Seventh Grandma lifted the lid of the pot smoothly.
In an instant, fragrance and steam rose, almost making Aiguli, who was marveling at drinking milk nearby, lose her balance.
This aroma of starch fusion is unbelievably fragrant!
She suddenly looked somewhat astonished at Song Shuliang outside:
"He used to tell me that the family conditions were average when he was a child, and they could only eat steamed buns..."
Aiguli muttered: "I also want to eat steamed buns."
As she spoke, the steaming hot bun was already pinched in her hand, now switching between left and right, then blowing twice, taking a bite—
Hmm!
Aiguli emphasized again:
"I really want to eat steamed buns with him!"
Seventh Grandma just smiled without speaking.
The three of them each had a bun, filling their bellies round, and at this moment, Seventh Uncle brought over a basin of charcoal fire: