Hua Hanmao also helped and couldn't help but add a few words, "It's just those bun-making stalls. They have experience in making buns, and I heard the buns they make are pretty delicious."

Hua Xinuo said: "It's not surprising, there will be many stalls selling small buns in the future."

"If making buns doesn't make much money, we'll think of other businesses."

Hua Xinuo even thought about setting up a stall here to grill lamb skewers in the summer.

People in this era don’t know how to cook mutton, and many people can’t get used to the strong smell of mutton, so mutton is very cheap.

It would be nice to make delicious lamb skewers and sell them.

But if you want to do those things, you need to get a barbecue grill, buy charcoal, and get some tables and chairs.

There are also many things to consider.

Although Hua Xinuo said so, Hua Xinhong and Qiu Wenqin felt that they didn't know anything else and still hoped to continue making buns.

"Dad, when making the fish paste, you need to mix it for a while before adding some seasonings, and then add some starch..."

A few days ago, when buying noodles, Hua Xinuo followed her mother to the grocery store and bought some other things, including some corn starch.

After the fish balls are made one by one, they are ready to be cooked.

"And that chicken? Kill it first!"

"Brother, why don't you get a clean bowl to catch the chicken blood!"

Hua Hanmao was a little confused. "Why are you collecting the chicken blood? It's in this bucket. Just pour it out tomorrow."

Hua Xinuo suddenly realized something. It seemed that no one wanted to eat either pig blood or chicken blood.

Hua Xinuo quickly went to get a bowl and continued, explaining, "The coagulated chicken blood can be used in cooking!"