hasn't been released yet.
Under everyone's expectant and curious eyes, Ye Xingyu appeared with two large plates filled with white steamed buns.
The rich milky aroma obviously emanated from the steamed buns. All these students gathered around like crazy. As soon as the plate was put down, dozens of hands reached out at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, the plate was empty.
Some only took one, for fear that it would only smell good but not taste good, so they only took one to try first; while some were greedy and bold and took two, or even three or four, at once, after all, the buns were small.
, I don’t even have one or two, and I don’t worry about not being able to eat it.
A small female student with short hair ran the fastest, grabbing one from the plate and stuffing it into her mouth. The soft dough almost melted in her mouth, and the rich buttery aroma spread in her mouth, making her taste buds shudder. Get great satisfaction.
The petite female student's two big eyes seemed to have many little hearts popping out, and the expression on her face was extremely intoxicated, as if she was a nymphomaniac.
Oh my god! Is this a steamed bun?
Woohoo...it's so delicious!
The petite female student was so excited that her eyes almost filled with tears. Before she could swallow it, she couldn't wait to rush towards the dinner plate containing the steamed buns.
At this time, the first plate had been taken away. Fortunately, there was still the second plate. She quickly stretched out her two small white hands and grabbed two in one hand. Before she could take her hands back, the classmates around her also jumped at her. I moved to the second big plate, and in the blink of an eye, all the steamed buns were snatched away.
"Damn it! You scumbags, why did I just run a little slower and you all snatched me away? Do you still have any humanity?"
A fat man whose width was approximately equal to his height, weighing two hundred or three hundred kilograms, ran out of breath and ran to the empty dinner plate. With a chubby face, he complained about the "atrocities" of his classmates.
But no one paid attention to him. These students were completely intoxicated by the sweet taste of the milk-flavored steamed buns. Many of them couldn't help but close their eyes, feeling the aroma between their lips and teeth, and recalling the touching taste and satisfying taste. His expression didn't seem to be eating, but as if he had taken a sip of the legendary "big white noodles".
On that day, among the students of Wanxiang College, rumors about the milk-flavored steamed buns in the second cafeteria began to spread. The students who were lucky enough to eat the milk-flavored steamed buns were extremely excited, and they expressed their expressions in an exaggerated way. The taste of the steamed buns was boasted to be the fairy fruit at the Queen Mother's Peach Festival, and it was so popular that it made countless students yearn for it.
Unfortunately, steamed buns are only available for breakfast. If you want to eat them, you have to wait until tomorrow morning at the earliest.
Early the next morning, when the genius dawned, the second cafeteria had not yet opened, and there were one or two hundred students standing outside. They all looked at the time eagerly, hoping that it would be half past six as soon as possible.
These are all students who were attracted by the milky steamed buns. Only a few dozen of them have tasted it themselves, and most of them are greedy foodies who came here after hearing the rumors.
Finally, at half past six, the door of the second cafeteria opened, and hundreds of students rushed in. Except for a few people who took plates to fill up the soy sauce fried rice noodles as usual, the rest gathered around the other side and shouted: "Where are the steamed buns? Hurry up and serve the steamed buns!"
"The steamed buns are here!" Fatty Liu, who was sweating profusely, panted and walked out of the kitchen with a large plate of white steamed buns. When he saw so many students waiting to eat the steamed buns, he was stunned.
"Damn it! Why is it like this again?"
"Where are the milky steamed buns we promised?"
"Is there any mistake? What is this?"
"We want to eat yesterday's steamed buns, give me the steamed buns quickly!"
"I got up at half past five, and you just want to show me this?"
"Bad review, bad review, I want to give a bad review!"