Chapter 525: About sweet dumplings and salty dumplings
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Gu Yunxi playfully stuck out her tongue: "Of course it is Zongzi!"
"Huh? Is this called Zongzi? It looks so weird." Jiang Wanshang leaned over and said with a grin.
"...Ahhhhh! I'm fighting with you!" Gu Yunxi gave up and continued to make rice dumplings, choosing to "start a war" with Jiang Wanshang.
"Chuck...Don't make trouble..." Jiang Wanshang smiled and avoided Gu Yunxi's attack.
In the end, Gu Yunxi said that her weak soul was hit.
When you eat rice dumplings for a while, you have to eat two more to recover.
Yao Ziyan shook his head helplessly and amusingly.
These two girls...
Everyone is busy.
The customers who were playing around also participated.
Xuan Que also joined the staff making zongzi.
Just helping is far less than causing trouble...
For a time, only chat and laughter were left in Origin Mall.
"Huh? Why are your zongzi so beautiful?"
"This is called talent!"
"Qi! Talent or something, am I weaker than you?"
"Why do you pack so much?"
"I feel very familiar with Bao Zongzi."
...
Luo Chuan was very pleased to watch this peaceful scene.
Although these people belong to different forces, their strengths vary greatly.
But in Origin Mall, they are all ordinary customers.
Here, everyone has the same status...
In addition, Luochuan was surprised to discover one thing.
It is not the little girls who are the most talented in making zongzi.
It's Zhouhu Five People and Wutian!
Although Wutian's personality is very indifferent, he does not look approachable.
But now he is silently wrapping rice dumplings.
And it's not bad.
This makes Luochuan feel that the contrast is a bit big, and it is difficult to adapt to it...
It didn't take long for the disputes to be heard.
Luo Chuan was puzzled.
Is it possible to make a quarrel with a zongzi?
Luo Chuan walked over and found that several Yaogu disciples and Lingyun College students were arguing.
"The rice dumplings should be made into sweet ones. Didn't you see that Sister Ziyan just made sweet dumplings?"
"There is meat in these ingredients, shouldn't it be sweet?"
"Sweet is definitely better than salty!"
"I feel salty is delicious!"
...
Luochuan:...
Before this was eaten, there was already a dispute between sweet and salty.
Sure enough, humans everywhere are the same.
"Isn't it just a matter of sweetness and saltiness?" Murong Haitang felt amused. "When the time comes, you can eat whichever you want. Are you using it for arguing?"
"Tutor Haitang, you don't understand. This is a question of faith." The student's expression was serious.
Murong Haitang:...
"Whoever quarrels tomorrow, I will let him return to student Lingyun." Fan Chengtian walked over and said flatly.
"Do you want to return to Medicine Valley?" Yao Huichen said with a smile.
Several people shook their heads.
The power of these two sentences is not so big.
This is an episode.
After the short episode, everyone continued to make zongzi.
Bu Lige suddenly thought of something and his eyes lit up.
"You said, what would the taste be like if you pack spicy strips in rice dumplings? Is there any effect to improve your strength?" Bu Lige poked Jiang Shengjun next to him.
Jiang Shengjun wrapped the rice dumplings intently, and was naturally unhappy after being disturbed by Bu Lige.
However, after hearing the latter's words, he suddenly became interested.
"It sounds interesting. Why don't we try?" Jiang Shengjun whispered excitedly.
"Well! I feel very feasible." Bu Lige nodded.
The two were in a corner, and no one noticed their small movements.
With the enthusiastic participation of a crowd of customers, after tens of minutes, the ingredients were almost consumed.
A lot of rice dumplings are also packed.
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