The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

When Meng Qinglang rushed back to the courtyard, old man Feng was drinking tea with some guests, travel bags and casual clothes. Meng Qinglang didn't know how old man Feng found out that they were rich.

"Hey, you're back." Old man Feng waved his cattail fan to greet him, then turned to introduce to the guests, "This is the chef of our old Feng's family. He steamed the mung bean cake."

Several guests stood up and called "Teacher Meng" to greet him. Meng Qinglang felt hairy when he heard this address: "You can just call me Xiaomeng."

A man in a suit and leather shoes came out of the backyard, probably going to the bathroom. Meng Qinglang understood that Old Man Feng was "rich". Wearing a suit meticulously again, he is not a salesman but at least a manager.

"This is Mr. Meng, it's a pleasure to meet you, so young, it really is a hero out of a boy."

Meng Qinglang was a little embarrassed by his enthusiastic grasping hands, and smiled politely: "I'm just cooking, are you?"

The man in the suit immediately handed out his business card: "Hi, I'm the general manager of Rong Dingzhai's Food Development Department. I'm here this time to ask Mr. Meng, do you know if the mung bean cake recipe is for sale?"

Rong Dingzhai is a well-known chain pastry shop in China, both online and offline, Meng Qinglang looked at his business card, first invited these people to sit on the mat before saying: "How did Manager Liu know that I can make mung bean cakes? "

Manager Liu smiled and said, "I'm friends with the editor-in-chief of "Needle Eye Gourmet", and I happened to be there when Reporter Zhang took the mung bean cakes, so I tried it. To be honest, Rong Dingzhai's mung bean cakes are also sold well." Okay, but it’s still far behind Teacher Meng’s works.”

"Have you tried it?" The little girl with a travel bag asked him curiously, "Is it really as good as the article says?"

Manager Liu immediately gave a thumbs up: "Some taste, it will make people feel the lack of words."

Everyone was amazed, and Meng Qinglang became curious: "What did the article say?" How did he remember that Zhang Xiaofeng was here to write about fried chicken?

"I have this issue of the magazine with me!" The little girl opened it for him.

[This is a kind of emotion that cannot be described in words. I admit that I have been the editor-in-chief of "Zhenyankan Gourmet" for so many years. I have eaten countless delicacies and evaluated countless restaurants. Most of the time, I am very picky with extremely harsh eyes, but this ...I can't fault anything, maybe the only thing is that the mold is old fashioned and not new?

When I saw it for the first time, it was just an ordinary mung bean cake (attached photo), just like the old-fashioned pastries sold in the streets and alleys, but the moment the tip of my tongue touched——sorry, this is the first time since I made a living with words Once I felt the lack of vocabulary, I just tried to introduce this fantastic pastry to you with words that describe less than one percent. 】

Seeing this Meng Qinglang was already embarrassing. He also thought that the mung bean cake made with the system recipe and water from the Samsara pond was delicious and refreshing, but... it wasn't such an exaggeration, it seemed that everyone was not too excited when they ate it.

[My impression of mung bean cakes is still in my childhood. It was the winter of 1974. My father came back from the heavy snow and brought back a bag of broken mung bean cakes for me and my brother. That was my first time...]

Several people just sat and watched him read the article, staring at Meng Qinglang embarrassedly, the article which took up a full page was very long, Meng Qinglang roughly skipped the editor-in-chief's recollection, and came to the second half of the direct description.

[Its appearance is slightly green. Mr. Meng seems to have used some means to keep the color of the mung bean. It is unassuming and looks very quiet. It reminds me of my father who died young. It is elegant and elegant. Like a gentleman, soft, refreshing and slightly sweet, not too irritating to your mouth, but memorable.

……

The fragrance of mung beans is mixed with an indescribable taste, like the clearness of well water, slightly sweet and slightly cool. On the day I received it, the air conditioner in the office just broke down, and the heat of nearly [-] degrees made people anxious , I almost missed it because of my bad temper.

Before I knew it, I ate a whole piece, and suddenly I felt calm, and the memories of the past swirled in my mind unconsciously. I knew why, and I always remembered the stories of my childhood, those happy and sweet ones.

I think I have the answer. In the last comment section, I want to name it: Miss. 】

Hmm... this refers to the mung bean cake he made?

"Mr. Meng, if you cooperate with us, we will name this mung bean cake as Miss Mung Bean Cake. In the early stage, it will only be sold offline for the sake of word of mouth. The company has prepared two plans. You can choose between buyout and share."

Meng Qinglang's eyes lit up, as if reflecting the shining light of gold. Buying out the dividend sounds like a lot of money, but... only the reincarnation pool water in the production materials cannot be mass-produced, and Meng Qinglang always has This feeling, doing it to Fang Zi and doing it with his own hands are completely two different things.

He seems a little too confident in his cooking skills...

But, wanting money...

"Manager Liu, can I think about it first?"

"Of course, if you want to cooperate, I hope Rong Dingzhai will be your first choice for cooperation."

"Okay." Meng Qinglang turned his gaze to the four people carrying travel bags. Judging from their clothes, it seems that they came together?

"You are……"

The man in glasses with a travel bag replied: "We are a gourmet tour group of the Green Self-Travel Group. I wonder if you have seen a blogger called 'Self-Travel Group Food' on Weibo, which is run by the four of us. I took the liberty to visit here because I want to ask, do you know if the mung bean cake you make is for sale?"

Before Meng Qinglang could speak, someone outside the gate called out tentatively in a low voice, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Meng's house?"

The yard of old man Feng’s house became lively, about a dozen people were crowded, the older ones were sitting and drinking tea, and the younger ones took turns grinding mung bean flour. Manager Liu helped greet him, and there was no silence. The price of mung bean cake was also set by him. Originally, it was compared to the price of Rong Dingzhai's high-quality goods, a box of ten pieces was 50 yuan, but after seeing Meng Qinglang's shocked eyes, he discounted it again, 20 yuan.

Meng Qinglang's mung bean cake is not big, and it is still much more expensive than what is said on the market by the catty, but everyone feels that the price seems to be a bargain, and they can't help but thank Meng Qinglang for the discount.

Meng Qinglang: "..." All right, the customer is God.

The people who came here asked for at least two boxes without even tasting the taste. "Entrepreneurs" like Manager Liu even asked for ten boxes, and those who gave relatives asked for five or six boxes. I just charged nearly 2000 yuan, and the cost...if you don't count the labor, it's really very little.

Two thousand... Meng Qinglang, a poor young man whose net worth is only [-] million and keeps shrinking, feels like he will get rich in a day.

Meng Qinglang didn't know whether to lament the influence of Gourmet Weekly or lament that they are stupid and rich. Although he needs money, he is still a businessman with a little bit of conscience in his heart. He will give them a free taste of the first steamed pot Yes, so the order was [-] more boxes...

If the steaming continued like this, he would have to spend a day on it. Old man Feng took a box of mung bean cakes to the nearby old man Xiao's house to borrow a multi-layered steamer. Old man Xiao's house used to sell steamed stuffed buns, and the steamer was big enough, so Meng Qinglang was relieved. .

The diners were chatting in the yard, most of them were amazed at the deliciousness of the pastry. Meng Qinglang tasted a piece, and it tasted pretty good, but he still didn’t feel the taste of "nostalgia", only limited to "very delicious". , probably due to different experiences, for example, a fat young man in the yard cried after eating.

He wiped away his tears, and said in a nasal voice, "I finally know why Editor-in-Chief Wei wrote that. Many clips that I thought I had forgotten a long time ago appeared by themselves."

The little girl from the self-tour group glanced at him, took a big bite of the mung bean cake, and asked in confusion, "It's delicious, but why don't I feel that way?"

"I just feel very cool. Is there mint in it? But it doesn't smell like mint. It's strange."

Manager Liu sighed and shook his head: "The person who wrote this recipe must be a genius."

It was only a conscientious system that wrote this recipe. Looking at the pot, Meng Qinglang suddenly remembered that he still had a "Samsara Pool Limited Recipe Lucky Draw Ticket". , six colored balls of yellow, green, blue, red, black, and white are spinning in it, of which there is only one white one.

Like a grand prize, Meng Qinglang secretly prayed for the "white ball" three times in his heart, clicked, and drew.

The lottery drawer spins and spins, slowing down quickly, passing a certain white ball, and then a blue ball rolling out——

Click to break open.

It's quite complicated...Meng Qinglang poked it.

[Boom—fireworks are splashing, congratulations to the host for getting the "Summer Ice Drink Production Instructions", the six-color ball lottery in the reincarnation pool has started, you can click the rainbow ring at the top of the system interface to summon~]

Meng Qinglang clicked on the newly-appeared rainbow ring. He was quite curious about what the only white one was supposed to look like. There was a question mark in the upper right corner of the lottery device.

The five colors represent the limited recipes of the Samsara Pool with five attributes, and the white color is the mysterious prize—the Plantation Base of the Samsara Pool.

Growing vegetables?It sounded very tired, but Meng Qinglang lost interest in an instant. Based on his understanding of the system, this so-called planting base will definitely not have any special attributes. I am afraid it is still a waste of money. It might as well be a summer ice drink. Can lure Muying to study more after school, and try to get [-] in the next exam.

Meng Qinglang took out the instructions and looked at it, then secretly went to the well in the backyard to get some water, which he had identified with energy points before making the bean paste cake, and living people can take it, but it has a cooling effect.

He took the time to squeeze some orange juice with well water. There are three ways to make summer iced drinks, one is simple juice, one is ice bowl, and one is milk tea.

There was no time to freeze the ice cubes, so Meng Qinglang picked the simplest fruit juice, just squeeze the juice and add honey, then add the mixture of "Qingxincao" and "Liangbohua".

These two kinds of flowers and plants are sold in the shopping mall, but they are cheap. At the beginning, they only cost more than a dozen yuan each, but they are widely used. Meng Qinglang's Mengpo soup will also be used. It has also become a few hundred.

Meng Qinglang hesitated, actually...you can add it or not...

At least I made nearly 3000 yuan today...

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