Although Fu Yonghan had already found what the "car" was in his memory, it was the first time he had come into contact with it in person, and he was suddenly curious, and looked at the inside and outside of the car, so that the driver in the front row couldn't stop looking back, as if he had seen something from the mountains and had never seen the world, it was no different from an alien.

He Yu saw it with a sadness.

It was because she wronged her daughter that she let her daughter go to college for a year, and she was so curious about taxis.

Fu Yonghan was a person who had been polished out of the palace, and he quickly noticed the strange eyes of the driver and He Yu. She put away her gaze without a trace, making herself look no different from ordinary people, which made the thoughts of the people in the car fade.

I haven't been to school for a few days, and I don't know what the school looks like now. He Yu was a little uneasy in her heart, and after hesitation, she took Fu Yonghan to the basement she rented before.

He Yu has always been very worried that Fu Yonghan will dislike the bad environment in the basement, and the only few times Fu Yonghan came here before, she never stayed for long, and the disgusted expression could make people guess what she was thinking at a glance.

Unexpectedly, this time Fu Yonghan accepted the basement environment very lightly, only looked around slightly, and naturally sat down on the only stool in the room.

The conditions of this basement are very simple, there is only a total of more than ten square meters of space, and there is a single bed, a small square table, a stool, a wooden box with almost a drop of paint, and a few loose nylon pockets that I don't know what to hold.

On the single bed is a mattress that smells of old age, and on the square table is a messy lunch box and a kettle.

The ground was wet, and no sunlight could shine in. As soon as He Yu entered the door, he turned on the only electric light in the room, but the light was still dim, and there was a dejected smell everywhere.

As the head of the imperial dining room, Fu Yonghan has lived in the palace and also lived in a thatched house. Back then, she even went to the mass grave, and there was nothing she couldn't get used to.

In contrast, although the environment in this basement is bad, it is not unacceptable to her.

It's just that living in such a place for a long time is definitely not good for the body.

Fu Yonghan's current body is already recovering from a serious illness, and He Yu's health is not very good, and the two of them will definitely not be able to live in such a place permanently.

If you want to change places, you can't do it without money.

He Yu tidied up the only single bed in the basement and said to Fu Yonghan: "Hanhan, your body is still weak, do you want to lie on the bed and sleep for a while?" ”

Fu Yonghan has been lying in the hospital these days, lying so that her bones are about to soften, where can she still lie down. She shook her head and said, "Mom, where is your bun stall?" Where did you put it? ”

In such a small place, it is impossible to fit a bun stall.

He Yu smiled: "The cart is in the landlord's yard!" The cart was too big to be pushed down. I had already agreed with the landlord to put the cart in his yard and give him fifty yuan a month for the caretaking. It was convenient for me, and it also gave him income, and he was very happy! ”

The steamed bun stall was originally modified from a tricycle, and it was equipped with a pot and stove, and He Yu and noodles made steamed buns, all of which were completed in one go on the carriage, which was very convenient.

This car can be ridden or pushed, and it is not clear what kind of car it is.

As for the flour and bun filling, they are usually stored in the basement, and it is impossible to put them in the semi-open yard like a bulky cart.

Fu Yonghan ate the steamed buns that He Yu brought to the hospital, and the taste was even worse than the previous chicken soup, so it's no wonder that they can sell well!

If you want to rely on He Yu to sell steamed buns to change places to live, I am afraid there is no hope in this life.

When it comes to cooking, Fu Yonghan is naturally the best.

If you want to improve your living environment, it seems that you still have to rely on yourself.

"Mom, aren't you planning to continue selling steamed buns?" After a few quick turns in his mind, Fu Yonghan said, "Why don't you go to the wholesale market in the north of the city today to find out the situation, I'll help you make steamed buns at home, how about we go to set up a stall tomorrow?" ”

He Yu was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Where do you make any steamed buns?" Don't joke with Mom! Before, you helped out at the steamed bun stall, and you just helped sell steamed buns to collect money, where did you wrap steamed buns yourself? Besides, this steamed bun is not something that can be learned in a while, and it takes a lot of effort, so let my mother do it herself! ”

Fu Yonghan was impatient, but she didn't give up, but smiled slightly: "Mom, don't underestimate me." I used to work in the school cafeteria, and I learned a lot from the master chef in the cafeteria. It's a little thing like making steamed buns, and it's still hard for me. If you don't believe me, I'll steam it for you to taste after I make it, and you'll know! ”

He Yu didn't care, just thought that her daughter was coaxing herself to be happy. However, finding a new stall in the wholesale market is also a major event at present, and it is indeed impossible to delay.

"Okay, if you have nothing to do and want to do something, you can do whatever you want, anyway, there is only flour in this house, and if you want to make things, you can only make steamed buns, and it is okay to keep our mother and daughter to eat by themselves, but you are not allowed to mess with things!" He Yu was also worried about making money, so he hurriedly explained a few words to his daughter, and then went out with his things to inquire about the situation.

After He Yu left, Fu Yonghan found half a bag of flour and some other seasoning boxes in a nylon pocket in the corner of the room.

Although he completely received all the memories of this body, Fu Yonghan was still a little unaccustomed to simplified characters, and it took a while to recognize all the things on those bottles and cans. There are also some spice boxes that He Yu transformed with some empty plastic bottles with the signboard removed, and there is not a word on them, and it is really difficult to tell who is who at a glance.

However, since they are seasonings, it is natural to distinguish them by their smell and taste.

Fu Yonghan has not opened the lids of these boxes, and he can basically tell what is in these spice boxes from the smell in the air that is not far away.

She couldn't help but sigh.

Is modern society already so unparticular about what to import? Such an inferior seasoning can even be used, and you still have to take it out and sell it?!

But think about He Yu's simple bun stall, and then think about the roadside stalls in the Dayong Dynasty, the two are actually similar, it is impossible to use some high-end materials at all, and it would be good to have such a thing.

If you really use some good things, the buns can't be sold at a high price, and you will have to lose money when the time comes!

Fu Yonghan rummaged through it, and quickly found all the things to make steamed buns.