It's really beautiful.

Qin Congwen rarely uses the word "beautiful" to describe a steamed bun, but the steamed bun in front of him really fits his aesthetic taste of steamed buns.

The plump white-flour steamed buns are smooth, round and cute. This is simply the dream bun of every white-flour bun lover!

When did his son have this skill?

Still not satisfied with this technology?!

"Dad, try it." Qin Huai took out a steamed bun with a tong, broke it open, and handed half of it to Qin Congwen, "I always feel that something is missing. I remember when I was a kid, there was also a steamed bun selling wine in the street next to our house, but

I don’t remember what their steamed buns taste like, look at what’s wrong with my steamed buns.”

Qin Congwen took the steamed bun and took a big bite against the heat.

Chew once and swallow once.

Oh my gosh, this is what fermented steamed buns taste like!

The steamed bun seller in the next block whose name I can’t remember was simply a waste of money!

"Huaihuai!" Qin Congwen said sincerely, "You lack confidence!"
Chapter completed!