So, under the teaching of Grandma Bao, Qin Xiaoming began to learn to make steamed buns, and Mike Jason's "Pen Thunder" came into his ears, making him in a trance, as if he was not making steamed buns, he shook his head vigorously, what did he see?

On the poster posted on the wall of the bun room, there are two cute cartoon characters of Baozi, which are the mascots of the shrine - Hi Baozi and Tao Baozi. Hi Baozi has a small oval blush on each side of his cheeks, while Tao Baozi has a blue halo, the two big eyes of the bun are watery, and they are smiling at Qin Xiaoming, smiling sweetly.

Then, they (Hi Tao Baozi) magically walked out of the poster, and then turned around, and each put on a set of black and white dresses, as well as top hats of the same color, and danced Mike Jason's dance, the red, green and green lights on the stage were sprinkled, and Qin Xiaoming also danced with them.

Then the music changed, it became soft and warm, the suits of the two buns disappeared, and they changed back to the original appearance of Hi Tao Buns, and then one, two, three, one after another Hi Tao Buns jumped out of the poster, they were with Qin Xiaoming, shaking their bodies with the music, and then holding hands again, forming a circle, singing and dancing.

The heart-warming music lingered in his ears, the buns were soft, warm, and very comfortable to the touch, Qin Xiaoming was really happy and felt warm.

Until the music stopped, many buns were synthesized into two Hi Tao buns, and then jumped back into the poster, returning to the original picture, they were smiling at Qin Xiaoming.

"Boy, boy?"

"Huh!?" Qin Xiaoming came back to his senses and found that Grandma Bao was calling him, "What's wrong with Grandma?"

"I've learned this today, why are you always in a daze?"

"No, nothing, I don't know why I'm in a daze. ”

"Something on your mind~?" Grandma Bao seemed to have suddenly become a confidant grandmother, and asked with concern.

In fact, Qin Xiaoming didn't have anything on his mind, he was just immersed in a wonderful state just now, and he danced with Hi Tao Baozi, and he couldn't believe it. Because he later came back to his senses and found that none of that existed, and the two buns were not real, but seemed to be just his own hallucination.

"Grandma, have we been making steamed buns just now? Have you seen anything strange?" Qin Xiaoming wanted to say that Hi Tao Bun jumped out of the painting.

"No, I just saw you strange child, haven't we been making steamed buns all the time, what's wrong?" Grandma Bao was surprised and tilted her head to look at him.

"No, nothing. Qin Xiaoming still couldn't come back to his senses.

"Hmm, there must be something, let grandma guess, young people's hearts ......" Grandma Bao held her chin and blinked her eyes and thought for a long time.

"Bingo! I know, are you in love with our family Xiaoyue, and now I don't know what to do, it's really a long-term love. Grandma Bao said happily.

“......”

"Why don't you speak, did I say it?"

"Wha~!" Qin Xiaoming suddenly burst into laughter.

"Young man, what's wrong with you?" Grandma Bao was startled by the sudden wild laughter.

"Haha, grandma, you think too much, I do have something on my mind, but how can it be a child's private relationship, I'm thinking about how to make a good bun, so as to carry forward the good fortune buns of our shrine. ”

"Ah~ young ......" Grandma Bao was moved with teary eyes, "I knew it was right to take you in and teach you to make lucky buns, when I heard Xiaoyue say that you fell from the sky without an inch when she was taking a bath, I knew that you were a changer." ”

"......" Qin Xiaoming squinted.

"No, I mean I knew that you were a lucky star from heaven and would bring good luck to our Bao family. ”

"The old man really has a vision. Qin Xiaoming gave a thumbs up, praising you is tantamount to praising yourself.

"I hope you, this little lucky star, can help us restore the original taste of lucky buns. Grandma Bao said hopefully.

"The original taste?"

"Yes, the fortune steamed buns have been passed down to the present, and they have lost their original taste, and they are no longer delicious, and you see that the buns at the shrine are not selling very well, and they were not like this before......

It turned out that the business of Fuyun buns was very good, and there was an endless stream of customers, but suddenly one day, 60-year-old Grandpa Bao suddenly died of cerebral congestion.

Later, the family made steamed buns according to the practice of grandpa before his death, but they could no longer make the original taste, and there was always something missing, perhaps a talent, only such a person can make real lucky buns.

So the Bao family has been waiting, waiting for a young man with the same talent as Grandpa Bao to appear, recreate that familiar taste, and let the real lucky buns reappear in the world.

"The person we are waiting for is you!" Grandma Bao held Qin Xiaoming's little hand and said excitedly, "The responsibility of reviving the Bao family's buns depends on you." ”

"Wowhaha, wrap it around me, grandma, you can rest assured. Qin Xiaoming agreed, but in fact, he didn't know the bottom of his heart, did he really have that kind of talent? Grandma Bao said that she was very similar to her wife, and had a similar temperament, who knows? Is there anyone with the same temperament as herself? It's hard to say.

Time passed day by day, Qin Xiaoming was extremely talented, made rapid progress, and in less than half a month, he mastered the practice of lucky buns, and the steamed buns made were also delicious, but there was still a lack of taste. The Bao family had eaten the steamed buns made by Qin Xiaoming, first nodding because they tasted great, and then shaking their heads, it was still not the expected taste.

Qin Xiaoming thought about the question of temperament, is he very similar to Grandpa Bao? If so, why can't he make that kind of taste? So he went to ask Uncle Bao and Aunt Bao for verification.

"What kind of temperament was Grandpa Bao when he was alive?"

"There's no temperament.,It's just lustful.,Sometimes I like to touch girls' buttocks.。 ”

Uncle Bao and Aunt Bao's answer made Qin Xiaoming shake his head loudly, no wonder he couldn't make a real lucky bun, his temperament was too different from Grandpa Bao's, and he hadn't reached that kind of "superb" realm.

So in general, Qin Xiaoming feels that he is still a decent gentleman, "Wowhaha, I, Qin Xiaoming, am a generation of hot-blooded good children, that is, in the face of many temptations and confusions in the world, but still standing still, standing tall, with his own unchanging beliefs and a sincere heart, the future flowers of the motherland, ah-bloom~!" Qin Xiaoming was in the night when no one was around, looking up at the starry sky, his eyes were shining, and between talking to himself, he was once again full of confidence in making lucky buns.

However, the reality is cruel, more than a month has passed, but Qin Xiaoming still can't make a real fortune bun, he can't repay the kindness of the Bao family who took him in and treats him as a family member, and he also lives up to everyone's expectations, he is sorry for everyone, he has no face to see them, and he can't reproduce the glory of the fortune bun.

Qin Xiaoming blamed himself, but it didn't help, he washed his face with tears almost every night, looked up at the sky, "Why, why can't you do it?" and began to give up on himself, eating and drinking regardless of his image, it was useless for the Bao family to stop him, only to watch him become depressed and decadent day by day.

Finally, he had a bad stomach, and in the middle of the night when it was dark and windy, he got up from his bed~ and went to the latrine.