The old woman reached out and picked up the teacup. She saw that the tea in the cup was a deep red and steady color. She took a deep breath and the tea had a rich aroma.

After taking another sip, the old woman's eyes suddenly lit up. The tea has a mellow taste and a sweet aftertaste, which makes people linger.

The old woman appreciated the unique charm of Da Hong Pao in its aroma and taste, which was better than the tea she had drunk when she was young.

"Delicious tea." The old woman praised.

The butler behind him looked at Qian Chunhua in surprise.

Others may not understand, but as the steward of the Dong Mansion, he knows best how picky the mistress of the Dong Mansion, Old Madam Dong, is.

Since he became the housekeeper, he has collected countless Chinese teas from all over. No matter whether they were introduced by others or purchased at a high price by himself, the most common compliment the old lady gave to these teas was that they were "okay".

There is also tea that can be praised by the old lady as good tea.

The housekeeper knew it well. Since the old lady called it "Tucha", he must find a way to buy some from the female shopkeeper.

Old Madam Dong sipped her tea slowly, and her body gradually warmed up. She had been running around all the time, had not been able to eat or sleep, and it really exhausted her.

"Serve something to fill your stomach first." Old Madam Dong instructed.

The housekeeper nodded and came to Qian Chunhua, "Excuse me, lady shopkeeper, is there anything in the shop that can be made quickly and fill your stomach?"

The housekeeper did not hold out much hope for the food in this shop. After all, the world was not prosperous and food prices were skyrocketing, not to mention in this remote countryside.

Forget about anything that's both delicious and filling, just something warm to eat.

Before Qian Chunhua could speak, the little boy accompanying her shouted, "Baozi, I want to eat Baozi."

After saying that, he took a deep breath. Yes, it was the taste of steamed buns.

"Cong'er, don't be naughty." The young woman hurriedly stopped her son's behavior. Her mother-in-law was present, and she didn't want her son to be so disrespectful and make her mother-in-law think that she didn't know how to teach children.

The boy called Cong'er sat down with an unhappy look on his face and pouted his little mouth. He had clearly smelled the smell of the buns, but after being stopped by his mother, he could only swallow his saliva secretly.

Madam Dong looked at her grandson, who was getting thinner day by day, with distress, and then glanced at her daughter-in-law, "Don't be too strict with him. Cong'er has been tired enough from all the traveling."

After finishing speaking, Madam Dong looked at Qian Chunhua and asked, "Madam, do you have any fresh steamed buns?"

Qian Chunhua nodded, "Yes, but not much. I made it at home for lunch."

Qian Chunhua couldn't bear to sell such big meat buns for three yuan each. But now Qian's mother was also here, and it was not convenient for him to replace the big buns he had hoarded in the space with those from a certain (Shu) township.

Therefore, Qian Chunhua specifically stated that it was homemade, implying that the quantity was small and the price was definitely not the price on the label.

Madam Dong said nonchalantly, "Bring up all the food, no matter how many there are."

After that, Mrs. Dong said to the housekeeper, "You guys make your own arrangements, we'll just eat the buns."

Butler Dong nodded to indicate that he understood.

“Are there any noodles?”

"Yes." There were plenty of noodles in this space, and they were made quickly. Qian Chunhua responded quickly.

"Then make noodles according to the amount for the fifteen of us."

"Hey, do you want eggs?"