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"What are you holding in your hands?" Laura pointed at the candy jar tightly held in her daughter's arms and asked, "Where did you get the money to buy candy?"

"Little John gave it to me. He said his cousin George gave him two cans and gave me one." Denise said honestly.

Goodbye, my sugar jar. Once mom finds out, you'll probably have to leave me.

"Since it was given to you by Little John, take it back to your room and put it away." But Laura had no intention of confiscating it.

There are several children in the family, but little John only has two cans of candy. Denise's ostentatious behavior will cause dissatisfaction among other brothers and sisters.

Besides, little John can give his things to anyone he wants, and Denise is indeed closer to this little cousin.

"Thank you, Mom. I'll go right away!" Denise was ready to confiscate the property. It was a pleasant surprise to get permission.

"Um...Little John, can I come in?" Laura asked, knocking on the kitchen door.

"Sure, please come in, auntie!" Little John had already steamed the buns, so without the help of black technology, of course he could come in.

"Wow, did you make all these? There are so many round breads..." Laura couldn't help but admire the black-faced steamed buns in the basket.

"Well, I made it, aunt. This food is called steamed buns, not bread." Little John corrected.

"Mantou?" Laura repeated the unfamiliar word in confusion.

"Try it!" Little John said, picking up a steamed bun and handing it over.

"Good...hmm! So soft! It's even sweet!" Laura was surprised that black noodles could make such delicious food.

Poor people in the other world, no wonder fish and chips have become a specialty food, no one has ever eaten good food.

Unlike our ancestors, who found different ways to make delicious food.

"Is it sweet?" Little John couldn't really tell the difference. The texture of the pure black flour steamed bun seemed a bit rough to him. It needed to be added with flour, lots of flour, to be considered delicious.

But he had already seen it in the grain and oil shop today: ordinary rye flour costs 5 copper coins per pound, and wheat flour costs 50-80 copper coins per pound.

Is the price difference between rye and wheat so big in this world?

After asking a few more questions, Little John realized that this world was strictly hierarchical. Although common people could still have enough food and clothing, wheat was exclusively for the nobility and large-scale cultivation was not allowed.

No one in Sigmund's family could enjoy wheat except little Johann. Even little Johann would not be able to enjoy wheat if his grandfather died and his father did not obtain the title of nobility.

What kind of weird rule is this? Even though I have money, I can't do that?

It's not impossible, that is to become a noble profession like a knight or a magician.

But the former is poor in literature but rich in martial arts, while the latter is gifted, so it is not that easy.

Sigmund's family was also aristocratic family, but they did not inherit the title, so they are now commoners.

They live better than ordinary civilians, but it is limited.

If no one emerges in the next generation to change the family, I'm afraid the family will continue to decline. Well, this is the reality.

Little John's older cousin is a gifted one, and is currently studying fighting spirit and magic at the Magic and Martial Arts Academy.

My second cousin Denise really has no talent, so she stays at home and waits until she comes of age to get married.

Little John? Little John was still young, and his father, Old John, wanted to give him a happy childhood. Their family could make a living by just looking good, so there was no need to work so hard.

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Who says making a living by relying on your looks is not a talent?

In fact, John himself is also a great knight, so he can become little George's idol. After all, there are three levels between the apprentice knight and the great knight, namely, quasi-knight, knight, and senior knight.

But he didn't ask anything of little John. Was this really a joyful upbringing? Or was the Duke's daughter interfering?

Anyway, little John's uncle was very dissatisfied with this matter.

But he doesn't have enough say, so this is the only way.

"Little John, can I have a taste?" Denise also poked her head into the kitchen and stared at the steamed buns in the basket.

"Of course." Little John's thoughts came to an end here, and there was only one question in his mind: did he have the talent?

The family happily enjoyed a steamed bun feast, and even John's uncle Carlos Sigmund praised it highly.

After whispering to each other for a while, the two children suggested to Carlos that they set up a stall in the market to sell this "Oriental" delicacy.

Carlos readily agreed considering the low cost, not knowing that Little John had added sugar to the rye flour.

Otherwise he wouldn't think so.

Little John calculated the cost of this black-flour steamed bun. Ten pounds of black flour can make 10 steamed buns weighing two taels. The cost of rye is 80 copper coins, and the cost of 50 tael of sugar is 1 silver coin. Add the cost of yeast, firewood and labor, and the cost is 1 copper coins at 50 copper coins.

The unit cost of a black-faced steamed bun is 2.5 copper coins. Based on the gross profit margin of over 50% in the catering industry, it should be sold for 4 copper coins each. Adding the gimmick of oriental cuisine, he thinks that 5 copper coins each is completely reasonable.

It all depends on the purchasing power of the people in the other world.

Little John taught Denise once, did it with her again, and then became a hands-off manager.

What? A time-travel fantasy story about starting out by selling steamed buns?

Ah, this...

Leave it to my cousin. Even though she has no talent or noble title, she has a skill that can make Denise's future smoother.

As for him? Old John had said it all, let him enjoy a happy childhood.

The next morning, Denise excitedly set up a stall at the market, which attracted a lot of people. When they asked the price, which was 5 copper coins, they all thought Denise was crazy about money.

Even though Denise said that precious sucrose was added to the steamed buns, no one believed her, and Denise was so angry that she trembled.

The little girl is just a little girl after all. She can't win the argument with tears in her eyes.

Things didn't change until little John, who had just gotten up at noon, came staggering over.

Little John's soul is best at serious nonsense.

He was a descendant of the nobility, and he actually took out a small bag of precious wheat flour on the spot, mixed it with rye flour, added sucrose and yeast, and made a dough of moderate hardness to let it rise.

In the middle, he followed the crowd and talked eloquently about the preciousness of the black-faced steamed buns.

As for someone learning from him? He didn't intend to let his cousin Denise sell rye buns for the rest of her life. If she did sell, she would sell "luxury" two-grain buns!

"Master John, how much do you want for this steamed bun made with two-grain flour that you made yourself?" Someone pointed at the dough that was still rising in the room and asked little John.

"This one? 50 copper coins each." Little John smiled like a profiteer.

"Well, considering so many precious materials, the price is very reasonable..."

"Yes, that was made by Master John himself!"

Someone called Little Master John smiled but said nothing, hiding his achievements and fame.