Maybe there are more steamed bun stalls and shops in the north.
But there are indeed few around Yunzhou Wharf.
But most of them sell buns.
Steamed buns look simple to make, but they are not that easy to make.
The steamed buns made by Mrs. Feng taste delicious.
So Hua Xinuo thought it was indeed okay for them to set up a stall and make steamed buns.
When Old Mrs. Feng listened to this, she felt as if her heart had suddenly returned to her youth, and her heartbeat began to quicken.
"This...Xinuo, Grandma Feng really wants to thank you very much."
"Even Grandma Feng couldn't imagine there was such a solution."
“I only know how to make traditional steamed buns.”
Old Mrs. Feng's eyes were red with excitement.
At her age, she has seen a lot of things, so she naturally understands that the method Xinuo mentioned is useful.
And she does do a lot of tricks.
He can do all kinds of animal tricks.
I didn’t expect that different colors could be produced by squeezing vegetable juice and mixing it with dough.
Feng Zhiqiang's blood boiled even more, as if he saw hope for their family.
"Grandma, I'm strong enough. I'll help you knead the dough."
Old Mrs. Feng choked up and nodded, "Okay, okay."
In fact, it was my grandson who helped knead the dough this time.
Although she feels much better now and has some energy, she is still not as energetic as her grandson.
Knead the dough very well.
The child has been sensible since he was young. He always rushes to help with cooking, for fear that she will be tired.
Old Mrs. Feng understands how important a skill is.
If I could open a steamed bun stall, business would improve.
Even if she really passes away in the future, she can rest assured about her grandson.
Seeing that my grandson is fourteen years old, it will be easy to find a wife for him when he is fifteen.
If the family has money, they can build a house and settle down in the village, and it will be easier to find a wife for their grandson.
She had also heard about the Lin family's affairs, so how could she not worry about her grandson?
So Mrs. Feng thought of giving it a try.
"Xinuo, I don't even know how to thank you."
"Grandma Feng, I just said it, I didn't do anything."
If she didn't know how to make steamed buns, she wouldn't say these things.
Because skills cannot be learned by just being taught.
Everyone is good at different things.
Hua Xinuo asked them to wait for a moment and grabbed a piece of dough from her own basin.
This is the dough my mother made to make pies tonight.
Just take out a piece of dough to use.
Hua Xinuo makes the dough into various shapes such as peach, orange, peanut, etc.
"Just like this, these steamed buns with different patterns will look even better when they are colored with vegetable juice."
"There are also these scroll donuts, animal-shaped ones, and flower-shaped buns..."
Hua Xinuo showed Mrs. Feng and Feng Zhiqiang many different cooking styles.
It's enough for them.
Old Mrs. Feng and Feng Zhiqiang were both amazed at what they saw.
Just looking at the style, I think it looks good and is more appetizing than ordinary steamed buns.
"Sister Xi Nuo, you are so awesome!"
Feng Zhiqiang looked at Hua Xinuo with admiration.
I didn’t expect that Sister Xinuo is so powerful at such a young age.
Even if you ask him to think about it, he can't come up with any of these.
Hua Xinuo said, "Brother Zhiqiang, you can also come up with many different ideas. For example, you can use fruits, small animals, and beautiful flowers that you see every day to make steamed bun shapes. You are not limited to these."
Hua Xinuo's words gave Feng Zhiqiang new ideas.
Feng Zhiqiang's eyes sparkled and he nodded vigorously.
At this moment, Feng Zhiqiang was thinking that he wanted to make steamed buns.
As he listened to these words and watched the dough being transformed into various shapes in Sister Xinuo's hands, he became very interested.
He also wanted to do something like that, which would give him a sense of accomplishment.
Old Mrs. Feng had originally thought about setting up a stall, but she was a little nervous. But after listening to Hua Xinuo say this, she felt confident.
Old Mrs. Feng didn't know how to thank Hua Xinuo.
Hua Xinuo smiled sweetly and said, "Grandma Feng, Brother Zhiqiang, I'm still young. If others knew that I could do these things, they would be scared."
Mrs. Feng was a smart person. She said seriously, "Don't worry, neither Grandma Feng nor your brother Zhiqiang will tell anyone."
Feng Zhiqiang also made a serious promise.
Hua Xinuo naturally believed them, otherwise she wouldn't have said these things.
Hua Xinuo said, "It's just that Grandma Feng, the steamed bun business relies on small profits and quick turnover, and flour is expensive."
Old Madam Feng said seriously, "That's also a skill. Every penny you can earn is a penny you can earn. Besides, having a skill gives you peace of mind."
Now Mrs. Feng understood why the buns made by Hua Xinuo's family had green and red skins. They looked beautiful and rare, and many people bought them.
Others can’t learn it even if they want to.
Old Mrs. Feng felt that she was full of energy and motivation all of a sudden.
I wish I could go back and do this right away.
Feng Zhiqiang was also very excited.
After talking for a while, Mrs. Feng and Feng Zhiqiang expressed their gratitude repeatedly and wanted to kneel down in front of them.
I'm just afraid of scaring the little girl.
But they don't know how to express their gratitude.
When they were going back, Mrs. Feng said, "Zhiqiang, you must remember the kindness of the Hua family."
"Our family cannot do anything ungrateful. We must repay the kindness we have received."
"Grandma, I know."
Feng Zhiqiang was very excited at this time. "Grandma, we still have some flour at home. Let's make it quickly so that we can make steamed buns tomorrow morning."
Mrs. Feng nodded and said, "Well, let's try making a small amount at first. If business is good, we can make more the next day."
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