Feng Zhiqiang explained nervously.

There were only two women with children who bought a few steamed buns for the children.

This kind of steamed bun costs one penny for two, is relatively small, and is suitable for children.

There was also a woman who bought two steamed buns, and most people were just waiting and watching.

At this moment, a clear voice rang out, "Grandma, the steamed buns you make are so delicious. Do you have any left today? Let's buy five."

It was Hua Xinuo's voice.

Old Mrs. Feng was stunned and didn't come to her senses.

Feng Zhiqiang came to his senses, was moved, and quickly took five steamed buns.

At this time, a woman recognized Hua Xinuo and said, "Little girl, why are you still here to buy steamed buns? Your family cooks so well, why do you need to buy steamed buns?"

Hua Xinuo sighed and said, "Aunt, you don't understand. Making steamed buns is much more complicated than making dumplings. My parents say that the steamed buns made by this family are much more delicious than ours. They have an old craft passed down from their ancestors and have been making steamed buns for a long time."

"Don't they sell fish?"

"My family also sells fish. It's inconvenient to cook on the boat. All the villagers in our village know that when they need steamed buns for banquets, they will buy them from here."

"Uncles and aunts, you can buy some and try it. Once you try it, you'll know it's absolutely delicious."

"If you have a banquet at home and don't have time to make noodles, you can come to this grandma's house to make noodles. It saves time and effort, and it tastes delicious."

"Oh, this grandma doesn't make many steamed buns. When my mother asked me to buy some, she was afraid they would be gone."

“Oh, it smells so good!”

Having said that, Hua Xinuo took a bite and ate it in front of everyone.

With an intoxicated look, he said, "It's delicious, really delicious."

"Look, it's really soft and tastes good."

As she spoke, Hua Xinuo pinched the steamed bun hard to let everyone see what the middle of the bun looked like.

Old Mrs. Feng looked at this and felt moved and grateful, not knowing what to say.

Sure enough, everyone gained confidence in the steamed buns, felt that what Hua Xinuo said made sense, and started buying them.