Du Shaoqing scratched his head, "Where is this? How can I explain it? Do you think I was stolen secret recipe?"

"Don't worry, Uncle San, this steamed bun was invented by Zhuge Liang of the Three Kingdoms. It was lost later. I discovered it by chance in the book not long ago, but I didn't expect it to be successful after a try. The way it came from is absolutely no problem."

"Dad, I want it..." Xuanxuan shouted with her neck tilted to the steamer on the stove.

Everyone looked back and saw that good guy, this little girl finished a big steamed bun so quickly? Is it because the steamed buns are too delicious? Or is it too uncarried to eat? Du Shaoqing bent down and picked up his daughter, and asked with a smile: "Do Xuanxuan like steamed buns?"

"I like it, this is the best thing Xuanxuan has ever eaten." Listening to the child's innocent words, Du Shaoqing felt sad. The child is three years old, but he has always been suffering. Now he is obsessed with eating a steamed bun.

"I like to make steamed buns for you every day in the future, but you are a child. If you eat a steamed bun, you will be full and you can't eat it anymore. If you eat a small belly, you will be full and bloom!" Du Shaoqing rubbed his daughter's little face and said intimately.

The little girl seemed to not believe it, and looked at the rows of white steamed buns, but she no longer dared to speak anymore. Du Shaoqing brought the cooked millet porridge and gave the child a small bowl. Sure enough, after drinking, the little girl said that she was full and could not eat it anymore.

Everyone in the kitchen thought it was amazing. This steamed bun is easier to eat more than a bread.

Uncle San nodded and smiled, "It's so great, Dalang, I think you don't do this inn anymore with this. If you take your Aunt San to sell the steamed buns together, you will definitely be able to support you and Xuanxuan."

Even Du Shaoming smiled and said, "Yes, brother, as long as the steamed buns can be sold to make money, Mr. Tian will definitely not take back the house."

"What? Master Tian wants to take away the house? How can this be done? This is my Du family's ancestral home. No, I'll go to find him in person." Uncle Du San was also anxious.

"Forget it, Uncle San, wait and talk about it first. Let's open it well today. After making money, I will go to him to discuss it."

After reaching an agreement, all the Du family members started to get busy. According to the budget, they had to steam at least 300 steamed buns today. Because it costs three per cent, even if one person only buys three, one hundred people will be 300. Although Luoxia Town is not big, the population is nearly 1,000. If steamed buns become popular, it is no problem to sell 300.

The neighbors were surprised to see the Du family set out in so early today. When they saw that the stall was no longer the original thick-dough cakes, but white and round things, they became even more curious. What kind of thing is this?

"Du Sanniang, what are you doing? You don't have the noodles stall?" someone asked.

"This is a new pasta made from my secret recipe of Du family. It is called steamed buns. It is sweeter and more delicious than noodles, and it is hungry than noodles. You may as well come and try it." Aunt San also smiled and replied loudly.

This suddenly attracted many people to watch. Everyone was curious about this new thing. The Du family actually had a secret recipe to make things? But I have never seen this thing before. No one knows whether it tastes delicious or not.

Seeing everyone watching, Aunt San explained again: "This is different from coarse bread. This thing is made of pure white flour, and the taste is unspeakable."

"Pure white flour? God, how much white flour does this big one need? Wouldn't it cost one penny?" someone exclaimed.

"No, no, no, the price is not expensive, three per cent, absolutely good and cheap."

But no one believed this, "Stop talking nonsense. Such a big figure, and pure white flour, you can sell it for three cents? Then you will definitely lose money, it is absolutely impossible. You don't have to scare us Du Sanniang."

Hey, no one has bought it yet? Aunt San was in a hurry, but she couldn't reveal the secret recipe. At this moment, a small figure ran out from the inn and quietly came to Aunt San.

He pulled the corner of Aunt San's clothes with his cute child voice and said coquettishly: "Grandma San, please, give Xuanxuan another steamed bun. This thing is delicious. Xuanxuan likes to eat very much. Daddy is bad. I only allow one to eat, but I just refuse to give it to me."

This extremely lethal words made Aunt San turn around with distress and hurriedly picked up the little girl, gently pinched the little girl's tender and tender face with her big big hand covered with calluses, then picked up a steaming steamed bun from the stall and broke it and handed it over: "Okay, okay, you are smart and clever and know how to pester your third grandma, but I agreed to eat half at most, don't eat too much."

The little girl hurriedly snatched the sweet steamed buns and nodded repeatedly.

This scene made the people around him jealous. Seeing that even the children were pestering to eat, it must have tasted good, and smelling the hot wheat scent was really tempting.

After all, it was early in the morning, and many people were a little moved without breakfast.

Aunt San took the opportunity to add another fire, reached out and took a steamed bun and broke it and handed it to the two people in front of him, and said with a smile: "Look at me, I am busy doing business, this is the first day of steamed bun opening. Everyone can come to support our Du family, thank you everyone.

Come on, you can tell whether it is delicious or not. I believe our skills are absolutely delicious."

The free stuff is still pure white flour, who doesn’t want it? Many people took half a piece of steamed bun and tried it.

Now that I'm done, it's different when I eat it. Not to mention the taste, the taste alone is dozens of streets that are thick-dough cakes, not to mention the sweetness of the white flour. There is no comparison and no harm. After eating the white flour steamed buns that have just been out of the pot, who can still swallow the thick-dough cakes that are scattered in the future?

"Hey, don't say, what's the name of this thing? It's really sweet and delicious. Du Sanniang, is it really three for one penny? Didn't you lie to us?"

Aunt San smiled: "This is called Mantou. We are opening a business, with clearly marked prices, and they are all neighbors. How can we lie?"

"Okay, okay, then get me three and I'll take them back for the children to taste."

"Give me three too..." "This thing is delicious, I'll give me two cents..."

In an instant, the whole stall became lively. Basically, the people who were watching the audience paid for it. It was a great deal to buy such a real food for a penny. Anyway, the same is true at home. Basically, they also have to make some coarse bread every day. With this delicious food, it is not expensive, so they can save themselves the pancakes.

Du Shaoqing, who was constantly steaming buns behind, and Uncle Du San listened to the movements in front, laughed at the same time, and the business was completed.

"Shaoming, go ahead and sell steamed buns for your mother. I'm afraid she won't be able to get busy if there are too many people." Uncle San ordered his son.

He turned around and asked Du Shaoqing again: "Dalang, I can just look here. You go find Mr. Tian. You can't ask someone to come to collect debts."

Du Shaoqing waved his hand and said, "It's better to wait for the afternoon to go. The news of our steamed bun business must be spread to Mr. Tian. Otherwise, I will have nothing to say when I go. If I can't afford it, I will definitely drive me away."
Chapter completed!