Chapter 1793 Sweet-Scented Osmanthus Buns

Chapter 1792

The so-called is a little different, to put it bluntly, it is neither human nor ghost!

Yuan Jun didn't want to mention this matter again, so he quickly changed the topic: "There are still two hours before sunset, let's go, I will take you to eat!"

Gongsun Shuo swallowed hard, and said, "Eat? Is there something for us to eat here?"

Yuan Jun nodded: "Of course, although this is a gathering place for ghosts, people will come here occasionally, so in this Wangchuan Valley, there must be a shop that specializes in selling food for us!"

Although everyone had no appetite, they still followed Yuan Jun involuntarily. Everyone is curious. Everyone wants to know whether there is really such a place as Yuan Jun said in this Wangchuan Valley. , if there is, what exactly is the food sold in the store?

I have to say that Wangchuan Valley is really big, the streets are wide enough, the shops are tidy, and the ground is also very clean. Except that the buildings look old, everything else is perfect.

After walking through three streets, when they turned into the fourth street, a strong scent of sweet-scented osmanthus hit their nostrils. The scent was sweet and strong, accompanied by bursts of wheat.

Xia Yuanqiu was very familiar with this smell, it was the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus buns.

She used to eat it a lot, and it was my grandfather's specialty. He was very good at wrapping this kind of sweet-scented osmanthus-flavored buns.

Jiang Xin also smelled it, took Xia Yuanqiu's hand and said, "Yuanqiu, this taste is exactly the same as the sweet-scented osmanthus buns made by your grandfather, it's really delicious."

Gongsun Shuo said: "Aren't all sweet-scented osmanthus steamed buns the same? This way you can smell the same as Yuan Qiu's grandfather's steamed buns?"

Jiang Xin said: "You don't understand, different baking techniques, the taste and aroma of the steamed stuffed buns are naturally different, this flavor is clearly the same as that made by Yuan Qiu's grandfather."

Jiang Xin didn't understand either, Yuan Qiu told her these things, Yuan Qiu is also a master at cooking, although the sweet-scented osmanthus steamed buns she made were delicious, they tasted different from her grandfather's.

Xia Yuanqiu didn't say a word, but his pace quickened a lot.

In an unremarkable shop at the end of the street, they saw busy figures behind steaming cages.

Xia Yuanqiu was a little disappointed, the person in front of her was obviously not the person she thought in her heart, the person in front of her was busy between the stoves, it was a white-haired old man, not the father she was familiar with, let alone the grandfather she was familiar with.

Zhu Yan squeezed Xia Yuanqiu's palm as a sign of comfort, and then said, "Shopkeeper, bring us two baskets of buns."

The old man looked up at them, with obvious surprise in his eyes, but he didn't ask anything, he just quietly took two cages of buns, put them in a large white plate, piled them up high, and brought them to a simple table of the Eight Immortals Go up, without saying anything, turned around and went back between the stoves.

Jiang Xin grabbed a bun in her hand, took a big bite, and after swallowing, she hurriedly said: "This taste, this taste is really exactly the same!"

Xia Yuanqiu also caught one and tasted it, and it was really similar, really similar, but not as exaggerated as Jiang Xin said, not exactly the same, just enough to be true.

Xia Yuanqiu came to the stove and asked the old man, "Old man, who taught you how to make sweet-scented osmanthus buns?"

The old man finally stopped what he was doing, turned around to face Xia Yuanqiu, stared at her twice, and said, "Why do you ask that?"