Jiang Tang thought about it and agreed. After all, her best friend's house was rarely visited by anyone: "You can buy a regular one."

"OK."

Meng Si Ning went to the space and searched the mall for a long time. He placed an order for a small rice cooker for two or three people, the most traditional press-type one. When he took it out, he found it was very small.

Jiang Tang said, "This one is okay. It has nothing on it except an English sign."

Next, Jiang Tang instructed Meng Si Ning to steam rice.

It took two people more than an hour to cook a meal.

It came out tasting surprisingly good.

Meng Si Ning felt a sense of accomplishment: "It seems that I have a talent for cooking."

"This young man is teachable."

In the afternoon, Liu Xiulan got off work and came to teach Meng Si Ning how to steam buns.

I found that they had already made the dough. In the hot summer, the dough rose quickly and overflowed. "How much flour did you use? You made too much. The dough will rise so big once it rises."

This is all made with white flour.”

But Liu Xiulan was heartbroken. Her family now only eats steamed buns made of two-grain flour, and only steams white flour occasionally to improve their diet.

After talking for a while, Liu Xiulan washed her hands and began to teach the two how to steam buns.

There used to be a stove in Meng Sining's house that burned firewood.

After putting the steamed buns in the pot, Liu Xiulan told her a time and left with the ginger candy.

Meng Sining and Lin Siyun were left alone to make the fire.

"Today you go get a dish and I'll cook the porridge."

Lin Siyun was afraid of putting too much rice in, so he quickly reminded her, "Put less rice in."

"I know." Practice makes perfect. Look at her, she can even light a fire now.

Aunt Yao saw that Lin Siyun hadn't come to buy food for the past few meals and asked with concern: "Siyun, why don't you come to buy food? How did you eat these meals? Is it because your sister didn't give you money?"