Chapter 327 - 327: Alkaline Water Is The Soul Of Steamed Buns

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lin Wan wondered if Auntie Bao had done this in her original world. In her world. the steamed hilns were usuallv made with dried vegetables as fillings.

“Mama Bao, did you always make steamed buns?”

“Yes. I remember that when I was young, I used to make steamed buns with my mother and grandmother. Every family in the village would make their steamed buns during the new year. After I… left, I continued making the steamed buns anyway.” She turned to Lin Wan. “Wanwan, when you were little, I made them for the New Year celebrations. I gave some to the neighbors too. Don’t you remember?”

“Oh?” Lin Wan had explained everything to Auntie Bao about another world. It seemed that she hadn’t believed a word of it.

Auntie Bao caught herself in time. She remembered that Lin Wan had gone through something traumatic and had forgotten everything about her past. “Wanwan, if you like it so much, I can make them for you every year!”

“I love them, Mama Bao. The ones I buy from the shops taste completely different. When I was young, my grandmother used to make them for me.”

After Li Yanchen went to her world, Lin Wan thought about her grandmother. However, she had done her research on parallel worlds. Her grandmother couldn’t be alive in this world because she had already passed away so many years ago.

“Alright. The water is ready. I’m going to put them in the steamer and lower them into the water,” said Auntie Bao.

Yang Ruoxi parked the car in the space next to the old house. She carried a basket of corn and dragged her father behind her. He had a bottle of grapeseed oil in his hands.

Yang Ruoxi could smell the delicious, steamed buns from the courtyard. She stood at the main door and peeked inside. The kitchen light was still on, and smoke blew up from the chimney. Auntie Bao must be cooking!

She Imocked and called for Auntie Bao. “Mama Bao?”

Lin Wan was the first to hear it. “Mama Bao, I think someone is calling you.”

“I’ll go take a look,” said Auntie Bao. She wiped her hands on her apron and walked out of the kitchen.

Yang Ruoxi and Yang Yiren were standing outside the courtyard. Auntie Bao didn’t expect the two of them to visit. She was surprised.

Yang Ruoxi couldn’t tell if Auntie Bao was happy or angry.

“Mama Bao, my father had some extra grapeseed oil. He planted the seeds himself,” said Yang Ruoxi hurriedly. “He asked me if he could give you a bottle of it. I thought it would be good if it was delivered fresh.”

Yang Yiren looked at his daughter in confusion. ‘I thought she was here to deliver the corn. Why is she talking about grapeseed oil so suddenly?’

“You’re too kind,” said Auntie Bao. “Come in then. I was just making steamed buns. Wanwan is here too. We can try hot steamed buns right out of the pot!”

Yang Yiren’s heart was finally at ease. “We also brought corn. I grew them myself. We have a nice harvest this year.” He smiled.

“Thank you so much,” said Auntie Bao. “Come in. Don’t stand in the cold.”

Yang Ruoxi was so excited to hear that Lin Wan was also here that she dropped the basket of corn in the living room and ran into the kitchen.

“Wanwan, you’re here!”

“Xixi!”

They hugged each other.

“Come. It’s warm here.” Lin Wan shifted to make room for Yang Ruoxi in front of the fire.

“You reached today too?” asked Yang Ruoxi.

“Yes. It’s not very far, but I don’t feel like driving back and forth. I am staying the night. I want to spend more time with Mama Bao,” said Lin Wan. “Mama Bao went to the field the moment we arrived. He got some radishes and decided to make steamed buns. Doesn’t it smell good?”

“Are these the steamed buns you were talking about in the show?” Yang Ruoxi asked.

Lin Wan had suggested making steamed buns the way they did in the 90s.

Lin Wan nodded. “You came right on time. The steamed buns have been just put into the steamer. Heated steamed buns can’t compare to fresh ones. Guess what kind of fillings the buns have?”

“Shredded radish,” said Yang Ruoxi as she pointed at the bowl with the remaining fillings.

Lin Wan sighed. “I should’ve hidden it.”

Auntie Bao invited Yang Yiren into the kitchen and poured him a cup of tea. She was busy and didn’t have the time to entertain him.

“I can help,” said Yang Yiren.

“Alright.”

Lin Wan and Yang Ruoxi glanced at each other.

“Dad, Wanwan, and I want to go buy something to drink. Can you help Auntie Bao?” asked Yang Ruoxi.

“Yes,” said Lin Wan. “I really want to drink some… fizzy juice.”

The reason Auntie Bao had agreed to let him help was to see if Yang Yiren actually knew his way around the kitchen. If he did, it meant that Yang Yiren wasn’t a man-baby, and he was worthy of trust.

“Oh, the steam is coming out. It’ll be ready in fifteen minutes,” said Yang Yiren. His mother had taught him how to make steamed buns.

His mother made steamed buns every year even though she was old, and he always helped her. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Auntie Bao realized that Yang Yiren still had his mother. She must have taught him well.

“You know this method of steaming buns?”

Yang Yiren nodded. “It’s how my mother likes to make steamed buns. Many people now have ready-made fillings. It doesn’t taste the same.” He sighed. “Xixi doesn’t know how to make it. Maybe someday this method of making steamed buns will disappear.”

“I think there will always be a few people who will continue making steamed buns in this way,” said Auntie Bao. “Maybe the taste will change but steamed buns will still survive. Old Yang, I’ll pack some buns, so you can take them back for your mother. ”

“My mother will like that. Just a few days ago, she was asking me if I could help her make steamed buns this year. I didn’t expect to have them today. Mum loves eating buns with porridge.” Yang Yiren smiled fondly. “Now that she’s old and her teeth have fallen out, she can’t eat steamed buns as she used to. The buns sold outside are softer and better for her teeth, but she won’t have any of that!”

“I don’t like to eat the steamed buns from the stalls either. They aren’t as fragrant. They forget that alkaline water is the soul of steamed buns..”