Under the pressure of Qiao Mudu coming out with a whip to whip him, Gu Daliang finally kneaded more than half of the large ball of dough.

That's right, it's only half of it.

Because if he continues to knead it, Qiao Mu should not be able to sell steamed buns at night, and when the time comes, it will delay the business, so Qiao Mu can only hurry up and get started himself, quickly knead the remaining dough that he has not kneaded, and then teach him to make steamed buns.

It doesn't matter, you can learn as you go.

Bao Baozi is not mathematical physics, mathematical physics may be really powerless, you can't learn, but Bao Baozi, but as long as the head is not damaged, IQ is not a problem, then there is absolutely no problem of not being able to pack, if it is not good, either no effort, or no fighting.

Anyway, under the strict pressure of Qiao Mu, and the unceremonious spur, Gu Daliang spent half an hour to learn the basic bun making, although there is no way to compare with the journeyman, but at least he can take it out to meet people, eat a mouthful, live a little bit of learning, Qiao Mu does not expect him to be able to ascend to the sky in one step, so, just take your time.

As long as you can see progress.

After all the buns are wrapped and all are steamed, the time is ten minutes slower than usual when Qiao Mu does it alone, but there is no way, the speed at which a skilled worker does things alone must be a little faster than the speed of bringing an apprentice, fortunately, ten minutes is not too delayed, anyway, he has to wait for Gu Heng to come back together.

When Qiao Mu packed all the buns and covered the small quilt on the basket, Gu Heng broke in a panic and ran out of breath.

It's like someone is chasing him.

"Grandma, are you alright......?"

Although he already knew that his grandmother's force value might be stronger than him, but due to the psychological shadow of the past so many years, when he heard the neighbor say that his father was coming back on the way back, he couldn't help but run back in a panic to see if his grandmother was okay.

Then I saw that his father was very miraculously standing next to his grandmother, and even carried a basket in one hand, as if he was going out to sell steamed buns with his grandmother at first glance.

"Xiao Heng, I'm fine.

Come over and help me carry the buns together, and you, Daliang, you don't need your help to sell this bun, you can stay at home for me safely, and there are two buns left in the pot when you are hungry.

Don't try to give me any moths.

If you dare to come up with any bad ideas, I can find you even if I chase you to the ends of the earth.

In the future, you will either help me and I will pay you some pocket money, or you will go out and find work by yourself, and I will not care how many dollars you make at that time, and you will be responsible for your own food and drink.

I don't want you any pension money.

You just have to feed yourself.

Xiao Heng doesn't need you to raise it.

I can afford it.

Think about the future at home.

Xiao Heng, let's go. ”

After speaking, Qiao Mu carried four baskets of buns in both hands, turned his head and went out, and Gu Heng also took the basket of buns from his father without saying hello, and carried the remaining basket of buns to his hand, and went out with Qiao Mu.

In the past, they couldn't sell so many steamed buns at night, but Qiao Mu's craftsmanship was far from even the imperial kitchen, even if he didn't use any thought, the taste of the steamed buns made was far more than other people around, and the reputation was built up in this way, and now many people don't cook dinner at night, so they come to buy her buns to eat, so the sales volume is naturally soaring.

If it weren't for the arbor, I didn't want to be too tired.

It is estimated that two more baskets will be sold out.

After the arbor and they left, Gu Daliang sat on the chair in a little confusion, looked at the strange and familiar environment around him, and recalled his son's wariness of him, for a while, his expression was a little trance, and he saw himself more than 20 years ago, and he seemed to be like that more than 20 years ago, as if he had been so wary of his father.

The story begins on the day of reincarnation.

He couldn't remember anymore.

I just know that he has changed.

Become like his father.

became the person he hated the most.

Time is in a hurry, maybe his daughter-in-law is right, perhaps, his daughter-in-law is right to leave him.

Reminiscing, reminiscing.

Tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

But it was erased in an instant.

Become overwhelmed.

In the past, he was chaotic, and he had to get by day after day, which was natural and comfortable, but at this moment, when he was sober, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to know nothing, like a waste person, nothing, and lacked the confidence to really break the boat.

When Qiao Mu and Gu Heng finished selling those buns and came back again, the first thing they saw when they entered the door was Gu Daliang, who was sitting at the table at the moment, his pupils were a little empty, and the whole person looked vaguely confused.

"What's the daze?

Forget it, Xiaoheng, go back to the house and do your homework, remember to exercise for a while after finishing your homework, and then wash up and go to bed, don't delay too late. ”

Qiao Mu didn't know how to read minds, so she didn't know that her son was already vaguely remorseful.

At this time, he had already been completely disappointed.

So in the end, I didn't say much.

Just let my grandson go back to the house quickly.

Then I went to prepare the fillings and noodles needed to make the buns tomorrow morning, which had to be prepared in advance in the evening, because if I got up early tomorrow morning to make them, I wouldn't be able to catch up with the time.

These things are done in advance, and I have to get up at three o'clock in the morning, and if I don't do this, then I will have to get up at one or two o'clock in the middle of the night.

It's not alive anymore.

"Mom, what do you think I can do?"

Just after Gu Heng turned around and went into the house to do his homework, Gu Daliang suddenly asked sneeringly.

Qiao Mu's movements in his hand couldn't help but pause, then he looked him up and down, shook his head and sighed:

"There's not much I can do.

Now you can only do some hard work, and you can't do it for a few years in your forties.

What do you say you can do?

More than 20 years ago, I asked you to learn the craft of masonry from others, and let you learn from carpenters, but you are tired and don't learn, what's the use of regretting it now?

What can I do at the level of elementary school graduation?

Now the factories are closing down everywhere, and there is nothing going on, why don't people want young people, ask me what you can do, why don't you ask yourself.

What will you be?

Or go to the construction site to work as a coolie and learn more.

Or just make buns with me.

The choice is yours. ”

Of course, Qiao Mu has other methods, just take a secret recipe for marinade in his hand, as long as the confidentiality work is done well, it is enough for him to eat for a lifetime.

However, now it is rare to see that he seems to have a little bit of consciousness and repentance, and if he is not allowed to suffer more at this time, he will not be blind to the previous operations, so he has to wait.

Wait a few years and see what it looks like.