Reborn 80s to be a rich woman

"Don't listen to their nonsense, they are just ordinary buns."

In her previous life, An Xiaolan learned her skills after she got married. At that time, the village was poor, and most of the time they ate steamed buns dry. No one would think of stuffing the steamed buns, or just eat the steamed buns. But she has been clever since she was a child. Once she accidentally added leftover vegetables to steamed buns, and Zhang Song praised her full of praise after eating them.

In order to eliminate Liu's shadow over them, An Xiaolan thought of this method to solve food and clothing, and let her younger siblings try something new, because she knew that these two little gluttons liked eating the most.

Sure enough, the two were pleasantly surprised after tasting it. They each ate two in the morning, and now they have one or two at noon.

An Xiaolan didn't think they ate too much. On the contrary, the happier they ate, the more satisfied she was. But what made her a little embarrassed was that these two guys actually promoted her, and caught a glimpse of Yang Jing's shining eyes At the time, it made her a little embarrassed.

"That's right, it's buns. My sister said that steamed buns are buns without stuffing. These are called buns."

An Zhengming nodded his head and said, explaining quickly.

"Steamed stuffed bun... Well, it sounds delicious, so I'll give it a try."

When Yang Jing saw that they were eating so happily, he was also aroused by gluttons. After getting acquainted now, he is no longer as reserved as before, and he has completely let go of his temper.

"There is one left here, and it is still warm. If you don't dislike it, you can eat it."

An Xiaolan took out a big bun from her cloth pocket and handed it to Yang Jing.

"How dare you dislike it, you can't find such delicacies even with a lantern."

Yang Jing finished speaking teasingly, and then bit down.

"Oh! It's so soft, the strength of this side is not worse than that of the outside."

There was no filling in the first bite, but Yang Jing still expressed the taste.

"Look at the second sister, I said that anyone who eats the buns made by my sister will give a thumbs up."

When An Zhengming heard such praise, he was not surprised at all, but said with confidence.

"You are the only one who is clever." An Xiaofeng said with a smile, pinching his little cheek.

"That's also delicious made by my sister."

"Yes, of course my sister made delicious ones. You see, my sister made a dozen in total, and we ate ten in the morning plus lunch. Now, except for brother Yang Jing, the pot at home is only enough for dinner. gone."

An Xiaofeng said casually, but Yang Jing thought he had eaten their dinner.

"Why didn't you say it earlier, why don't you give it to me if you haven't done much."

Yang Jing was holding steamed buns in his hand, neither eating nor not, he seemed to be in a dilemma.

"Xiaofeng, Mingzi, drink water first to quench your thirst."

An Xiaolan looked at them speechlessly, and was not in a hurry to explain, but just handed the water bottle she was holding to An Xiaofeng, and said in admonishment.

"It's all hands-on work. You can do it whenever you want, as long as you buy all the materials. It's worthless. Anyway, it's much cheaper to do it yourself than to buy it from outside."

Her words really moved Yang Jing's heart.

"Then tell me, if you add up all the materials you made yourself, how much is the average one?"

"I haven't calculated this carefully. Fifteen buns probably cost less than three yuan."

An Xiaolan frowned, then thought about it carefully.

"Including sauerkraut?"

"Well, it's included."

When Yang Jing heard this, he suddenly patted his thigh.

"Have it!"

"Yes, yes?"

"Brother Yang Jing, you scared us to death, why are you so excited?"

His actions really startled An Xiaolan's three siblings, but they reacted quickly.

"Sorry sorry, I was a little excited."

Yang Jing smiled, and said, "An Xiaolan, have you ever thought that if you make these steamed buns yourself..."

"Baozi, it's Baozi, Brother Yang Jing."

An Zhengming was dissatisfied with being misspoken, and immediately explained aloud.

"Well, it's buns. An Xiaolan, if you make these buns yourself and sell them, I dare say they will sell well."

Yang Jing's mind was spinning quickly, and when he thought of being able to buy such buns in the future, he felt extremely satisfied, not to mention that An Xiaolan made them herself.

"Wow! Brother Yang Jing, why can you think of everything? That's right! If my sister's buns are sold, then we will have money."

An Zhengming's eyes lit up, and he very much agreed with his suggestion.

"Sister, I can also learn to help you in this way, okay sister?"

An Xiaofeng was also very happy, but not as lively as An Zhengming, even if she smiled, it was just a shy smile.

"Why are you more excited than me, but Yang Jing, your idea is really good, but if you sell it..."

An Xiaolan bit her lower lip, as if thinking of something.

"Is there any difficulty?"

The three pairs of shining eyes just stared at her so directly that she couldn't bear to dampen their enthusiasm.

"It's a bit difficult."

She nodded honestly.

"If you have any questions, you can raise firewood. I don't believe that the few of us can't come up with a good solution."

Yang Jing said, and An Zhengming immediately echoed him.

"Yes! For collecting firewood and for burning high flames, Brother Yang Jing speaks very well."

"Stop flattering, it's amazing if you don't understand the meaning."

Yang Jing rubbed his little head and said with a sneer.

"I don't care. Brother Yang Jing is right anyway. You have read more books than us, so your words naturally make sense."

There was really nothing wrong with An Zhengming's words. Of course, they didn't have time to discuss this kind of topic with him.

"Of course it's best for Xiaofeng to help. What I'm thinking is that it's going to be winter now, and I don't have any good steamers at home. Even if I have one, if I make it and sell it, it's probably already cold. The taste of cold steamed stuffed buns will be greatly reduced."

An Xiaolan expressed her worries, but Yang Jing also resonated with her.

"That's right, steamed stuffed buns are much tastier when they're hot out of the cage."

"Then what should we do? Can't we sell it?"

An Xiaofeng seemed a little depressed, and the hope that had just been ignited was hindered again.

"It's not impossible."

An Xiaolan broke the silence.

"What good idea do you have?"

The eyes of the three people lit up again.

"Don't look at me like that, it's so stressful."

An Xiaolan smiled and pushed Yang Jing. This action immediately made her realize that something was wrong, and also made the atmosphere more subtle.

Yang Jing looked down at the shoulder she had patted, feeling a little warm in his heart.

"Talk about it, just treat us as ordinary listeners."

His smile was very gentle, and those who watched it felt warm from the bottom of their hearts, but An Xiaolan was a little afraid to look directly into his eyes.