The aroma wafted downstairs, and evidently, the family living downstairs had a relatively young child, and their window was open.
Standing in the kitchen, Qin Huai could hear the child crying and shouting, "Grandma, I want a steamed bun."
Such a simple yet difficult wish to fulfill.
Xu Cheng didn't say anything; he just patiently waited, waited for Qin Huai to tell him he could eat.
"Mr. Xu, Chief Editor Jiang, the steamed buns should have cooled enough now. Why don't you each have one first? This batch only steamed seven buns, as the steamer is a bit small. I've made quite a few other snacks that you can slowly savor later."
Jiang Yong snapped out of his reverie, nodding repeatedly, while mentally slapping himself, questioning why he never thought of getting a larger steamer for the house over the years.
"Of course, we can. Master Qin, you've worked really hard. I should have invited you to a meal, but instead, I've troubled you to come to my place to make snacks."
