Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 56 - Mouthwateringly Oily Meat Buns (2)_1

Chapter 56 -56: Mouthwateringly Oily Meat Buns (2)_1

Chapter 56 -56: Mouthwateringly Oily Meat Buns (2)_1

“Elder sister, the buns you wrapped are so pretty.” Lin Wei took the small bun made by her big sister and looked at it over and over in her palm; the buns their mother used to make were all oblong, just pinching the dough together was enough.

She had no idea that buns could be made this beautiful.

“Aren’t all buns the same?

As long as they’re edible, that’s all that matters,” Lin Yuan chatted with her younger sister while her hands kept busy, and in no time, she had wrapped about a dozen buns.

“Elder sister, I think if the food is made to look attractive, you’ll enjoy eating it more, love it more, and it will taste even better,” Wei remarked.

Hearing her sister’s words, Lin Yuan couldn’t help but smile ear to ear, “That’s called having an appetite.”

“What’s an appetite?” Xiao Linshuang, who had been watching, finally took her eyes off the meat buns and looked at her elder sister in confusion.

“Appetite is when you haven’t started eating yet, but just by looking at the food, you feel extremely, extremely hungry and really, really want to eat it.”

“Oh, I get it now,” Xiao Linshuang clapped her hands, pointing at the buns in the pot and said with a laugh, “It’s like how I see these buns and feel super, super hungry, and really, really want to eat them!

I have an appetite too, I have an appetite!”

“Haha, right, you little glutton,” amused by Xiao Linshuang’s greedy look, the sisters also wanted to learn to wrap buns from their elder sister, but the first attempt did not turn out as well as hers.

Wei’s attempt was somewhat passable, but Xiao Linshuang’s bun looked nothing like it should, limp and floppy, leading Wei to tease her about it being a pile of mud that couldn’t stand up.

Belittled by her sister as completely useless, Xiao Linshuang puffed up her little cheeks and huffed, “Hmph, even though I can’t make it as good as elder sister, I too have dreams.”

Lin Yuan burst into laughter.

“Dreams” was a topic they had just talked about the night before while the three sisters were chatting before bed.

Her dream was to earn lots of money and open a restaurant, Lin Wei intended to inherit Lady Liu’s embroidery skills and wanted to open an embroidery shop.

When they asked Xiao Linshuang about her dream, the sleepy Little Lazy Pig only hummed twice before falling asleep, and she had forgotten about it when she woke up the next day.

Lin Yuan had thought that this five-year-old little girl had no sense of the future, but it seemed she really did have one.

Since the buns were already in the pot, the three sisters sat together, tending the fire and chatting.

Lin Yuan, smiling, asked her, “So what’s your dream?”

The little girl, who was usually giggly and fixated on food, became unusually serious and, propping up her little arms, said earnestly, “My dream is to become a doctor who is extremely, extremely skilled, even more skilled than the doctor who treated father’s leg.

I want to cure father’s leg, and mother’s illness, and the illness of my little brother.

If I knew how to treat sicknesses, my little brother wouldn’t have died so soon.”

As she spoke, Xiao Linshuang’s big eyes filled with tears.

She didn’t remember much from when her little brother died; these were things she overhead later as Lady Yang made difficulties for her mother, yet she had truly taken them to heart.

Lin Yuan stroked her well-behaved younger sister, looking out over the bleak, monotonous courtyard, knowing that as long as her family was together, the future would surely be better.

As the sisters talked, the buns in the pot began to emit a fragrant aroma.

Lin Yuan lifted the lid of the big pot, and a billow of white steam rushed up to greet her, followed by an unprecedented fragrance.

Xiao Linshuang exclaimed excitedly, her saliva almost flowing out.

Knowing her to be the biggest food-lover, Lin Yuan quickly served a bun into a bowl for her.

The little girl cried out that it was hot, but still nibbled away, her mouth smeared with oil, unable to even speak her praises.

Lin Wei also started eating, and for the first time in her life, indulged in the delicious, juicy buns.

Lin Yuan served five buns each for their parents inside the house.

Her buns weren’t small, and Lin Jiaxin, who had a big appetite, felt stuffed after eating five.

With two layers of buns in one big pot, there must have been several dozen.

Lin Yuan then packed ten for Lanhua’s house and another ten for Gui Zhi’s sister-in-law, and delivered them one by one.

As Lanhua ate the buns, she kept praising Lin Yuan, saying she should become a chef.

After a filling and satisfying dinner of buns, the three sisters practiced their writing for a while before going to bed.

Lin Yuan was full of anticipation for the cold noodles she planned to make tomorrow.