Chapter 163: Chapter 163: These Buns Are Unbeatable in the Pastry World

For example: "You’re such an idiot. How could someone as smart as me give birth to a thing that does nothing but cry? Get out of my sight!"

"You worthless thing!"

"I should have strangled you at birth. You’re so annoying!"

Whenever Yang Yixue made that face, Tongtong knew she was angry.

When her father was working,

she would always hide under the bed, not daring to make a sound.

Jiang Dahai retorted unhappily, "You’re a big boss. Can’t you find a place to get a massage? What’s the big idea, bullying a child here?"

Yang Yixue’s temper flared, and she slammed her hand on the table. "Tongtong isn’t your daughter! She’s my daughter. Are you saying I, her own mother, can’t even order her around?"

Since things had come to this, she felt there was no need to hold back anymore. She wouldn’t let this family of paupers bully her!

Although Jiang Liu had made a little money, her deep-seated superiority complex still made her see it as just peanuts. A few hundred thousand? Compared to her, it was nothing.

’Just a family of paupers!’

Jiang Dahai stood up in anger.

Lin Qiu pulled him back and said sarcastically,

"Someone like you is worthy of the title ’mother’? Why don’t you take a good look at yourself? You have no education. You got lucky and married into our family, used our money to start your business, and then after you made money, you used your daughter to trade for my son’s house. Now that my son is making money, you’re using your daughter to trade for a recipe."

"If you hadn’t gotten pregnant back then, do you really think you could have married into my family? To put it bluntly, you’ve used your daughter to get everything you have, and now you think it’s your right to order her around. What have you ever given Tongtong?!"

As she spoke, Lin Qiu slammed the table even harder, making a loud SLAM! SLAM!

Yang Yixue was stunned by the verbal assault. Her face turned livid several times as she tried to speak, but she couldn’t find any reason to rebut.

"I can’t be bothered with you people!"

Tossing out a face-saving remark, she pulled a long face and sat down by the door.

Jiang Liu gave Tongtong a look.

Tongtong nodded seriously.

She rushed over to Lin Qiu’s legs and said in her childish voice, "Grandma, it’s okay. Let’s not be angry. We won’t stoop to her level, okay?"

Tongtong, the little tool, was back online.

"Alright! Our Tongtong is so sensible, much more so than some people."

Lin Qiu picked Tongtong up and gently tapped her little nose.

She felt much better.

Just then, the light rain outside began to fall a little harder.

The damp smell of rain slipped in through the cracks of the glass door.

You could almost smell the earthworms.

When Yang Yixue heard what her daughter said, she almost fainted from anger.

’What does she mean? Don’t stoop to my level?’

’Heh!’

’It just goes to show what kind of people are raising her now.’

’I haven’t seen her for a few days, and she’s already become so rude, daring to talk to her own mother like that!’

’Forget it. I’ll just pretend my daughter is dead, that I never gave birth to that thing.’

Yang Yixue sighed as she watched the pedestrians walking in twos and threes on the street. ’Maybe leaving this family full of internal strife was the right choice after all,’ she thought.

At the same time, she sneered at Jun Qingmeng in her heart.

’Just you wait. After you have a child, you’ll see your in-laws’ ugly true colors!’

「The dough had risen.」

After rolling out the dough skins,

Jiang Liu began to wrap the buns.

He casually picked up a dough skin with his left hand, while his right hand smoothly scooped up a spoonful of filling.

A spread, a grasp, a pinch.

The bun was formed.

The pleated pattern was flawless, resembling a small whirlpool.

The skin was of uniform thickness, and the resulting little bun was plump and white, like a work of art.

Everyone present was stunned.

That speed, that technique—it was incredible!

Yang Yixue and Old Xiang were also dumbfounded.

’You can make buns like that? One every two seconds?’

’And the problem is, they look so good, too!’

Wang Cheng praised, "This is the first time I’ve seen Mr. Jiang make buns. It’s a real feast for the eyes."

Chen Shumei nodded.

She was very surprised.

Jiang Liu glanced at the astonished group, feeling a bit exasperated.

In his opinion, wrapping the buns was the part of the process that required the least skill and experience.

In less than five minutes, Jiang Liu had wrapped fifty buns for each of the two types of filling.

He placed the buns in the steamer.

Turning to Old Xiang, he said, "Did you get it?"

Old Xiang nodded confidently. "More or less. Just write down the detailed recipe for me."

The process didn’t seem complicated to him; he was even thinking about how to improve it.

He couldn’t help but think, ’Is that all? There’s something to it, but it’s nothing amazing. Anyone with hands could do it.’

1:55.

The buns were steamed.

Jiang Liu brought out the buns, glanced at the time, and said, "It’s already been forty minutes. Please hurry up. I still have to open for business this afternoon."

Old Xiang, the portly chef, was the first to pick up a chive and egg bun to taste. He was initially nonchalant.

The next moment, however, his taste buds were conquered!

The sublime texture and flavor made his pupils contract in shock.

’Heavens!’

’This flavor...!!’

’It’s simply unbeatable in the world of pastry!’

He was utterly shocked.

He tried to calm his chaotic thoughts. ’This chive and egg recipe might be the worst one Jiang Liu has. He also knows how to make the fruit juice and tuna ones!’

Old Xiang was on the verge of asking to become his apprentice,

but his pride wouldn’t allow it.

He thought to himself, ’I’ll have to study the video carefully when I get back and do my best to learn it. Maybe someday I can even show off this skill at an international banquet.’

"I’ll try one too."

It was Yang Yixue’s first time eating one of Jiang Liu’s buns. She hadn’t paid them much mind before. The lines were always long, and her employees had tried to buy some a few times but failed.

She disdainfully picked up a piping-hot bun. With a gentle squeeze, a rich, white, fragrant steam puffed out from the pleated pattern at the top.

’Hm?’

She furrowed her brow.

’So fragrant...’

’The aroma of the egg is a little special!’

Yang Yixue took a small bite, and the next moment, her face was a mask of disbelief.

The moisture in the chives was perfectly locked in. With one bite came a rush of light, fragrant juice, crisp chives, and soft, tender egg.

The saltiness and umami were perfectly balanced. There was nothing to fault.

"So? Is there a problem with the taste?"

Jiang Liu urged.

"It’s... it’s fine. No problem."

Yang Yixue stammered.

She felt even more regretful.

’There’s no problem at all!’

’Jiang Liu sells these for two yuan? No wonder so many people buy them.’

’If their relationship wasn’t so strained, she’d want to come and line up every day. These buns were addictive!’

"Boss Jiang, I’ll try a few more."

After eating the first one, Old Xiang didn’t want to stop.

He wished he could eat a hundred of them right now.

Yang Yixue was already on her second bun, the fennel and egg one.

Its flavor was also flawless.

’Five-star quality!’

The two of them entered a frantic harvesting mode.

In no time, the thirty buns that had been brought out were wiped clean.

"Not bad," Old Xiang said, trying to save face.

After all, he was a senior in the field. Even if he wanted more, he had to be reserved.

Yang Yixue asked, "No problems, right, Old Xiang?"

"No problem. With the recipe, I can make them when I get back. I can even make some improvements on top of the base. I think it might be better to make the buns bigger and sell them for a higher price."

Yang Yixue was pleasantly surprised. "Great! Thanks for your hard work, Old Xiang. You’re the hero of the day!"

Jiang Liu, standing to the side, frowned in displeasure. "Are you two done? If you’re done, let’s complete the rest of the agreement. I have other things to do."

Having them critique his recipe right in front of him annoyed Jiang Liu quite a bit.

"Fine, no problem."

Yang Yixue smiled and nodded, willingly cooperating with Wang Cheng to complete the final steps.

As she did, she couldn’t help but sneer smugly in her heart.

’Just you wait, just you wait!’

’Once I have the recipe, the class divide between Jiang Liu and me will be set in stone.’