"Mung Bean Paste?"
Mai Dejun took a slurp. It was smooth and grainy, sweet without being cloying.
"This mung bean paste has an excellent texture. You added dried tangerine peel and yellow rock sugar."
"That's right. You got it exactly."
Lu Qin nodded and glanced at Mai Dejun. The man was probably a chef too.
"Old Mai, there's also the Ice Crystal Cake. That's the real standout."
Uncle Ge looked pleased with himself again.
"Little Lu, Old Mai and I came together, but we can each buy two boxes of your Ice Crystal Cake, right?"
"Yes." Lu Qin nodded.
Uncle Ge scanned the code and paid, then took four boxes of Ice Crystal Cake and stuffed two into Mai Dejun's hands.
When Mai Dejun heard the words "Ice Crystal Cake," he froze.
Why did that sound so familiar?
After thinking for a moment, he was startled.
Yesterday, his apprentice had called him to ask about Ice Crystal Cake.
He had been wondering about it. Such a niche regional pastry should have very few people who knew how to make it.
He had never expected that person to be the young man standing before him.
What a coincidence!
Filled with anticipation, Mai Dejun opened the box of Ice Crystal Cake.
He had eaten Ice Crystal Cake before, but he did not remember it very clearly.
When he was young, he had visited a small northern town, where people sold this pastry from shoulder poles by the roadside.
Ice Crystal Cake was, plainly put, a kind of rice cake made from glutinous rice.
But it had an extra layer of icy skin, giving it a cool sensation in the mouth, almost like a cold dessert. It was quite distinctive.
However, the Ice Crystal Cake Mai Dejun had eaten years ago tasted rather