On the self-cultivation of a foodie

The summer in City G is so hot that it makes one want to go to heaven.

It was like a huge steamer shrouded the entire city. It was so hot that there was no wind. The concrete road was so hot that it was steaming. There were hardly any idle people in the streets and alleys. Except for the vehicles coming and going. Occasionally there are two or three pedestrians, but they are also sweating and hurrying.

Although it is already summer vacation, even the elementary school students who can't control their legs don't like to run outside. The open shop on the side of the road is deserted. If they are not given a way out, the electricity bill will be a huge expense at the end of the month.

The working girl at the side looked at the large supermarket opposite which was fully air-conditioned, and then at the only broken fan in the store. While wiping the sweat from her forehead, she silently rolled her eyes inwardly.

Although the weather is very hot, the big supermarket opposite is still overcrowded. Except for those who go in to use the air conditioner, most people are still rushing to stock up. After all, if you don’t go out in this weather, you will suffer less.

The owner of the canteen looked at the traffic in the big supermarket across the street, and was so envious. There were very few customers in their store today, and not many things were sold. Just when he couldn't help but want to complain, suddenly there was The guests are here.

A young man walked into the store, his hands in his trouser pockets, looking casually from side to side.

This young man was clean and handsome. He looked about in his early 20s. He was a college student. He was wearing an ordinary T-shirt and shorts, and he was wearing a cross mop. His hair was a little messy.

The boss looked at the young man's attire and knew that he was here to buy a few packs of instant noodles and a bottle of mineral water at most, so he became bored and asked perfunctorily, "What do you want to buy?"

The young man smiled: "Do you have mung beans for sale in your shop?"

The boss pouted: "In that corner."

The young man went over and saw that it was indeed a sack of mung beans, so he nodded: "I want all of this bag."

The boss was stunned for a moment, this sack of mung beans weighed at least twenty or thirty catties, even if the mung beans could not be stored, how long would it take to buy such a sack of mung beans and eat them back home?And judging by the young man's appearance, he doesn't look like he's helping some restaurant with purchases.

Even the girl who was working beside me couldn't help but say a few words: "Can you eat so much after buying?"

The young man smiled: "We use it for class activities."

The perplexed boss finally understood, and while he was talking about how young people nowadays have so many tricks, he swiftly weighed the remaining half of the bag of mung beans, but the migrant girl stared at the young man's face, and the more she looked at it, the more familiar it became.

After weighing, the young man paid the money readily, and then easily picked up the sack of mung beans with one hand under the surprised gazes of the boss and the migrant girl, and turned and left the canteen.

At this moment, the working girl suddenly slapped her thigh: "I remembered who he is!"

The boss was confused: "Who is he?"

"An Internet celebrity! He's very popular recently!" The migrant girl reacted with annoyed expression, "I should have asked him for an autograph if I knew it earlier!"

"Internet celebrity? Celebrity?" The boss was still at a loss, "I haven't seen him, what TV series has he acted in?"

"It's not a star, he's a foodie!"

"Eating broadcast?"

"Oh! I won't be able to tell for a while, wait until I post a Weibo to calm down!"

Jiang Haiyan left the canteen with a sack of mung beans, because there were almost no pedestrians on the road, so he didn't have to hide the fact that he was carrying a big bag with one hand but looked relaxed.

He returned to the neighborhood where he had just moved in with a relaxed expression, glanced at the failure statement next to the elevator, shrugged, turned and entered the stairwell, carrying a sack of mung beans, but went up in one breath without blushing or panting. up to the seventh floor.

After returning home, Jiang Haiyan went directly into the kitchen. He found a large plastic bucket half the height of a person, poured mung beans into it, and then soaked them in water.

After soaking the mung beans for two hours, he began to boil water to make mung bean paste. The pot he used was also very large, much larger than the pots in ordinary people's homes.

After cooking the big pot of mung bean paste, he took out another huge bowl and poured the whole pot of mung bean paste into it. The mouth of this bowl was as big as a barrel, and it was more like a bowl than a bowl. pot.

Jiang Haiyan brought the big bowl of mung bean paste into the living room, then turned on the video camera, and ate mung bean paste while recording.

He first smiled slightly at the camera, and then began to recite the lines he had memorized in advance: "Summer is here, and it is so hot that I am dead. At this time, we need a bowl of mung bean paste to clear away the heat...Of course this bowl is mine. One bowl, not yours. If you eat the amount of my bowl, you will have trouble. By the way, I would like to say to the children who watched my video for the first time, I have practiced it before, children Don't imitate so easily~"

After finishing his opening remarks, Jiang Haiyan began to drink mung bean paste in front of the camera. While drinking mung bean paste, he chatted from time to time. It didn't take long for the big bowl of mung bean paste, which weighed more than ten catties, to bottom out.

He drank a large bowl of mung bean paste, then turned off the camera, took out his mobile phone and sent a Weibo of daily greetings.

After posting on Weibo, he turned around and scanned the comments on the last Weibo.

The content of Jiang Haiyan's last Weibo was his newly uploaded video yesterday. Because it was reposted by several marketing accounts, the number of reposts and comments exceeded [-], and the number of Weibo fans also increased a lot.

There are a lot of new faces in his comment area, in addition to admiring him for eating food with a big appetite, such as this——

"Fuck! Master PO is so edible! This bowl of rice can last me for a week!"

"Is the PO owner's stomach a bottomless pit? Dumbfounded.jpg"

"So thin and so edible! What about the law of conservation of matter?!"

Of course there are still people who question him, such as this——

"Hehe! It must be fake food!"

"Fake eating +1! He must have vomited while eating!"

"It's too fake! It must have been edited later!"

Jiang Haiyan casually glanced at those questioning comments, not paying attention at all.

He can be regarded as a small Internet celebrity anyway, so how can he do without the psychological quality of an Internet celebrity.

After swiping Weibo, he put down his phone, rolled up his sleeves and got ready to start working—editing videos.

After turning on the computer, Jiang Haiyan rubbed his flat stomach and frowned slightly. He didn't feel anything about the ten kilograms of mung bean paste just now, because mung bean paste was too watery.

He smacked his mouth and felt that the mung bean paste tasted pretty good. Remembering that there was still a lot of mung bean in the big bag, he turned and went back to the kitchen, and boiled another big pot of mung bean paste.

Then Jiang Haiyan ate another ten catties of mung bean paste while working on the computer.

He cooked again after eating, and cooked again after eating. After a few times, the sack of mung beans bottomed out.

Jiang Haiyan came back to his senses, and found that he accidentally didn't control his mouth again. He couldn't help but silently looked at the empty sack, and sighed with infinite melancholy—he could eat so much, he couldn't afford to support himself. ?