The rice cooker was filled with a pot full of glutinous rice balls. I didn’t have a thermos pot like that at home, so I put it in a plastic bag and brought it over. Not to mention whether it fit or not, the key point was that it didn’t keep warm.
So I brought it in a rice cooker.
It's just that this amount is a bit too much.
Not only is the quantity large, but even the ecological environment in the entire pot is not very optimistic.
Application question: It’s the Lantern Festival, and Xiao Jiang wants to deliver glutinous rice balls to her boyfriend who works overtime. After cooking the glutinous rice balls, put them into a pot, then take the elevator downstairs and walk out of the community, and then wait for the bus at a bus stop about 200 meters away from the community.
It takes six bus stops from home to the square, with an average of five minutes per stop. If the driver drives at a constant speed, can I still eat the glutinous rice balls after they are delivered?
I don’t know if I can eat it, but Lin Luo doesn’t want to eat it anyway.
Counting the time, it turned out that after soaking in water for an hour, most of the glutinous rice balls had lost their skins, and the black sesame seeds in the fillings were mixed into the soup. The whole pot was so dark that the dog shook his head when he saw it.
If I had to give this pot of glutinous rice balls a name.
Lin Luo would like to call it - frog throwing seeds.
Jiang Li couldn't help but frown when he looked at the pot of glutinous rice balls. They were obviously fine when they were put into the pot, but why did they look like this when they were delivered?
She wanted to say that she might as well not eat it, but before she could say anything, she saw Lin Luo snapping the lid back on the pot.
She wanted to say something that had not yet been said, but Jiang Li swallowed it back. She raised her eyebrows, narrowed her eyes and asked, "What, you don't want to eat?"
I told you not to eat, okay.
But you don’t want to eat it yourself, no!
I came all the way to carry you here. There are so many people on the bus. It’s so embarrassing for me to carry a rice cooker. You must finish it for me today. No soup is allowed to be left.
"No. There are so many people queuing up behind me. I have to work hard first."
He looked at Gu Ruolan next to him, and then turned back, "I don't have a place to sit here, why don't you just walk around first? I'll call you when I'm done."
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There were indeed many people queuing up at this time. Jiang Li looked at the rice cooker on the table and left with Gu Ruolan.
Watching the two of them walk away, Lin Luo put the rice cooker under the table. It was hard to eat just looking at this thing, so let's throw it away first.
"How many do you have?"
"Two."
Okay, that's good. I just picked up two of them. They can be called moral models.
Previously, Lin Luo thought that he might have to work overtime until midnight tonight, but judging from this trend, he probably wouldn't have to.
The boring work continued until about eight o'clock, and the number of people in line gradually decreased. By about nine o'clock, no one came. After waiting for a while, he saw that no one came, so he started to look around.
At this time, there were still many people in the square, and most of them were concentrated on the stage. They seemed to be dancing and noisy. He stood up and took a look. With the advantage of his height, he could barely see the other sheds. Several people are queuing up.
Judging from this, the work is indeed coming to an end.
Lin Luo took out his mobile phone and was about to call Jiang Li, but then he remembered that there was a pot of glutinous rice balls under the table. He immediately bent down and carried the rice cooker to the table, opened the lid and took a look.
How should I put it? If the black sesame seeds in the pot were rising and falling one by one, like a frog throwing seeds, now there are as few as five or six black sesame seeds, and as many as a dozen or so, stuck together. , one by one.
It is not appropriate to ask a frog to drop its seeds. You should ask a tadpole to find its mother.
If this pot of glutinous rice balls, let's just call them glutinous rice balls, was not sent by classmate Jiang Jiang, Lin Luo swore that he would never eat a bite of this stuff even if he starved to death.
But this thing was indeed sent by her.
How about trying two?
He tried to convince himself, picked up the chopsticks and picked through the pot with a frown, and finally found a relatively complete one and put it in his mouth.
After chewing twice, Lin Luo's frown gradually relaxed. Not to mention, it was quite fragrant.
The inner pot of the rice cooker itself has no heat preservation function. The glutinous rice balls that have been soaked for a long time have already become cold, and the ecological environment is not optimistic.
But as long as you don't look at the appearance, pay attention to the temperature, and don't discuss the taste, just talk about the taste. It is indeed fragrant, sweet, and has a hint of black sesame.
This is probably bullshit.
After all, they are glutinous rice balls stuffed with black sesame seeds.
Moreover, the black sesame seeds become more fragrant the more you chew them, not to mention that this is a gift from the emperor, so the fragrance feels even better.
What, nothing better than takeout?
Did I say this?
The emperor deigns to condescend to you. He is neither too heavy nor too embarrassed. He holds a rice cooker and brings you glutinous rice balls, making noisy noises all the way. How can this honor alone be compared to that of a takeaway?
If I want to leave it in Daqi, now I can die to thank you for your kindness.
However, this is not Daqi, but modern times. The only thing Lin Luo can repay the emperor is - I ride on the horse and eat, eat, eat.
Of course he doesn't eat them all, he just picks and chooses those that are relatively intact in the pot and eats them. As for the ones with broken skin, sorry, I won't eat the ones without fillings.
"Look, he's really eating and he's not falling down."
"I saw it."
Jiang Li and the two came over here while talking. Through this dialogue, Lin Luo speculated that the following conversation should have occurred between the two.
Jiang Li: According to my guess, he poured the glutinous rice balls in a moment.
Gu Ruolan: Yes, yes.
The two of them walked to the table and stopped. Jiang Li looked at the glutinous rice balls in the pot, then quickly looked away, then put his hand into his pocket and took out a card.
"Just one?"
"Um."
"What about you?" Lin Luo looked at Gu Ruolan: "How many do you have?"
"I don't have one. The lantern riddles have been picked up long ago. We picked this one up on the ground."
Everyone else started with at least two, and it took the two of you to come up with one.
But it doesn't matter. Lin Luo pointed to the bucket with lottery tickets next to him, "Draw as you like. There are plenty of lottery tickets in the bucket."
"More? The numbers of cards and lottery tickets are different?"
"Yes, it's different. There should be a thousand more lottery tickets. To reduce the probability of winning the grand prize, you can just draw. Don't guess. See if you can win a rice cooker or something."
At that time, I heard several people in line saying that two people had won computers and several people had won mobile phones. It is estimated that these two prizes are gone, and the rice cooker may not be available either.
"By the way, the cards have been picked off, right?"
"Um."
"I should be able to get off work later, and then we can go for a walk."
After saying that, Lin Luo looked to the side again. Gu Ruolan was not polite. He had already put his hand into the bucket and started to smoke. He said, "We are going to hang out in a while. Do you have any plans for the evening?"
Gu Ruolan was stunned for a moment: "I don't have any plans."
"Then you plan to follow us around?"
".Is this appropriate? If I go, will you think I'm a light bulb?"
Lin Luo chose to ask, "If it were you, would you dislike it?"
".Probably so."
"So do you have any plans tonight?"
"Yes, there is an arrangement. You will transfer yours later and I won't go."
Okay, children can be taught.
PS: I couldn’t hold it any longer while typing last night. My brain was numb, so I went to bed first. I just woke up at that time. I finished typing this chapter and published it, and then continue typing today’s update.
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