89: Chapter 15 Making Buns_2 89: Chapter 15 Making Buns_2 “I’m just gonna go ahead and thick-skinned about it then,” she said with an embarrassed chuckle, “but since I’m not being polite with you, you can’t be polite with either.
I made so fried rice noodles tonight and will bring so over for you.
You can’t refuse.”
“Sure, I definitely won’t be polite with you,” Lin Xiaoguai’s smile held two extra servings of sincerity.
She liked people who knew their boundaries.
Of course, Lin Xiaoguai couldn’t only attend to Wu Eri, it’s just that the others didn’t have the sa realization as Wu Eri did, shalessly taking more than their share without a hint of embarrassnt.
—These days, although living conditions in the Military District were decent, they were only relatively so.
Everywhere there was a shortage of supplies.
After sending everyone off and closing the door, Lin Xiaoguai sighed.
Her son’s snacks for the week had all gone.
It was clear that the military wives who visited today all ca from rural backgrounds.
Although she too was from the countryside, she couldn’t help but say, rural folk may be honest, but so of their bad habits were quite displeasing.
Like the knack for seizing small advantages, it wasn’t evil, but it left one feeling disgusted.
Wu Eri’s kind was rare, but not nonexistent.
Naturally, Lin Xiaoguai wouldn’t stop interacting with those military wives because of this.
After all, they weren’t actually greedy, they just lacked sophistication and usually had little courage.
And truly, those country won often weren’t as petty as urban housewives, who counted every penny and calculated every deal to the last grain.
Crude characters might appear coarse, but they weren’t as ntally convoluted, tending to be straightforward and direct.
As long as they didn’t cross the line, Lin Xiaoguai still preferred to interact with such people.
Taking advantage of Shen Chi and Little Niangao’s absence, Lin Xiaoguai entered her space and opened the exchange shop to buy so egg custard pudding to serve as today’s snack for her son.
She thought for a mont and decided to also buy so inexpensive and beautiful treats suitable for guests, like millet cakes.
She was always careful when making things, especially those ant for her family to enjoy, and naturally wasn’t pleased to have to keep giving away treats like today, as if they were free handouts.
The pond and the pasture near the fruit orchard were already at scale, Lin Xiaoguai collected two goose eggs, planning to make shrimp and fried egg for her son tonight.
Despite their rough texture in comparison to chicken and even duck eggs, goose eggs were nutritionally valuable and particularly suited for the elderly and children.
She also processed so tender tofu in the factory, which could mix with shrimp to mitigate the roughness of the goose egg added later.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw several white pigs feeding at the trough, and with a thought from Lin Xiaoguai, one pig silently lifted into the air.
Before it could even squeal, it was transported into the processing factory.
Within a minute, her storage space now held a whole pig, cleaned and butchered, with offals, blood, head, leg at, ribs, and all neatly categorized and placed.
Then, a cow and a sheep were respectively sent into the factory, swiftly turning into properly processed at appearing in Lin Xiaoguai’s storage space.
When Shen Chi ca back, he saw Lin Xiaoguai chopping at and paused in surprise, “Planning to make wontons?”
“No,” Lin Xiaoguai wiped the sweat from her forehead, “I’m planning to make so buns and keep them in the fridge—just steam them when hungry.”
“Do you know how to make them?” Shen Chi’s eyes lit up.
Ever since his younger days away from ho, he had always loved this kind of pastry, but no one around them knew how to make it, and eating out was costly.
Although he knew how to make money, he never liked to spend it unnecessarily, therefore he didn’t eat it often.
Lin Xiaoguai pursed her lips and smiled, “I can make them.”
It was true that in her past life, she always kept Shen Chi at arm’s length, so naturally, she didn’t understand or pay attention to his preferences, and he wasn’t the type to talk about such things.
The one thing she knew was that he loved at buns—when he ca across the delicious kind with thin skins, lots of stuffing, and juicy filling, he could eat five at a ti and always liked to show them off to her.
Don’t think five is too few; even one of those big at buns would make Lin Xiaoguai feel stuffed.
Now that she was planning to spend her life with this man, Lin Xiaoguai couldn’t help but spare a few thoughts for him.
Shen Chi was indeed happy when he heard this, and rolled up his sleeves, “I’ll chop the at, you go do sothing else.”
Lin Xiaoguai was happy to take it easy.
Although she could handle such labor-intensive tasks with the help of her spiritual power, her keen sense of sll ant the raw, bloodied scent lingering at the tip of her nose wasn’t too pleasant.
The dough was already proofed, but since she was making buns, she naturally wouldn’t just make at-filled ones.
The vegetable buns and seafood buns she liked, as well as so red bean paste buns, which could be given away or eaten herself, were essential.
After Shen Chi finished chopping the pork, Lin Xiaoguai assigned him other tasks like chopping shrimp, bok choy hearts, greens, mushrooms, golden needles, and bamboo shoots—these all needed to be finely chopped.
She then started mixing the fillings, and it took the couple two hours to prepare the four types of fillings.
As for the size of the buns, Lin Xiaoguai had a plan.
She intended to make twenty large at buns that Shen Chi liked, another thirty small at buns with the sa filling, and then twenty seafood buns, twenty vegetable buns, and twenty red bean paste buns.
The seafood buns and red bean paste buns would be the sa size as the small at buns, while the vegetable buns would be even smaller—small enough for her to eat in just two or three bites.
Seeing there was still filling left over, Lin Xiaoguai pinched so dumplings, planning to have those for dinner.
By the ti she had made over a hundred buns, Shen Chi’s eyes were wide with amazent; his wife’s skills were truly impressive.
“Who taught you this?” Shen Chi was belatedly aware that one couldn’t learn such skills as making buns without soone to teach them.
“I learned from books,” Lin Xiaoguai said nonchalantly, “whether it’s making the dough or mixing the filling—what part of it is hard?” Shen Chi used his ticulousness on sches and plots, but for other things, he was practically blind.
As long as his wellbeing wasn’t at risk, he wouldn’t care.
She wasn’t worried at all that he would notice anything.
It should be, what part of it is simple, right?
Shen Chi was a bit perplexed, but considering he was a layman enjoying the show, it wasn’t his place to comnt, so he attributed it to his wife’s exceptional talent.
(To be continued.
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