"Why on earth did you buy so much flour at once? I still have some left that we haven't finished." Wen Xiu couldn't help but sigh when she saw her eldest son, Zhang Wei Qiang, carry a huge fifty-jin sack of flour into her kitchen. "Your dad and I aren't big fans of steamed buns. How long will it take us to get through all this flour? If the weather gets any warmer, it won't keep. What a waste it would be if it gets infested with bugs."
"Mom, it was Little Sis who asked me to buy this. She plans to try making some meat buns, vegetable buns, and plain steamed buns to sell. This much flour won't even last a few days," Zhang Wei Qiang explained with a smile.
"Selling steamed buns?" Wen Xiu was dumbfounded. "That's just ridiculous. Homemade buns are passable enough for us to eat, but who would actually pay for them if you try to sell them?"
