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  Lin Wan recalled whether the mother Bao in the original world would steam steamed buns. At that time, they basically ate white steamed buns with mustard. She really didn’t know if Bao mother made them.

   "Mother Bao, have you always made steamed buns?" Lin Wan wanted to verify whether Mama Bao was the director of the orphanage in the original world.

"Yeah, I remember when I was young. At that time, I would always make steamed buns with my mother and grandma. Every family in the village would steam their own steamed buns during the Chinese New Year. Later, when I was alone, I would still make a little bit during the Chinese New Year. ." Han turned to ask Lin Wan: "Wanwan, when you are at home, I will take time to make steamed buns every New Year, and I will give some to the neighbors, have you forgotten?"

   "Huh?" Lin Wan told Han Han that she was not from this world, and it seemed that she still didn't believe it at all.

   contains quickly reacting, Lin Wan is now another personality, and the previous things have been forgotten.

   "Wanwan, if you want to eat it, I will make it for you in the years to come."

   "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 make steamed buns and grind tofu during Chinese New Year." Lin Wan thought of grandma again.

   After Li Yanchen went to her world, she asked that Lin Wan if she could often go to worship her grandmother, and that Lin Wan agreed.

Lin Wan thought, it would be great if grandma in this world was there, but for half a year, Lin Wan had studied it, whether it was her, Yang Ruoxi or Bao's mother, they were all living beings in the original world. Grandma has been dead for many years, and it must be impossible to survive.

   "Okay, I'll make a fire, this cage will be served first." Bao's mother wrapped twenty steamed buns in the chat room.

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

   She was holding a basket of corn, and her father followed behind, carrying a bucket of rapeseed oil.

   Before entering the yard, he smelled the fragrance. Yang Ruoxi stood at the door and looked inside. The light in the kitchen was on, and smoke was coming from the chimney. Presumably Bao's mother was cooking.

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

  Lin Wanxian heard the shouting.

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

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

   Yang Ruoxi and Yang Yiren stood outside the courtyard.

  Mama Bao didn't expect these two to come back, she was stunned for a moment.

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

So she said: "Mother Bao, today my dad went to fry rapeseed oil, and he grew the rapeseed himself. He kept saying when he would get you a bucket. I don't think I need to wait until later. It's best to send it fresh, so I brought him here."

  Yang Yiren looked at her daughter in puzzlement. Didn't she say that she was giving corn as an excuse to bring a barrel of oil along the way? Why is rapeseed oil now the protagonist again?

   "You're so polite, come in quickly, I'm making the steamed buns, and I'll be here in Wanwan, waiting for the steamed buns to come out of the pot, try it." Bao's mother knew Yang Yiren's intention and hurriedly invited them in.

   Yang Yiren finally let go of her hanging heart.

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

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

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

   "Late night."

   "Once upon a time."

   The two hugged happily.

   "It's warm here." Lin Wan gave up the 'throne' in front of the pot, where she was sitting and heating the fire.

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

"Well, although it's not far, but I don't want to drive back and forth, I just happened to accompany Bao's mother more. After arriving at Xuecheng in the afternoon, Bao's mother went to the field to pick radishes, and temporarily decided to increase the steamed bread. ." Lin Wan said while wrinkling his nose: "Is it delicious?"

"Well, is this what you mean by raising 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 steamed buns were the best, but the program team actually There is no task of raising steamed buns.

"Yes, Xixi, what a coincidence that you came here, the steamed buns that are just out of the pot are the best. After cooling and reheating, although the taste is not bad, it is not comparable to the taste just out of the pot. Guess what it is. stuffed." Lin Wan couldn't wait to eat it.

   "Shredded radish, there's no stuffing over there." Yang Ruoxi pointed to the table not far away.

  Lin Wan patted his head: "Missed."

  Mother Bao invited Yang Yiren into the kitchen, poured him a cup of tea, and asked him to order at will. She had to make steamed buns herself, and had no time to entertain him.

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

   "Okay." Han replied.

  Lin Wan raised her head in astonishment. Just now she wanted to help, including letting her sit. Why did Dad Yang want to help, she agreed without hesitation?

  Yang Ruoxi gave Lin Wan a wink.

   "Dad, I think this firewood is burning very well, no one needs to watch it, I and Wanwan will go buy some drinks, drink it at night, you can help Aunt Bao."

   "Oh, yes, I want to drink sparkling water." Lin Wan responded.

  The reason why Han Han agreed to help Yang Yiren was to see if he really knew how to do it. If a big man can even make steamed buns, it means that he is very good at housework, and such a man is worth entrusting.

   "It's on SAIC, and the pot will be ready in fifteen minutes." Yang Yiren noticed that white steam had just emerged around the lid of the pot. This method was taught to him by his mother.

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

  Han suddenly remembered that Yang Yiren still has an old mother, so he must retain many of the habits of the older generation.

   "You know this method too?"

"I thought it was my mother's generation who liked steamed buns. Now many neighbors prepare the stuffing by themselves and send them to the bun shop for processing. Few people make them at home. I don't think they have seen them before." Yang Yiren sighed. Tone: "This kind of food that used to be common in rural areas will one day no one know it."

   "Steamed buns, steamed buns... There will always be people making them, but it's not the old taste, Lao Yang, I'll pack some for you later and bring it to my aunt to eat."

"My mother must be very happy. Two days ago, she asked me when I would steam steamed buns this year. I didn't expect to eat them today. The old lady has never eaten delicious food from mountains and seas, so she likes steamed buns and porridge." Yang Yiren said with a smile: " Now that her teeth have fallen out, eating is not so neat, aren't the buns sold outside softer? But ah, she doesn't like it."

   "I don't like to eat the buns from the bun store either. How can there be the aroma of steaming them yourself, and the alkaline water is the soul of steaming buns." I basically don't buy buns outside to eat.