Food: The super chef just wants to set up a stall leisurely

It was a new day again. Zhao Xiaojing went to pick up the express as soon as she got off work at noon. She carried the package into the house and couldn't wait to open it.

This is the blender she ordered two days ago for making sugar syrup.

I was originally planning to install all the equipment at once, but gave up after just a quick look.

A blender is easy to buy. The one Zhao Xiaojing bought now has a capacity of six or seven liters, which costs around three or four hundred yuan.

But the price of a fried ice machine is outrageous. The small one I bought last time cost three to four thousand yuan, and it didn’t look as good as the systematic ones. A large commercial one would cost at least five to six thousand yuan.

Zhao Xiaojing had the task of paying back the money, and she couldn't bear to part with it, so she just ordered a blender, planning to use it to make ice cubes.

Just after checking the packaging of the blender, Zhao Xiaojing's phone rang.

At first glance, it was my cousin Zhou Chuyan, Dong Mei's daughter.

"Hello, Jingjing, did you have a fight with my mom?" As soon as the phone was connected, before Zhao Xiaojing had time to speak, Zhou Chuyan's voice came over with a hint of impatient interest.

"Sister Yanyan, aren't you going to coax Hanhan to sleep at this time?" Zhao Xiaojing asked curiously.

"She just fell asleep, I'm just in a hurry to gossip! Did you have a fight with my mother?"

"Yes, why do I feel you are so excited?" Zhao Xiaojing paused, "How do you know? Did your third aunt tell you?"

"She didn't tell me! She just called me and asked me to call you and say she would come over for dinner on Mid-Autumn Festival. I was wondering when you two needed me to pass on a message, and I thought there must be a story!" Zhou Chuyan grinned, "How did you offend our explosive barrel?"

"She asked me to marry the son of the aunt in her unit..." Zhao Xiaojing had just started to say this when she heard a baby crying from the other side. "Okay, I think you should just comfort Hanhan."

"Oh, baby, don't cry, don't cry, mommy is here, mommy will accompany you to sleep..." The sound of hurried running came from the opposite side, and then Zhou Chuyan began to coax the child. "Okay, let's talk about it when we meet. Remember to come over for dinner on Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"Good good."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Xiaojing shook her head helplessly. Third aunt was still the familiar aunt who appeared cold on the outside but was warm on the inside, strong and caring.

Now I don’t have to worry about whether to go to dinner or not. Since they have already called, of course I have to give them the face.

Zhao Xiaojing cleaned the blender carefully again.

In the past two days, she has projected a milk tea shop in the virtual space every day and has mastered some sweet soup recipes. It happened that the weather was hot today, and she needed to try the blender, so she made herself some sweet soup.

I bought a series of ingredients including red beans, mung beans, milk, etc. at the wholesale market this morning.

After Zhao Xiaojing carefully packaged the ingredients, she began to use the ice cube tray that came with the system refrigerator to freeze ice cubes. She then washed some red beans and mung beans, added water and froze them.

The system’s refrigerator is top-notch. After two hours, the ice cubes and red beans and mung beans were all frozen.

Zhao Xiaojing couldn't wait to take out the necessary ingredients and start making mung bean and milk smoothie.

First take out some of the frozen mung beans and put them in a pot, add water to cover the ice cubes and bring to a boil.

After boiling, squeeze a quarter of lemon juice on it. This will not only keep the color of the mung bean soup emerald green instead of yellowing, but also enhance the refreshing taste of the mung beans.

Add appropriate amount of yellow rock sugar and stir in one direction while cooking.

Cook until the mung beans bloom and the water in the pot is almost gone, then turn off the heat.

Scoop out a small portion of the cooked mung beans and set aside.

Put the remaining half into a blender together with ice cubes in a ratio of 2:1 between mung bean and ice cubes.

Add a small spoonful of condensed milk made by Zhao Xiaojing according to the systematic method and an appropriate amount of milk, and crush them together with a wall-breaking machine.

After blending into a smooth and soft milk smoothie, pour it into a bowl and add the remaining half of the uncrushed mung beans.

A bowl of cool and refreshing mung bean and milk smoothie is ready.

Zhao Xiaojing added a small spoonful of dried osmanthus flowers that she bought in the morning and sprinkled them on top to enhance the fragrance and increase the color.

Take a picture from a good angle and send it directly to Su Yuchen.

After it is spread, scoop a large spoonful and put it into your mouth.

The delicate mellow taste of mung beans and the light aroma of milk immediately fill the entire mouth, melting in the mouth, sweet but not greasy. The embellishment of osmanthus also vaguely melts in it, adding a unique fragrance.

The refreshing feeling after taking a sip instantly makes people feel that the heat of the entire summer has disappeared.

Zhao Xiaojing nodded with satisfaction. The taste was indeed good. She didn't waste several nights feeding mosquitoes in front of the milk tea shop.

On the other side, Su Yuchen, who had received the message, was carrying a large canvas bag and standing alone in the stairwell, staring at the picture sent by Zhao Xiaojing in a daze.

"Susu, let me bring it up. Thank you so much."

A woman walked out of the office, also carrying two large bags, and tried to take the canvas bag from Su Yuchen.

"It's okay, it's okay, Sister Hong. I'll take you downstairs." Su Yuchen dodged Sister Hong's hand and went downstairs with the bag.

Su Yuchen walked all the way to the roadside downstairs and called a taxi for Sister Hong. He stood there for a long time with mixed feelings.

Sister Hong is an old member of the company and also a colleague of hers in the office. She has been working here for 8 years. Sister Hong has been guiding her since her first day.

Now she finally got a permanent job, but Sister Hong was made an example of by the new leader who was parachuted in and resigned.

Since I came to work here, I have become less happy every day. Now I can feel the gloomy and tense atmosphere of the entire company every day.

Seeing that the mirror's condition had finally improved during this period, as if she had finally found something she liked and she felt more energetic, she was both happy for her and envious.

She couldn't help but think of the things she liked and her dreams.

Design is not something she likes to do, it is just a way to make a living for her.

As a tool for making a living, you don't need to pour too much emotion into it. Just do your job well and seize the opportunity to get promoted and get a raise.

But today, Sister Hong resigned, and she suddenly felt like she was at the mercy of others. She regarded this job as a tool to make a living. Wasn't she also a tool for others to make money in the workplace?

It was her parents who chose the school and helped her choose the major after asking around.

At that time, she liked singing and music, but her parents thought that those were wasteful and expensive things that would never lead to success and that learning them would be a waste of time.

But behind this so-called "serious" profession, there is endless overtime work and humiliation after being suppressed. After really entering it, one finds that one can only be like a fish on the chopping board with no chance of success.

If you are destined to be a fish on the chopping board, is it necessary to care about whether the chopping board is decent or not?

"Su Yuchen! You're not going to work anymore, right? You want to go with her?"

The window on the second floor opened, and the new leader raised his voice and yelled at the dazed people standing on the side of the road.

Su Yuchen looked up, his eyes flashed, and he hurried upstairs...