The real daughter is really not a human being

Then he laid out his chopping board, a wooden barrel, and a bag of flour. Yaoguang made the chopping board himself on the road, chopping a wooden stump in the wild and directly shaved it into a chopping board.

There is a well in the backyard of the inn, and you can get water by walking a few steps.

After steaming the buns, they need to be dried a bit before they can be taken on the road.

Yaoguang started making steamed buns on the street, pouring water, mixing and kneading the dough. Yaoguang's movements were so smooth that passers-by who occasionally stopped their gaze here were amazed!

The little girl's cooking movements are so quick and she is obviously a good worker! She is so virtuous!

These are just what people can see from a distance.

In a place where no one could see clearly, Yaoguang watched the water in the pot boil, then placed a grate on it, grabbed a piece of dough, kneaded it into a round bun shape, and placed it on the grate.

Yaoguang moved quickly. In the blink of an eye, a steamed bun was formed in her hand, and then she placed it on the grate.

After a dozen or so back and forth movements, the pot was filled with neatly and evenly arranged steamed buns.

After doing all this, Yaoguang covered the pot and waited patiently for the steamed buns to be cooked.

Logically speaking, there is only water and flour in steamed buns, so there is no fragrance.

But inexplicably, there was a fragrance of grain floating in the air, which made people feel particularly down-to-earth.

The smell is like the sunshine-filled smell of ripe wheat in the field after being dried, and it also has a sweet aroma, like a big pot of food cooked at home, making people feel particularly at ease.

In short, it is the aroma of grain.

Everyone followed the scent and soon arrived at the tavern. They sniffed and looked around and thought the scent was coming from nearby, but not inside.

Finally, they fixed their eyes on Yaoguang's pot! Looking at the white steam coming out of the pot, they walked over to ask.

"What's cooking in here? It smells so good?" a middle-aged woman couldn't help but ask.

Yaoguang stood in front of the pot and answered truthfully: "Steamed buns."

The woman didn't believe it and turned to look at the stall next to her. There was a stall selling sesame cakes not far away. Was it the fragrance from there?

The woman walked forward, but as soon as she got there, the fragrance faded.

Similarly, there were other people who followed her who came over following the scent. It was dinner time and there were restaurants and inns here, so many people came here to eat.

Yaoguang didn't pay attention to what everyone was doing. She still looked at the pot in front of her and counted the time in her mind.

When she estimated that the buns inside were cooked, she immediately opened the lid.

The steaming hot air carries the fragrance of steamed buns into the air!

Now, the fragrance is even stronger than before!

Everyone now followed the source of the fragrance and found Yaoguang, looking at the steamed buns in her pot!

Each one of them was swelling up rapidly, and looked fair and tender. As the steam continued to spread the fragrance into their nostrils, they finally believed that the fragrance came from the steamed buns.

I couldn't help but ask, "Are you selling this steamed bun? How much is one?"

Yaoguang shook her head and said, "I won't sell it. I'm eating it myself."

They only stayed in the county town for one night, and the steamed buns were her and her aunt's dry food for the next few days.

Yaoguang said, no longer paying attention to them, and started picking up the buns with her hands. The buns were picked up and placed neatly on the chopping board. They had to be left to dry for a few hours before they could be put into the sack.

After picking up the steamed buns in the pot, Yaoguang started adding water to the pot, preparing to steam the second pot of steamed buns.

Everyone looked at the steamed buns on the chopping board and was still reluctant to leave.

One of the men in brocade clothes said, "I'll pay ten times the price to buy a steamed bun from you to try, okay?"

A meat bun costs one penny, and two steamed buns also cost one penny. Ten times the price means five pennies for a steamed bun, and a few more pennies are enough to buy a pound of white flour!

But Yaoguang still shook her head, "No! I'm eating this myself."

Yaoguang looked at the man in front of her and still rejected his request! She was not short of money!

But the man was so jealous that he raised the price again!

"Fifteen cents for a steamed bun for you to try. Want to sell it to you?" asked the man in brocade clothes.

Fifteen coins each! The people around were shocked! It would be better to buy a pound of meat with these fifteen coins instead of buying steamed buns!

Sun was a little tempted when she heard this, but wasn't it a bit of a bully to buy a steamed bun for only fifteen cents?

"Yaoguang, how about..." Sun said hesitantly.

"Aunt, then sell them for fifteen cents each!" Yaoguang said, thinking that Sun agreed to this.

Seeing this, the man also happily handed over the copper coins. One hand handed over the money, the other hand handed over the goods.

After the man got the steamed bun, he stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

His mouth was filled with such a sweet and soft taste that he couldn't quite tell whether he was eating a steamed bun or a dim sum! No, that's not right, dim sum wasn't as delicious as this!

The man finished the bun in a few bites, still not satisfied, and took out another thirty coins from his pocket, "Two more buns!"

Yaoguang continued to hand over two steamed buns.

Holding the hot steamed bun in his hand, the man went to the restaurant next door and ordered a few dishes.

In the past, he always had vegetables with rice, but today he wanted to have steamed buns with the vegetables.

After the man left, some people stood by and tried to bargain with Yaoguang, but Yaoguang did not waver and continued to keep the price of fifteen coins.

Whose prodigal son can afford to eat a steamed bun with fifteen coins? Seeing Yaoguang's firm attitude, everyone retreated helplessly.

The steamed buns were left outside to dry for a while, and the fragrance dissipated.

When the second pot of steamed buns came out of the pot, Yaoguang packed up all the buns, brought them into the room, and carefully locked the door.

After going downstairs, Yaoguang asked Sun what she wanted to eat for dinner.

"Aren't there still steamed buns?" said Sun.

"Aunt, it's not good to eat only steamed buns, let's eat something else! We just earned forty cents, let's buy some other vegetables." Yaoguang said.

For Yaoguang, the money she earned was extra and she spent it just right.

Perhaps because she had eaten too much delicious food in the past few days, Sun had no appetite. At night, she wanted to eat something hot.

"Just have some noodle soup." Sun said. Just have some noodles with some dough.

Yaoguang nodded, "Aunt, I'm going out to buy some vegetables."

Yaoguang moved quickly and went outside to buy some meat and vegetables, and also prepared some eggs.

It’s still the same intersection, still the same pot.

This time, Yaoguang also moved down two small stools and a table, preparing to cook and eat there.

When the noodle soup is ready, the aroma spreads from far away, and it is an even stronger aroma than the steamed buns just now.

When Yaoguang started cooking, many people came over to watch.

Add meat, eggs, and so much oil! How delicious it must be!