The family is excitedly planning for the future.
"Grandpa and grandma, I'll go buy some flour in a minute."
Mrs. Feng said, "Buy more. Not only the twelve we'll make this afternoon, but we'll make more tomorrow so we can sell all the buns by tomorrow night."
But I didn't dare to do too much at once.
I thought about making the same amount of steamed buns for the next day as the previous day.
Business is good, so we sell out early and make more the next day.
Mr. Feng nodded and said, "That's right, take your time."
Mrs. Feng said, "I'll heat up the food first and have lunch at noon."
In this way, the family got busy with hope for life.
Feng Zhiqiang went to buy noodles.
After buying noodles, the family had lunch. They ate cornmeal cakes with wild vegetable soup, which was delicious.
The main thing is that I feel that my life has a purpose.
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At noon, Hua Xinuo saw the steamed bun stall set up by the Feng family not far away in front of her own stall.
Seeing that they closed their stall at noon, I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that business should be fine.
Qiu Wenqin looked at her daughter, stroked her hair and said, "Don't worry, the steamed buns made by your Grandma Feng are delicious. Anyone who has eaten them will definitely have a good idea."
"When I buy steamed buns next time, I will go to your Grandma Feng's shop. With more regular customers and more people knowing about it, the business will get better and better."
Qiu Wenqin was happy for them when she saw that their steamed bun business was doing well.
Time flies, and a few days have passed in a flash.
Their house was completely built and the family excitedly moved into the new house.
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