Xia Ruzheng said, "It's really good! This is the best bun I've ever eaten! But this is in the south, and not many people eat buns. No matter how delicious these buns are, people only eat them occasionally. If you eat them every day, it would be difficult."

Tian Nier asked, "What should we do then?"

I have been away from home for several years and have been to so many places. Every time I finally get to know some people, I have to leave again. This is not only unstable, but most importantly, I can't make any money.

Xia Ruzheng thought for a moment and said, "I can't think of a good solution right now. Let me think about it first. I'll give you a plan in a couple of days."

Tian Nier's face immediately lit up with smiles: "Oh! That's great! You have to think of a way for me! If we can stabilize it, I'll thank you!"

Xia Ruzheng said: "Don't count on me, my method may not work!"

Tian Nier said, "No matter whether the method works or not, you've found a solution for me, which means you treat me like one of your own. Of course I have to thank you."

It's really clear what's close and what's distant.

Xia Ruzheng said: "Then I have to think about it carefully."

Baozi and steamed buns are both very popular foods in the north, but people in the south are still used to eating rice. Nowadays, many people still cook and fry dishes at home, so no matter how delicious the baozi is, it is difficult for it to be as widely accepted as in the north. However, we can make something with more southern characteristics.

Like siomai, the dumpling skin is filled with soy sauce rice, which is closer to the south than baozi.

In fact, there are also dumplings in the north. They can be steamed, fried, or fried. They are all very popular. Speaking of noodles, we are talking about noodles and noodles. Soup noodles are a big project.

But I’m just one person, with insufficient capital, manpower, and space, so it’s not easy to set up a noodle shop.

The road is still long, comrades need to work harder!

After fantasizing about a beautiful future, Xia Ruzheng began to think of things to put in the steamers besides steamed buns, such as siu mai, buckwheat steamed buns, corn steamed buns and the like. There was a very popular corn steamed bun shop not far from where Xia Ruzheng lived in his previous life. They were only open in the morning and business was very good. The old men and women lined up there every day to buy dozens of them. If you only bought two or three, they would feel embarrassed for you!

Of course, the shop's booming business is related to the later pursuit of health preservation. Corn is a good whole grain, and people who are used to eating refined grains need to eat whole grains to stay healthy. But their corn steamed buns are delicious, with a fragrant and sweet taste. I can eat two or three hot corn steamed buns in one go.

In addition, Xia Ruzheng wanted Ni'er and the others to slightly change the filling of the buns. Northerners have heavier tastes than southerners, especially Cantonese people. Cantonese people don't add much salt when making soup, let alone other seasonings.

Seeing that Xia Ruzheng was more concerned about other people's affairs than his own, Wen Zhichao smiled and said, "You really are kind-hearted."

Xia Ruzheng said, "It's rare to meet someone as talkative as Ni'er, so I'll help if I can!"

In mid-November, Xia Ruzheng received a second letter. Xia Ruqian had long since accepted Xia Ruzheng's absence from the Lunar New Year celebrations, but she insisted that she return the following year to visit her nephew or niece. Xia Ruqian had become a completely blissful expectant mother. According to Xia Chunfu, the heavily pregnant Xia Ruqian had finally calmed down and grown more stable, a source of deep relief for him. Xia Ruzheng calculated the time and realized that Xia Ruqian was now five or six months pregnant, and her belly had indeed grown larger.

Xia Ruzheng still didn't read the letter from the Wen family, but seeing that the handwriting had changed, Xia Ruzheng thought that the second elder of the Wen family was still angry.

Wen Zhichao had already wired the money back, and the remittance slip was sent along with this letter. Only after reading the letter did Wen Zhichao realize it was written by Liu Guoqing, whose handwriting wasn't nearly as beautiful as Xia Ruqian's. Wen Zhichao laughed and said Liu Guoqing was worse than his wife. Xia Ruzheng rolled his eyes at him.

This time, the two elders of the Wen family were calmer and asked in a negotiating tone, "Can't you come back for the New Year?"

It's almost December now, so there's no time to go back. Of course I can't go back.

Wen Zhichao was responsible for dealing with the two elders of the Wen family, so Xia Ruzheng didn't say anything, as the more he said, the more mistakes he would make.

The closer it got to Spring Festival, the more festive the atmosphere became. Many people were discussing what benefits the factory would give out during the Spring Festival this year. However, these discussions had nothing to do with Xia Ruzheng.

However, when Xia Ruzheng went to deliver the pot, Sister Li gossiped with Xia Ruzheng.

"A few days ago, there was a quarrel at Chen Mei's house!"