"But if you want to say that it is the best meat bun in Luoxia Town, it shouldn't be counted, in fact, the meat buns in each stall taste similar, there is no best, there is no bad, the difference is that the ingredients for mixing the meat filling are different."

"That's how to sell buns and buy buns." Luo Qinghe was a little puzzled.

"Of course people are regulars." Wang Guihua explained with a smile.

"But that family has the most." Luo Qinghe continued.

"How much can you have, have you waited a long time to buy buns?" Wang Guihua asked.

"That's not true, it's just that there are three or four people around, and there are only one or two other stalls." Luo Qinghe said.

"Just one or two people who can't see anything." After Wang Guihua finished speaking, she continued to eat steamed buns.

"Your milk and my dough are definitely not bad, it's this filling, I put more fatty meat, more soup, it will definitely be more popular." Wang Guihua said with a smile.

"You think the soup is so good." Luo Laotian glanced at his mother-in-law, "It's because people put fat and there is no soup, so they slowly have more lean meat, and you haven't eaten the buns before, do you say that's the case." ”

Wang Guihua stopped talking, but glared at Luo Laotian, "Then you think it's inappropriate for us to sell steamed buns?" ”

"Of course it is." Luo Laotian saw that Wang Guihua was a little angry, and was busy stroking his hair, "It's not that I haven't eaten the buns you made, they are delicious, better than what others sell." ”

"Master, why haven't we ever eaten steamed buns made of milk?" Luo Jiamiao held the bun and asked with ignorant eyes.

"It was a long time ago, don't listen to your grandfather's nonsense, if it's really so delicious, I'll go sell steamed buns early in the morning, but since I decided to sell steamed buns, I always have to try the taste at home first, and then I'll study how to mix the filling, and then let us eat it." Wang Guihua touched her granddaughter's head and said with a smile.

"Milk, that's great." Luo Jiamiao smiled happily and narrowed her eyes.

"Milk, today I went with my mother to buy steamed buns, and found that there are very few types of steamed buns, and we have no fillings that have been made by others, so there are more customers." Luo Qinghe said, and then dug up the extra sugar bun in his hand in half, and then halved.

Looking at the family in front of her, Luo Qinghe didn't know how to divide it, she just wanted to taste this sugar packet, and she would find one if it was sweet.

Wang Guihua saw Luo Qinghe's hesitation, looked at her kindly and said, "A few of you have shared the food, and Ah Xiang, she has to eat better for the baby now." ”

Luo Qinghe divided Liu Xiangxiang, Luo Jiahe, and Luo Jiamiao into a quarter, and the rest was eaten by himself, and the white sugar tasted empty, and the white sugar water was soaked into the buns, and the noodles inside were slightly sweet, and the sugar buns were just sweet, and the rest was nothing unusual.

"It's so sweet." Luo Jiamiao tasted it happily.

Liu Xiangxiang and Luo Jiahe also ate sweetly and cherished it extraordinarily, unlike Luo Qinghe, who solved it in three or two bites.

In this ancient time, when it was difficult to eat enough, a hint of sweetness was a very high enjoyment.

"Qinghe, this bun is not only meat but also vegetables, and then it is sweet, what other fillings can there be?" Wang Guihua asked.

"The taste is salty, sweet, spicy and sour, and the dishes that ordinary people usually eat are not only meat and vegetables, tofu and pickles can not be made into bun filling, and it is more appetizing to add a little spicy, and red beans and sesame seeds can be made into sweet, which is not a good thing to do." Luo Qinghe said that the types of modern buns are not too rich, and even lobster and salted egg yolk can be made into buns.

"Tofu can also be made into steamed buns?" Wang Guihua was very surprised, "It takes a lot of effort to make red beans and sesame seeds into invaginations, and there are many pickles like pickles that every household makes into buns, and someone will want to eat them?" ”

"It's delicious, and some people buy it." Luo Qinghe said, "Grind the sesame seeds, add sugar and lard and stir-fry; The same is true for bean paste buns, we only need bean paste, add sugar and lard and fry slightly to dry the water, and the sesame buns and bean paste buns that come out of this way can flow oil. ”

Luo Qinghe said that he missed the taste he had eaten before, and his saliva flooded.

"Can you not run oil?" Luo Jiashu swallowed his saliva when he heard this, and then glared at Luo Qinghe, "It's white sugar and lard, it's strange if it doesn't flow oil, the buns made according to the way you said can't be delicious, if we also sell them at the same price as the town, we won't lose money." ”

"Of course, we can't lose money, but we make small profits but quick turnover, and after we make a reputation, people in the town will definitely come to our house to buy, and business will be very good." Luo Qinghe said.

Wang Guihua listened and thought carefully, "Qinghe said that the filling sounds strange and delicious, and then we will calculate the price when we try to make it, as long as we don't lose money, we will earn less if we make less, and we will strive to do it for a long time." ”

"When Qinghe arrives, you can think of all the fillings to the milk, and we will make them." Wang Guihua said, "Qinghe has eaten these stuffed buns before? ”

Luo Qinghe shook his head seriously and said, "I don't know, but I think of these fillings as soon as I think of buns." ”

Wang Guihua listened to the pity in her eyes, and touched Luo Qinghe's head distressedly, "Qinghe, we are not in a hurry, don't be sad." ”

"Grandma, I'm not sad, I'm having a great time with my grandma, my father, and everyone." Luo Qinghe smiled, secretly glad in his heart, amnesia is really a good excuse.

Luo Laotian's family was very relieved to hear it.

The donkey cart set off from Luoxia Town, walked for more than an hour, and entered Tiangou Ao.

Luo Qinghe looked around curiously, it was similar to Luojia Village, and there were either adobe houses or fields along the way.

"Is that the family of Tiangou Aoli?" Luo Qinghe pointed to a particularly eye-catching blue brick house halfway up the mountain and asked.

After all, Luojia Village is not such a house where the Li Zheng family lives, although it is not as big as this, by the way, there is also the blacksmith's house.

"That's not, it's a Zhuangzi, and the land next to the house is all over it, and it belongs to a big family." Wang Guihua said that she was also very curious about the blue brick and tiled house before, and asked her eldest daughter, and heard that it was the Zhuangzi of a large family.

"Big family?"

"Well, I heard that he was a big official, but I haven't seen the master's family come to live, and now the people living in it are all slaves, and they were sent by the master's family to take care of Zhuangzi." Wang Guihua said in a low voice.

", you know so much." Luo Jiamiao worshipped.

"That's right, your milk is a bag to inquire." Luo Laotian picked up the conversation with a smile.

"Go, go, go." Wang Guihua waited for Luo Laotian with a look of disgust.

The donkey cart went on again and stopped in less than a quarter of an hour.

Luo Qinghe got off the donkey cart and massaged Tian Cuizhu's legs, because of the large number of people, the position on the donkey cart was limited, and he could hardly move, and his father Luo Dagen and his uncle drove the donkey cart and sat in front, and Tian Cuizhu was holding himself all the way.