A Bite of Douluo Continent

Let's just say we're accompanying Sister Qin Yue to try it.

He thought to himself silently.

...

"Young man, another serving of Black Crow Dumplings, please!"

Tang Zi, sitting at the stall, waved her hand, signaling Ye Lingqing to order another serving. She looked at the empty bowl in front of her, her face showing obvious reluctance to finish.

This black glutinous rice ball was even more delicious than he had imagined.

The dark surface, soaked in brine, swelled slightly under the hot oil, becoming hard and crispy, while the soybeans inside, due to the expansion and separation of the surface, did not directly receive the heat, thus retaining their original softness and tenderness.

The Mowutuan, which is similar to tofu, is loose and porous. As the surface cracks open, the soup instantly flows into it, blending into the soft and tender bean-like texture inside the Mowutuan.

Pick up the crispy outer layer and the tender inside with chopsticks and put them in your mouth together. The strong, pungent smell becomes more and more pronounced, but as you chew, the smell becomes more and more fragrant, making you want to take another bite.

The pure bean flavor that burst forth in her mouth as she chewed made Tang Zi unable to help but show a look of intoxication.

It is indeed a rare delicacy, worthy of being recommended by Boss Qi.

"Haha, I knew one serving wouldn't be enough. Luckily, I had the foresight." Zhou Long smiled smugly, slowly savoring the second serving of Ink Crow Dumplings in front of him.

Mmm...delicious.

Savoring the black bean paste with a touch of ecstasy, Zhou Long felt that even the unique stench of the black bean paste in the air seemed to have become fragrant as he chewed.

This group of black crows is really interesting.

He didn't notice at all that Tang Zi's chopsticks were slowly reaching towards the black ball in front of him.

"Click".

A crisp sound interrupted Zhou Long's thoughts, and he stared in disbelief as Tang Zi slowly withdrew her chopsticks.

On the chopsticks, there is a large piece of crispy outer skin and plump, tender bean flesh inside.

"Mmm~" Tang Zi savored the moment, a satisfied expression on her face.

Yes, the black glutinous rice balls are really delicious.

I don't know if it's because the Mowu dumplings belong to Zhou Long, but they taste even more delicious.

In that instant, Tang Zi suddenly understood why her martial uncle always liked to steal vegetables from other people's plates.

Wildflowers smell sweeter than garden flowers.

My own dishes don't taste as good as other people's.

That makes perfect sense.

Looking at the black crow with a missing corner in front of him, Zhou Long fell into deep thought.

Tang Zi... has she forgotten something?

The fact that Master Tai Lei stole his food meant that his cultivation level was too high for him to defeat.

But Tangzi…

His soul power level was two levels lower than mine.

Zhou Long's expression slowly twisted, and his gaze toward Tang Zi carried a hint of murderous intent.

How dare you do that?

He made up his mind: he would go back and give Tang Zi a good beating.

Chapter 312 Is a pig trying to steal my cabbage?

"belch!"

After letting out a satisfied burp, Tang Zi patted her stomach contentedly.

I'm finally full.

He ate three servings of Mowu dumplings, plus all the other delicacies he had eaten before, and that's when he finally felt full, something he hadn't done in a long time.

"Go back to the sect now?" Zhou Long secretly clenched his fist, planning to beat Tang Zi up first when he got back.

"Okay?" Tang Zi, completely unaware of the impending crisis, spoke up casually.

The two stood up and stood side by side, ready to leave, when Zhou Long suddenly reached out and put his arm around Tang Zi's shoulder.

"Old Zhou, why are you putting your arm around my shoulder?"

"I was afraid you'd run away... Oh no, it's been so long, I just wanted to get closer to you."

"Old Zhou, you're really something, I'm not used to your enthusiasm."

"It's okay, we're good brothers, we should get closer."

...

The procession continued moving, and soon it was the turn of the seven members of the Cold Food Festival who were waiting in the procession.

As they got closer to the stall, the peculiar and pungent stench of the Mo Wu Group became increasingly noticeable.

However, having been in line for quite some time, they gradually got used to the strange smell.

Except for Keke, whose expression was still a bit strange, the others were much more normal. Ying Shuangshuang would sniff from time to time, greedily inhaling the scents in the air.

Hmm... after smelling it for a while, it actually smells pretty good.

With her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, Ying Shuangshuang's eyes held a hint of anticipation.

I really want to know how this black glutinous rice ball tastes.

Following the line, Ying Shuangshuang slowly moved forward until the entire stall was fully revealed before her eyes, and she looked around with some curiosity.

Is the person who can make such interesting food the same age as the owner?

Or perhaps? Someone older?

Ye Lingqing was busy behind the stall with his head down, and Ying Shuangshuang couldn't see his face from his angle.

Just then, Ye Lingqing raised her head and wiped the sweat from her forehead and cheeks.

Hey, is it a boy about my age?

Ying Shuangshuang blinked, then suddenly burst out laughing.

Ye Lingqing, who was busy, did not hear Ying Shuangshuang's laughter. He wiped the sweat from being by the hot oil pot and continued cooking the next batch of Mo Wu Tuan.

At this rate, all the Mowu dumplings will be sold out today; it's truly a bountiful day.

Ye Lingqing wore a satisfied smile, her heart filled with gratitude towards Qi Han.

In the group, Fuya, who heard Ying Shuangshuang's laughter, turned her head to look at Ying Shuangshuang, whose delicate body was trembling slightly, and asked with a curious expression, "Shuangshuang, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Ying Shuangshuang shook her head, a hint of a smile still lingering in her eyes.

She couldn't help but recall the face of the boy who had been setting up the stall earlier.

What a handsome boy.

However... he seems a bit silly.

Ying Shuangshuang's smile deepened.

The moment that boy looked up, Ying Shuangshuang was truly amazed.

But then, as he wiped the sweat from his cheeks, he inadvertently smeared some coal dust on his face, turning his once handsome and fair face into something resembling a big, spotted cat. This was the reason why Ying Shuang and Fang Fang burst out laughing.

She couldn't help but continue to pay attention to the activity in front of the stall.

Unfortunately, the rather handsome young man didn't look up again until Ying Shuangshuang followed Fuya to the stall. Only then did he look up and ask a question while he was busy with his work.

"How many Black Crow Legions do you want?"

"I want one, can I take it with me?" Fuya asked, but was gently pulled by Ying Shuangshuang beside her.

"Fuya, I think it'll feel better to eat here. Why don't we eat here?" Ying Shuangshuang winked, her cheeks flushing slightly for some reason.

“This…” Fuya looked at the others behind her, “What about you guys?”

"Xinyan and I plan to eat and stroll around the food street." Ji Yunruo and Ping Xinyan exchanged a glance. The two deliverymen had clearly developed a deeper friendship through their tacit cooperation during this period.

"Let's pack up and go home later, the three of us. There aren't many seats left here anyway," Qin Yao said with a smile after asking Keke's opinion.

Although the seven people all had a good relationship with each other, there were clearly differences in their closeness.

Fuya and Ying Shuangshuang were classmates and roommates for three years, so their relationship was naturally closer than that of the other shop assistants. Ji Yunruo felt a little distant from the two of them at the beginning, but fortunately, Fuya was considerate enough and Ying Shuangshuang was also carefree, so this feeling was not too strong.

Ji Yunruo's condition only began to change after Ping Xinyan arrived.

Both of them were agility-type Soul Masters and food delivery workers. Ping Xinyan's rented house in Shrek City was not far from Ji Yunruo's house, so the two quickly became acquainted.

As for the three from Xingluo City, the same was true. The Qin sisters and Keke had always worked together well. However, they were unfamiliar with the place and had only been there for two days. Although they got along well, there were still some differences in their hearts.

Fuya was aware of this situation, but there was nothing she could do to change it in the short term.

Seeing that the others were about to pack up and leave, she nodded gently, "Then you all be careful on your way. Shuangshuang and I will stay here to eat."

One by one, the black glutinous rice balls were quickly prepared. Apart from Fuya and Ying Shuangshuang, the others held the hot, freshly made black glutinous rice balls in their hands, said goodbye to the two girls, and turned to leave.

Watching the others leave, Fuya, sitting in front of the stall, sighed softly, "I feel like I'm not in a good state right now."

However, Fuya's sigh did not elicit a response from Ying Shuangshuang, who was sitting opposite her.

This made Fuya look up at Ying Shuangshuang, "Shuangshuang?"

"Ah! Ah?" Ying Shuangshuang turned around as if waking from a dream.

“You…” Fuya looked in the direction Ying Shuangshuang had just turned her head, and then realized that there was a hidden reason why Ying Shuangshuang had pulled her to sit down.

Sitting here, you can just see the boy cooking the Ink Clay Ball.

Ying Shuang's gaze had just been directed towards the boy.

“You wouldn’t…” Fuya’s face showed a hint of surprise.

"I don't!"

Ying Shuangshuang hurriedly denied it, but a few blushes appeared on her face without her noticing. "I...I was just curious about how this Mowu Tuan made it."