Huo Jingrui gave her a reassuring look: "Don't worry, we'll make sure they're satisfied."
The ingredients were prepared yesterday; a big pot of eight-treasure porridge was simmered, and dough with mixed flour was left to rise, part of it for steamed buns and part for twisted rolls.
You ask why not make pure white flour ones, well, to keep it low-profile. This mixed flour is seventy percent white flour and thirty percent cornmeal; it's quite tasty.
Yunyi finished washing and packed the things she and Huo Jingrui needed to take. Just as she stepped out of the yard, she heard someone knocking on the front door.
Busy in the kitchen, Huo Jingrui also came out upon hearing the commotion and opened the door before Yunyi: "You all sure come early."
The person, seeing Huo Jingrui, grinned broadly: "Comrade Huo, we meet again."
Huo Jingrui smiled and invited them in: "Come on in."
He then addressed the man behind: "Really appreciate your help this time."
