"Oh, it's not too late yet. Let's go to the market and buy some spinach, carrots, pumpkins, etc. to mix with the dough to make different colors..."
As they discussed these things, Old Mrs. Feng's steps became lighter.
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Qiu Wenqin couldn't help but touch Hua Xinuo's hair and said, "My daughter is really smart."
"This way, Grandma Feng can also make the most of her strengths, and her life will get better."
"You know what? Even I didn't notice that there are so few steamed buns for sale here."
"But most people are used to eating rice, while people in the north are more used to eating noodles."
Hua Hanbin said, "If someone discovered that steamed buns can make money, I guess more people would set up stalls to sell them."
Hua Xinuo smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of this."
"The steamed buns made by Grandma Feng are indeed delicious. She uses so many different techniques that others may not be able to imitate her. Besides, many people don't know how to make steamed buns, and the ones she makes are sour and taste bad."
"This requires a lot of preparation, kneading, and making the dough into various shapes."
Qiu Wenqin nodded and said, "That's right. Your grandmother Feng is from the north and she learned the skill of making steamed buns from her family."
"Even the steamed buns I make are not as delicious as the ones made by your Grandma Feng."
"I learned the skill of making steamed buns from your grandmother."
Hua Xinuo asked curiously, "Mom, is my grandmother also from the north?"
Qiu Wenqin nodded and said, "Yes."
Just as they were talking, Hua Xinhong and Hua Hanmao came back.
Looking at the smiles on the two people's faces, Hua Xinuo knew that their admission should be settled.
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