Today, DouDou Tavern is doing exceptionally well, not because the food is particularly delicious or the drinks are particularly intoxicating, but because they're giving away steamed buns with every drink. You get one bun for every three bowls of wine you drink, and three buns for every six bowls you drink.

Buy more, get more free gifts, first come first served, limited quantity, while supplies last.

Looking at the huge crowd in the shop, Huang Rong didn't know whether to be happy or worried. It was her fault that there were too many steamed buns and she couldn't finish them. The idea of ​​giving away steamed buns was Dou Dou's idea, and who would have thought it would work so well.

The business, which was previously lukewarm, suddenly became booming.

"Boss, your steamed buns are pretty good, can I buy them separately?" a regular customer asked while eating a steamed bun.

An Rong was serving drinks to another customer when he turned to look at the man and shook his head, indicating that he did not sell drinks individually.

He didn't think his steamed buns were anything special. Even if they were delicious, it was just a matter of luck. He couldn't always use the right amount of baking soda; it was either too much or too little. Getting it just right was really difficult.

"That's such a pity. Your steamed buns are so chewy. I've already eaten three and I still want more."

Just then, Huang Rong came out carrying a plate of cold dishes. Hearing what he said, she quickly greeted him, "Brother, if you want some steamed buns, you can also bring a jar of wine."

"I've already drunk six bowls, my stomach is going to burst if I drink any more," the man said, rubbing his stomach and hiccuping as he spoke.

Seeing this, Huang Rong quickly added, "Why don't you just buy it and drink it? I'm not telling you to finish it today."

When people come to the tavern for a drink, many will bring a jar or two with them, so they can enjoy a bowl of wine with some pickled vegetables at home.

This is a tavern, so of course the more alcohol they sell, the better, so that Brother Anrong can get a good price when he gets his supplies from the winery.

“You have a point. Okay, give me a jar, and you have to give me a few extra steamed buns in return.”

Huang Rong was surprised that he was so easily persuaded, and happily went to get him wine and steamed buns.

By the end of the night, most of the steamed buns had been delivered, leaving enough for two more days.

Yuan Doudou also said that the steamed buns were delicious this time, somewhat like the steamed buns she had eaten in a certain place in the east. When you tear them open, there are many layers inside, and they are very chewy.

"Rongrong, thanks to you this time, the store's business is so good." That night, Yuan Doudou sat on the edge of the bed, hugging Tangtang and coaxing her.

Huang Rong reached out to hug Tangtang. Despite the busy day, she wasn't tired at all. She couldn't fall asleep without hugging Tangtang for a while.

Before, Ye Xiaoqian was there, and she slept in the same room with her. They could talk at night, but Ye Xiaoqian said she had something to do at the police station and went back the day before yesterday.

She returned to her room alone. With no one to talk to and no other entertainment, she was so bored that she couldn't sleep. Ever since Tangtang came along, after finishing the cleaning, she would go to DouDou's room to see Tangtang. Sometimes Tangtang was asleep, but occasionally she would open her eyes, pucker her little mouth, and make "ooh ooh ooh" sounds, as if she were talking to her.

"Sister Dou Dou, please stop talking. If it weren't for you, we don't know how long we would have to eat steamed buns." She didn't expect that a large basin of dough could produce so much dough after fermentation. The basin was almost overflowing.

An Rong steamed the dough all day long, from morning till night. Fortunately, the dough fermented very well, and each steamed bun was white and plump, with a good appearance and a good taste. Huang Rong had never eaten such delicious steamed buns before.

When Sister Dou Dou proposed the giveaway of steamed buns, she felt a little reluctant. She wished she could keep such delicious steamed buns for herself.

Unfortunately, Brother Anrong said that steamed buns cannot be kept for too long. Not only will they spoil, but they will also affect the taste over time, and they will not taste as soft as fresh steamed buns.

She had no right to object, after all, she was the one who created so many steamed buns that there were more than enough to eat.

Even the most delicious food can become tiresome if you eat too much of it, and steamed buns are no exception.

"Tangtang, are you laughing at your aunt too? She's so clumsy, she can't even knead dough properly." Huang Rong saw Tangtang grin and smiled, which was quite beautiful.

She calls herself "Little Aunt" because there is a "Ye Xiaoqian" before her, and she is the "Big Aunt".

"Tangtang won't laugh at me. Auntie just wanted to help," Yuan Doudou said with a smile.

To be honest, when she found out that Huang Rong hadn't even kneaded the dough properly after using half a vat of flour, she wasn't angry. Instead, she burst out laughing. It turned out that some people's cooking skills were even worse than hers. How hilarious!

She didn't have any cooking skills; she just loved watching food videos. After watching a lot, she could naturally imitate the recipes and make some dishes. However, the appearance and taste couldn't compare to those of professional chefs. But she focused on the snack food route, emphasizing casualness and good taste.

As for these steamed buns and simple stir-fries, she was far inferior to An Rong.

An Rong made many steamed buns and dumplings, and she had actually tried making them herself. The dough was either too soft or too hard. What was worse, she always accidentally poured in too much lye water, resulting in yellowish, crumbly steamed buns with a strong alkaline taste and a poor texture.

Compared to the lye, there was one time when I added too little lye water. The steamed buns turned out not only ugly, but also sour and inedible. In the end, I had to give them to the chicks to eat, but the funny thing is, the chicks didn't want to eat them either.

Even in her current state, she hasn't given up her love for food. She'll cook more even if it's not tasty, and the more she cooks, the better it will taste.

Just as some people believe that as long as you do it enough times, you can do it perfectly.

Actually, that's not the case. Without mastering the correct method, no matter how many times you do it, you'll only make more mistakes.

"It's getting late, you should go and get some rest." Yuan Doudou was also feeling sleepy, and Tangtang had already fallen asleep after finishing her milk.

Huang Rong looked at the sleeping Tangtang and reluctantly left the room.

She had just gone out when An Rong, who had been washing diapers outside, returned. Next to the charcoal stove in the house, there were several iron racks, similar to small shoe cabinets by the front door, used to dry diapers.

An Rong wrung out the diaper with all her might, and by the fire in the middle of the night, she dried it quickly.

"Spring has arrived, so we don't need to burn the stove anymore." There are many people in the house, so it's not that cold.

An Rong continued hanging the diapers to dry. "No rush. The charcoal stove is warm and will help the diapers dry faster. It's good."

Yuan Doudou also thought it was good, but the price of charcoal was high, and using it every day would increase daily expenses.

Angie is already four years old. In another six months, she will be able to go to a private school. She wants to save more money, so cutting back on spending is a must.

All unnecessary household expenses were stopped. Yuan Doudou had instructed An Rong not to buy any snacks. Meals could fill their stomachs, so eating more would not only satisfy their hunger but also save money—a win-win situation.

She remembered the pearls in the money exchange, which were being stored there and incurred daily storage fees. She thought she might as well sell them to avoid wasting storage fees.

"Anrong, if you have time tomorrow, go to the bank and take out the pearls I've saved to sell."