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Under the pressure of Qiao Mu who was about to whip him out with a whip, Gu Daliang finally kneaded more than half of the large ball of dough.
That¡¯s right, just more than half.
Because if he continued kneading, Qiao Mu would not be able to make time to sell buns in the evening, and his business would be wasted. So Qiao Mu could only quickly knead the remaining dough by himself, and then teach him how to make buns. .
It doesn¡¯t matter, you can learn while playing.
Making buns is not mathematics and physics. In mathematical physics, you may be really helpless and cannot learn it. But for making buns, as long as there is no damage to the head and no problem with IQ, then there is absolutely no problem of not being able to make buns. If you can't do it well, , either he didn¡¯t work hard or he didn¡¯t fight.
Anyway, under Qiao Mu's strict pressure and unceremonious prodding, Gu Daliang spent half an hour learning the basics of making steamed buns. Although he couldn't compare with skilled workers, at least he could show it to others. He has to eat slowly and learn little by little. Qiao Mu doesn¡¯t expect him to reach the top in one step, so he just needs to take his time.
As long as you can see progress.
By the time all the buns were wrapped and steamed, the time was actually ten minutes slower than usual when Qiao Mu did it alone. But there was nothing that could be done about it. A skilled worker would definitely be able to do things faster than It would be faster to lead an apprentice. Fortunately, ten minutes is not too much of a delay. Anyway, we have to wait for Gu Heng to come back together.
When Qiao Mu packed all the buns and put the quilt on the basket, Gu Heng rushed in with a panic on his face, running out of breath.
It¡¯s like someone is chasing him.
"Grandma, are you okay"
Although he already knew that his grandma might be stronger than him, due to the psychological shadow of the past many years, when he heard the neighbor say that his father was back on the way back, he still couldn't help but panic and ran quickly. I came back and wanted to see if his grandma was okay.
¡°Then he saw his father miraculously standing next to his grandma, even holding a basket with one hand. At first glance, it seemed that he was going out to sell steamed buns with his grandma.
"Xiao Heng, I'm fine.
Come here and help me carry the buns. And you, Daliang, I don¡¯t need your help to sell these buns. You can stay at home safely for me. If you are hungry, there will be two buns left in the pot for you.
¡°Don¡¯t even think about causing any trouble for me.
If you dare to come up with any bad ideas, I can find you even if I chase you to the ends of the earth.
From now on, you can either help me and I will give you some salary and pocket money, or you can go out and find work on your own. I won¡¯t care how much money you make, you will be responsible for your own food and drink.
I don¡¯t want any pension money from you either.
You just have to support yourself.
"Xiao Heng doesn't need you to raise him."
I can afford it.
Think about the future at home.
Xiao Heng, let¡¯s go. "
After saying that, Qiao Mu carried four big baskets of buns in both hands and turned around to go out. Gu Heng also took the basket of buns from his father without saying hello, and carried the remaining basket of buns to the With his own hands, he went out with Qiao Mu.
In the past, they couldn't sell so many buns at night, but Qiao Mu's craftsmanship is far inferior to that of the imperial chef. Even if he doesn't put any effort, the taste of the buns he makes is far better than other people around him. This is how he builds his reputation. , now many people don¡¯t make dinner at night, but come to buy her steamed buns to eat. As a result, the sales volume has naturally increased rapidly.
If it weren¡¯t for Qiao Mu, I wouldn¡¯t want to be too tired.
It is estimated that if I make two more baskets, they will be sold out.
After Qiao Mu and the others left, Gu Daliang sat down on a chair in confusion, looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar environment around him, and recalling how his son was wary of him. For a moment, his expression was a little dazed, and he looked around in a daze. When it comes to himself more than 20 years ago, he seems to be the same as he was more than 20 years ago, as if he had once looked at his father so warily.
When did the story begin to turn around?
He can no longer remember clearly.
¡°I just know that he has changed.
Becoming like his father.
Became the person he hated most back then.
Time flies, maybe his wife is right, maybe, his wife is right to leave him.
Remembering, remembering.
There were tears in the corners of his eyes.
But it was erased in an instant.
Became overwhelmed.
In the past, he was in chaos, muddle along day after day, so natural and comfortable, but now that he was sober, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to know nothing, like a useless person, knowing nothing, lacking the confidence to truly make a desperate move. .
When Qiao Mu and Gu Heng came back after selling out the buns, the first thing they saw upon entering was Gu, who was sitting blankly at the table, his pupils a little vacant, and his whole person looking vaguely confused. Daliang.
"What are you doing?
"Forget it, Xiao Heng, go back to the house and do your homework. After you finish your homework, remember to exercise for a while, then wash up and go to bed. Don't delay it too late. "
Qiao Mu can¡¯t read minds, so she didn¡¯t know that her son had some vague regrets.
At this time, I was completely disappointed with him.
So in the end I didn¡¯t say much.
I just asked my grandson to go back to the house quickly.
Then I went to prepare the fillings and noodles needed to make the buns tomorrow morning. These have to be prepared in advance at night, because if I get up early tomorrow morning and make them now, I won¡¯t be able to catch up with the time.
¡°These are all done in advance, but we still have to get up at three o¡¯clock in the morning. If we don¡¯t do these, we will have to get up at one or two in the middle of the night.
I can't live like this.
"Mom, what do you think I can do?"
¡°The moment after Gu Heng turned around and went into the room to do his homework, Gu Daliang suddenly asked calmly.
Qiao Mu couldn¡¯t help but pause, then looked him up and down, shook his head and sighed:
¡°There¡¯s not much you can do.
Now you can only work hard to do some hard work, and you won't be able to do it for a few years in your forties.
What do you think you can do?
¡°More than twenty years ago, I asked you to learn masonry skills from others, and I asked you to learn from carpenters, but you didn¡¯t learn because you were too tired. What¡¯s the use of regretting it now?
What can you do with a primary school degree?
Factories are closing down everywhere now, and everyone knows nothing. Why don¡¯t people want young people? If they want someone as old as you, ask me what you can do, why don¡¯t you ask yourself.
what can you do?
Or go to the construction site to work hard and learn more.
Or just make buns with me.
It¡¯s your choice. "
Of course, Qiao Mu has other ways. He can just hand out a secret recipe for marinade. As long as he keeps it secret well, it will be enough for him to eat for a lifetime.
"However, it's rare to see him now seem to have some sense of regret and repentance. If we don't let him suffer more at this time, the previous operations will be in vain, so we have to wait.
Wait a few years and see what it looks like. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com