Lin Wan recalled whether the mother Baoma in the original world would steam steamed buns. At that time, she basically ate white steamed buns, just pickled pickles. She really didn't know whether it was made by the mother Baoma.

"Mom Bao, have you always had steamed buns?" Lin Wan wanted to verify whether Mom Bao was the director of the orphanage in the world.

"Yes, I remember when I was young, I always made steamed buns with my mother and grandma. Every household in the village would steam buns by themselves during the Chinese New Year. Later, I was alone, and I would still make some during the Chinese New Year." Including asked Lin Wan instead: "Wanwan, when you are at home, I will take time to increase steamed buns every New Year, and I will give my neighbors a little. Have you forgotten?"

"Ah?" Lin Wan told Gan that she was not from this world. It seems that she still doesn't believe it at all.

Including the company quickly realized that Lin Wan is now a different personality and has forgotten all the previous things.

"Wanwan, if you like to eat, I will make it for you before the New Year."

"I like to eat it very much. The ones sold in the store look good, but the taste is completely different. When I was a child, my grandma would always add steamed buns and grind tofu during the Chinese New Year." Lin Wan thought of her grandma again.

After Li Yanchen went to her world, he asked Lin Wan to pay homage to his grandmother frequently. Lin Wan agreed.

Lin Wan thought, how great would it be if the grandmother was in this world, but in the past six months, Lin Wan has studied it. Whether it is her, Yang Ruoxi or Bao’s mother, they are all living lives in the original world. Grandma has been dead for many years, so it is impossible for her to survive.

"Okay, I'll make the fire, and I'll put this basket on the pot first." Bao's mother packed twenty steamed buns in the chat room.

Yang Ruoxi parked his car in the open space next to the old house.

She held a basket of corn, and her father followed behind her, carrying a bucket of rapeseed oil in her hand.

Before he could enter the yard, he smelled the fragrance. Yang Ruoxi stood at the door and looked inside. The lights in the kitchen were on and smoke was coming out from the chimney. I guess Bao’s mother was cooking.

The girl stood at the door and shouted a few times: "Mom Bao."

Lin Wanxian heard the shouting.

"Mom Bao, it seems that someone is calling you." Lin Wan stood at the window and listened carefully.

"Yes, I'll go and have a look." Bao's mother wiped her hands and walked out of the kitchen.

Outside the yard were Yang Ruoxi and Yang Yiren.

Mother Bao didn't expect that the two of them would come back, and she was stunned for a moment.

Yang Ruoxin couldn't tell whether Bao's mother was happy or unhappy.

So she said, "Mom Bao, today my dad went to fry rapeseed oil. He planted the rapeseeds himself. He kept thinking about when to bring you a bucket. I don't think it's necessary to wait until when. It's best to send it fresh, so I pulled him here."

Yang Yiren looked at her daughter in confusion. Didn’t she say an excuse to send corn on the way and bring a barrel of oil? Why is rapeseed oil becoming the protagonist again now?

"You are so kind, come in quickly. I'm raising steamed buns, Wanwan is here too. Wait until the steamed buns are out of the pot and try it." Bao's mother knew what Yang Yiren was coming and quickly invited them in.

Yang Yiren's heart was finally let go.

"There is also corn, which I planted myself. The fields at the foot of the mountain are fertile, and the corn grains are full this year." Yang Yiren smiled honestly.

"Thank you, don't stand, it's so cold."

When Yang Ruoxi heard that Lin Wan was coming, he put down the basket and ran into the kitchen.

"Wanwan."

"Xixi."

The two hugged happily.

"Warm here." Lin Wan gave up the 'throne' in front of the pot, originally she was sitting here to burn the fire.

"Aren't you going back today?" Yang Ruoxi pulled Lin Wan and sat down together.

"Well, although it's not far away, I don't want to drive back and forth. I just happened to spend a lot of time with Bao's mother. After arriving in Xuecheng in the afternoon, Bao's mother went to the field to pick radishes and decided to raise steamed buns temporarily. She has been busy until now, and she has only put the first cage on the pot." Lin Wan said and wrinkled her nose: "Isn't it so fragrant?"

"Well, is this what you mean by the steamed buns?" Lin Wan told herself that the live broadcast she participated in was to experience life in the 1990s. At that time, Lin Wan said that the steamed buns were the best in the stove, but the program team did not arrange the task of steamed buns.

"Yes, Xixi, you came so well. The steamed buns that were just out of the pot are the best. After cooling them, they heat them up again. Although they taste good, they are not comparable to the taste of the freshly out of the pot. Guess what stuffing it is." Lin Wan couldn't wait to eat it.

"Shredded radish, there is still stuffing there." Yang Ruoxi pointed to the table not far away.

Lin Wan patted his head: "I made a mistake."

Bao's mother invited Yang Yiren into the kitchen, poured him a cup of tea, and asked him to order as he could. She had to make steamed buns herself and had no time to entertain him.

Yang Yiren didn't expect that the inclusion was steaming buns, so he looked at it: "I'll help you."

"Okay." Including agreed.

Lin Wan looked up in shock. She just wanted to help, including letting her sit down. Why did Dad Yang agree without hesitation?

Yang Ruoxi winked at Lin Wan.

"Dad, I think the firewood is very good and there is no need to see it. Wanwan and I will go buy some drinks and drink it tonight. Please help Aunt Bao."

"Oh, yes, I want to drink soaked water." Lin Wan reacted.

Including the reason why he promised Yang Yiren to help was to see if he really knew. If a man could even make steamed buns, it means that he was very good at doing housework and such a man is worth entrusting.

"It's SAIC, and it will be out of the pot in another fifteen minutes." Yang Yiren noticed that white steam had just emerged from the lid of the pot. This method was taught by his mother.

My mother is old, but she still maintains the habit of steaming buns at the end of the year. Yang Yiren always helps.

Including the sudden thought that Yang Yiren also has an old mother, so he must have retained many of the habits of the older generation.

"You know this method, too?"

"I thought my mother likes steaming buns in her generation. Now many neighbors make the stuffing themselves and send it to the bun shop for processing. Few people make it at home. I probably haven't seen Xixi before." Yang Yiren sighed: "Will no one know this kind of common delicacy in rural areas one day?"

"Mant buns, buns... people will always make them, but they are not that old flavor. Lao Yang, I will pack some for you later and bring them to my aunt for food."

"My mother must be very happy. She asked me two days ago when I would steam buns this year. I didn't expect that I would eat them today. The old lady has never eaten delicacies, so she loves to eat steamed buns and drinks porridge." Yang Yiren said with a smile: "Now my teeth are all gone, and I don't eat so smoothly. Are the buns sold outside softer? But, she doesn't like to eat them."

"I don't like to eat buns from buns shops either. There is no steamed aroma. Alkaline water is the soul of steamed buns." It includes basically not buying buns outside to eat them.


Chapter completed!