This way, the distilled water adhering to the pot lid won't drip onto the buns.

Steamed buns made with a mixture of two types of dough are better, but if you steam plain white flour buns or dumplings, the steam and water droplets will easily cause them to develop a greenish skin, which looks unsightly.

Zhou Qinglan deftly placed the pot lid upright in the corner behind the stove, then scooped half a ladle of cold water and placed it on the stove.

Holding a spatula in one hand, stir the buns while wetting the other hand with cold water, quickly pick the buns out and place them on the steamer rack.

Zhang Shuzhen took one look and thought, "This girl is quite capable; she's very efficient. It seems she's cooked quite a bit at home."

That's great. I thought most city girls didn't cook much.

That's good; her eldest son has good taste.

This girl is pretty, speaks and acts politely and well, and seems quite capable. She's really good.

"Auntie, come inside and eat. I'll take care of this chores."

Zhou Qinglan smiled at Zhang Shuzhen and continued picking up the buns.

Seeing that Zhou Qinglan was doing a good job and there was no need for her to worry about her, Zhang Shuzhen simply went back to her room and continued eating.

Before Zhang Shuzhen could even sit down, she saw Sheng Xitai reach for the steamed buns again.

"How many have you eaten?" It seems like this child ate three buns just now, right? How many is this?

"Mom, the sixth brother has already eaten four." Sheng Yunfei, who was standing next to her brother, had already been counting them for him.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shuzhen immediately slapped her youngest son's hand with her chopsticks.

"Sheng Xitai, do you have no sense of proportion when it comes to eating? Do you have a bigger stomach? You've already eaten four and you're still not done?"