Finally, the buns are ready.

Very bad-looking color.

Yes, if the buns made of sorghum bread look good, it will be a ghost.

An Youyou can't wait.

She went to the bucket to scoop a scoop of water, washed her hands again, and couldn't wait to reach out to grab the buns in the pot.

Bite it in one bite.

The ruthless iron mouth is amazing.

"Damn, this is so delicious!" An Youyou screamed, "You have this skill. What kind of handyman do you go to Fuji to be? You go to sell buns!"

Jiang Weiguo:...

"This money is worth it. It's great to rent a house. I have buns to eat every day when renting a house!"

"I have to beg for food tomorrow. Remember to come back early. I have to eat buns tomorrow!"

Jiang Weiguo: "Do you have to beg for food?"

"Of course, beggar is the most promising job in the world. Oh, you don't understand even if I told you."

"By the way, when I was begging for food at the entrance of the teahouse, I heard the story of Mr. Shu saying that moving is a good meal... what's the name... What's the Joe..."

"There are also people who are called warm-pot rice and warm-house rice."

"Yes, yes, that's it. I'll eat this bun next time I move!"

“It’s so delicious!”
Chapter completed!