The aroma of the buns was exceptionally domineering.
The threadlike flour fragrance spread out, full of the robustness and softness of steam, permeated by the scent of the meat sauce inside, slowly lingering from the kitchen to the whole house.
She Min had brought the buns back, but it was her first time smelling this aroma, and now even without drinking water, her stomach started to contract and rumble.
So hungry!
"How much longer to steam them..."
Mrs. She couldn't bring herself to say anything like "Eat something else to stave it off," and muttered while staring at the pot, "Still need about 15 minutes..."
Oh come on! Mr. She became anxious: "It's a steaming pot on an induction cooker, no way it takes so long!"
Thinking about the price of the buns, Mrs. She swallowed: "These sell for 68, our family can't bear to buy them, but do people really buy them..."
They absolutely do!
