Chapter 176 Three Color Meatballs

I love Luo carrying Yang Ming on his back, just like a foolish old man moving mountains, walking forward with difficulty step by step.

At this time, Gaara has walked around Muye Village, but still hasn't arrived at Yang Ming's house.

There was a hint of impatience on his face, and he said in a rough voice, "Why haven't you arrived yet?"

Yang Ming yawned lazily, "It's still early!"

At this time, the two passed by a shop selling three-color meatballs, and the scent of cooking came out from inside, which greatly increased the appetite.

Yang Ming's eyes lit up. He had never eaten three-color balls before. For a while, his stomach growled.

"My Gaara, go over and buy me a bunch of three-color meatballs." Yang Ming directed.

Gaara turned her head away angrily, "No!"

Hey, this brat!

Yang Ming made a quick turn and said, "If you buy it for me, I'll tell you where I live?"

"Really?" Gaara obviously didn't believe it.

Yang Ming patted his chest and said, "Really!"

My love Luo was skeptical, so I quickly bought two strings of three-color meatballs, one for each person. The price is not very expensive, and the price is very affordable.

Yang Ming looked at the three-color meatballs in front of him. A bamboo stick went through three pink, white and green meatballs.

The three different colors of the three-color meatballs express three different connotations, using different fillings, pink mung bean filling, white red bean filling, and green matcha filling. The three symbolize cherry blossoms, people and the green earth. It also represents all things in the world.

The small meatballs carry not only the fillings, but also the unique spirit of a nation.

The meatballs are not small, only a circle smaller than a table tennis ball. They are brightly colored, and they look very good when matched together, which makes people very appetizing.

Yang Ming opened his mouth wide and swallowed a green ball.

Since the meatballs are made of glutinous rice, they taste the same as gnocchi, soft and moist, and have a great taste.

When Yang Mingsen pulled his white teeth, he easily tore off the skin of the meatball, and the filling inside was completely exposed under the tip of Yang Ming's tongue.

The unique fragrance of the matcha filling spreads directly to the brain through the tip of the tongue, making people sigh and express their satisfaction.

Along with the chewing between the teeth, a sweet taste, like a gurgling water, meanders out, it's so delicious!

Eating desserts in the afternoon always makes people feel happy.

Yang Ming belched contentedly, and turned his attention to the other two balls.

Yang Ming felt that the chef who invented the three-color meatball was definitely a genius.

After all, as a dessert, just like fat meat, it has a fatal flaw, that is, it is easy to get tired of eating.

He knows how to grasp the needs of customers, and puts three kinds of meatballs with different fillings together, which can make customers not easy to get tired of eating, and make customers always have surprises waiting in front of them.

In addition, the combination of three different colors of the three-color balls is amazing, giving customers a strong visual impact.

Not to mention hungry people, even customers who didn't want to eat will be captured by the three-color meatball the moment they see it.

This is exactly the charm of the three-color meatballs!

Afterwards, Yang Ming opened his mouth wide and swallowed the other two balls in one gulp.

For a moment, the entire tongue was stuffed with meatballs, and the cheeks were bulged up high, as if a small tent was propped up.

What's interesting is that when the red bean and mung bean fillings are mixed together, the two completely different flavors are blended together, and there is no conflict at all, but there is an unexpected sweetness.

Like playing a duet, the two flavors spiraled up, creating a tornado, completely conquering Yang Ming's tongue.

For a moment, Yang Ming only felt that the secretion of saliva accelerated, and he wished he could eat two balls in one go.

"ha!"

After a while, Yang Ming sighed contentedly, the air he exhaled contained a hint of sweetness, which made people want to stop.

Glancing out of the corner of Yang Ming's eyes, he saw that there were only two balls left in Gaara's hand, so he became bewitched.

"Gara, since you don't want to eat, give me your meatballs."

Gaara suffered from insomnia again recently, except for the dishes cooked by Yang Ming, eating everything was like chewing wax.

Originally, he planned to throw away the remaining meatballs.

But as soon as Yang Ming said, Gaara remembered the other party's hateful behavior before, so he swallowed the ball in one gulp.

There were still indistinct words coming out of his mouth.

"I won't give it to you!"

Hey, this brat!

Yang Ming felt a little pain in his head. In order to complete the system tasks, he took the other party as his apprentice. Wouldn't it be a wrong choice?

I like to eat it wholeheartedly, and suddenly say something.

"where is your house?"

Are you still thinking about this?

Yang Ming was helpless, and didn't intend to tease him anymore, so he pointed in the direction of Yang Ming's shop.

My Gaara's mouth twitched, "Could you be Yang Ming's elder?"

"No wonder you are as willful as him!"

Hearing Gaara's complaints, Yang Ming's mouth twitched.

Is it really okay to speak ill of me in front of me like this?

Don't forget, you still want to worship me as your teacher.

Yang Ming suppressed the urge to complain, and let Gaara carry him on his back, walking to Yang Ming's shop step by step.

Finally arrived at the destination, Gaara put Yang Ming down, feeling relaxed all over.

He stretched slightly, and there was a crackling sound from his entire back.

boom!

At this time, a light smoke came out, covering Yang Ming's figure. When he reappeared, Gaara suddenly discovered that it turned out that it was Yang Ming who he had been carrying all along!

Thinking of his slip of the tongue just now, Gaara only felt embarrassed, not even a fig leaf.

Just when Gaara thought he was being blamed, Yang Ming patted him on the shoulder and said, "Congratulations on successfully completing the task of apprenticeship!"

"Really?" Gaara didn't dare to believe it.

Everything before, like a flash film, quickly emerged from his mind one by one.

It turned out that all of this was Yang Ming's test for him!

At the same time, the system's voice rang in Yang Ming's ears.

"Hidden mission: Apprenticeship."

"Mission description: As a talented chef, how can you not have a great apprentice?"

"Mission reward: How to make peeing cow balls."

"Because the host overdraws the task reward, the reward has been withdrawn."

Seeing this, Yang Ming could only silently raise his middle finger to the system in his heart.

If he guessed correctly, according to the consistent virtues of the system, this kind of pissing beef ball should be full of elasticity, just like Stephen Chow's movie, it can be played as a table tennis ball.

It's a pity that such a superb delicacy has no chance with him.

If I say too much, I will cry!

Thinking of this, Yang Ming stared at Gaara, thinking in his heart, what job should he arrange for the other party?

Let Gaara wash his master's feet?

Or let him beat his back?

or……

Why not let Gaara wear a maid outfit as a receptionist?

For a while, Yang Ming fell into a deep entanglement.