The System is Abstract, Luckily, So Am I

Chapter 151 : I Hope Everyone Doesn't Randomly Hug People in Public in the Future

He stuffed the filling into the dough, wrapped it up, then dusted the surface with dry flour to prevent sticking, placed it in the mold, and pressed it into shape.

Next, it could be put into the microwave.

Lin Li hadn't put the "Body Strengthening and Disease Dispelling Pill" in yet. He was worried that once the microwave heated up, something unexpected would happen to the pill, or it would undergo a qualitative change.

Anyway, the mooncakes he made, if their appearance was a little off, his mom probably wouldn't find it strange. He would just cut it open and stuff it in after baking.

"Let's go, bro. Let's put it in the microwave," Lin Li said.

"Okay."

There was only one microwave in the activity room, so many other elderly people and aunts who were also waiting to bake were gathered here, chatting and queuing.

"Bro, how many minutes do you think is appropriate to bake?" The online guides were varied. Lin Li decided to ask Zeng Zi'ang.

"I don't know about microwaves either. The only thing I know is that you shouldn't easily believe information on the internet, especially things like durian having the fragrance of chestnuts after being microwaved," Zeng Zi'ang waved his hands and retreated.

"So it was your family that was rumored to have cooked shit in the residential area two years ago," Lin Li suddenly realized. "So that big brother who was blocked outside and not allowed to enter that day was you?"

Zeng Zi'ang: "..."

Silence was the best answer.

Then Lin Li really didn't dare to ask Zeng Zi'ang anymore, so he chose to ask Zhang Fang not far away.

"This depends on the thickness of your crust. I suggest you bake it for three minutes first. If you find it's not enough after baking, then continue to bake. Because with microwave heating, if the time is too long, things will become hard due to loss of moisture, and the texture will be very bad. So it's better to do it in short bursts multiple times than to go overtime."

Zhang Fang gave a very rational suggestion.

Can anything become hard if it's microwaved for too long?

Lin Li had a bold idea. He was reluctant to use his own, so he would try with Bai Bufan's next time.

So Lin Li followed Zhang Fang's instructions and put his and Zeng Zi'ang's mooncakes into the oven.

"This is Wu Min's child, right? It's Lin Li, right?" However, because he had entered the pile of old people, the scene Zeng Zi'ang had described of being surrounded by the older generation began to be replicated at this moment.

"It's me, Grandma," Lin Li replied politely.

"I held you when you were a child. Do you still remember me?" the other party said with a smile.

Lin Li: "..."

Why do adults always randomly hug children?

Don't you know how much trouble this causes for children?!

Fortunately, Zhang Fang saved the day. She introduced the other party, who also had the surname Wu. Counting back a few generations from his mom, they were indeed somewhat related.

"How are your studies?" Then it was indeed a question-and-answer session like visiting relatives.

"They're okay."

"Are you in a relationship?"

"Grandma, I'm only in my first year of high school. It's still early. I'm still single. As for this question, you might as well ask Brother Zi'ang. He's definitely more anxious than me," Lin Li pointed at Zeng Zi'ang, who was hiding in the corner.

Zeng Zi'ang: "?"

Shifting the blame so blatantly?

I thought I was already good friends with Lin Li. So I wasn't at all!

"Zi'ang, speaking of which, I also held you when you were a child."

Zeng Zi'ang: "...Hello, Grandma Wu."

Grandma Wu smiled and nodded, "You're about to graduate from college, right? Have you found a job?"

"It's okay."

"Are you in a relationship?"

"I'm still single at the moment," Zeng Zi'ang smiled and nodded.

"Unwanted and single are two different states. Don't get them mixed up," an aunt said with a cold smile.

Zeng Zi'ang: "..."

"Mom, you're being a little hurtful."

...

"Mom, you're being a little hurtful."

"I'll emphasize it again. This is a mooncake. It's a mooncake I worked hard all morning to make for you.

You shouldn't have just described it as 'this lump'. That really hurts my feelings," Lin Li, who had returned home, said very hurt after showing his mooncake to Wu Min and being attacked.

Wu Min's lips couldn't help but curve into a smile. She pointed at the 'lump' in front of her and the pile of crumbs next to it and said:

"But mom really finds it hard to believe that this lump is a mooncake."

"The shape is still there. I've already eaten one, and the taste is fine," Lin Li argued forcefully.

Although because his skills were indeed not very good, the mooncakes were a bit explosive (physically), but they weren't that bad. The basic shape of a mooncake was still visible.

"Alright, alright, can't mom just eat it?" Wu Min's breath was still filled with laughter. As soon as she reached out her hand, she saw Lin Li carefully select a mooncake and place it in her hand.

"Specially made for you. The taste is absolutely unique. It's a taste that Sister Min has never had before," Lin Li said.

"Okay, mom is looking forward to it."

In any case, it was a mooncake made by her own son with his own hands. Wu Min was still very touched.

If it weren't for the precedent of him delivering food the day before yesterday, Wu Min would have already written a short essay on her Moments and shared it with her siblings.

One bite, and the crust was quite crispy.

The filling, it was sweet at first, like jujube paste, then dry, then bitter, then... hmm?

Wu Min's brows furrowed. If this wasn't made by her son, she would have probably spat it out already. After swallowing it with some difficulty, Wu Min looked at the half-eaten mooncake in her hand and asked with confusion, "What kind of filling is this? Why is it so black?"

"Chinese medicine," Lin Li was relatively honest.

"So it's a Chinese medicine filling. No wonder it's so bitter. Now I can under... no! I can't understand! Why is there a Chinese medicine-filled mooncake?!!" Wu Min, who had already nodded and was forcing herself to understand, looking as if she had a sudden realization, suddenly looked up and questioned.

"You just say if it's a brand new version you've never had before, right?" Lin Li was honest and straightforward.

Wu Min: "..."

"Can this be eaten?"

Great, I'm glad I didn't write a short essay on my Moments, nor did I share it with my siblings.

One less time to lose face.

Seeing that Wu Min was about to put the remaining mooncake back, Lin Li quickly explained, "Mom, don't worry. It's definitely edible. It's completely harmless to the human body and is quite healthy. How could I harm you?"

Wu Min looked at Lin Li suspiciously, "I believe my son."

"It's good that you believe."

"No, I believe you are capable of doing such a heinous thing," Wu Min added.

Lin Li: "..."

My mom, her words are really hurtful.

"Mom, I'm really going to get angry if you're like this. I couldn't possibly do that. I'm still counting on you to support me. You are my spiritual and physical pillar of support. If I really did that, I would at least have to wait until you're old... hehehe," Lin Li began to chuckle.

Wu Min: "..."

What a great display of filial piety.

None of the beatings Lin Li had received since he was a child were in vain. It's normal to pay a price for being a jerk.

"Can you really eat it?" But of course, Wu Min knew Lin Li was joking. She raised this 'traditional new-style mooncake' again, still a little suspicious.

"You can really eat it, mom. And it's really good for your body. I'll eat it for you now," Lin Li picked up one of the lumps of mooncake and took a big bite.

Wu Min sighed. In the end, she endured the bitterness and finished the Chinese medicine mooncake.

Lin Li was very satisfied.

This way, his mom's body should remain healthy for a considerable period of time.

And Wu Min had sharp eyes. She suddenly reached out and picked up the mooncake Lin Li had just taken a big bite of, narrowed her eyes and asked, "Lin Li, this one you're eating doesn't look like a Chinese medicine mooncake either."

"I only made one Chinese medicine mooncake, the one you ate, mom. I didn't say I was eating one just now," Lin Li waved his hand nonchalantly. "I'm eating lotus seed paste with egg yolk. The taste is okay. Do you want to try it? These are all."

Wu Min: "..."

"Lin Li, your wings have really hardened. I really can't control you anymore!" Wu Min took a deep breath.

Lin Li flexed his arm and patted his biceps, which were noticeably more defined than before, and said proudly, "That's right. Look at your son's wings. They're super hard now."

Wu Min: "..."

...

The feather duster was broken.

It wasn't that she hit him that hard, but that it had been used for too long. After hitting Lin Li's voluntarily presented butt a few times, it broke.

The moment it broke, both Lin Li and Wu Min were stunned for a moment, and then they both laughed.

"You're really not a child anymore. So fast, you're almost eighteen," Wu Min said with a gentle expression, looking at the broken feather duster, her eyes filled with reminiscence.

"According to our country's law, the mother-son relationship lasts for life. It's not terminated after the age of eighteen. That is to say, I will always be your child. What, mom, are you going to abandon me?

That's illegal. If I tell my grandma you have this idea, you're done for! Heh, I can't control you, but can't my grandma control you?" Lin Li said with a cold smile.

Wu Min raised her hand as if to slap Lin Li.

Of course, Lin Li didn't dodge.

And so the hand that was aimed at his face landed on Lin Li's head. She reached out and ruffled his not-so-short hair, a smile on her face.

Lin Li picked up his butt's old acquaintance. After finding that it was indeed difficult to repair, he looked up and said, "Mom, I'll buy you a bigger feather duster this afternoon, one that's more suitable for hitting the current me."

"Buy mom a whip, one with barbs."

"That won't do. My wings aren't that hard yet. I'll have to wait until I'm a little harder before considering it."

"Mom isn't whipping your wings. Mom is only whipping your butt."

"My butt isn't as hard as my wings. Even less so. You'll have to wait until I've mastered the Iron Butt Technique."

"There's such a technique?"

"Of course, mom. You don't know about this, do you..."

"..."

"..."

The meaningless conversation continued between mother and son.

(End of Chapter)