Under Qiao Mu's oppression, he was almost whipped out and whipped him, Gu Daliang finally kneaded most of the large dough.

That's right, only half.

Because he asked him to continue kneading, Qiaomu should not be too late to sell buns. At that time, he would delay his business in vain, so Qiaomu could only use it himself to quickly knead the remaining dough that he had not kneaded, and then teach him to make buns.

It doesn't matter, you can learn while fighting.

Baobaozi is not a mathematics and physics. Mathematical physics may be really powerless and I can’t learn it. However, Baobaozi, as long as the head is not damaged and the IQ is not a problem, there is absolutely no problem of not being able to pack it. If it is not good enough to pack it, either you don’t work hard or you don’t fight.

Anyway, under Qiao Mu's strict pressure and unceremonious encouragement, Gu Daliang spent half an hour learning the basic bread making. Although he could not compare with skilled workers, he could at least take it out to meet people. He had to eat and learn a little bit by bit. Qiao Mu didn't expect him to reach the top in one step, so just take it slowly.

As long as you can see progress.

After I finished packing all the buns and steaming them all, the time was ten minutes slower than usual than Qiao Mu did it alone. However, there was nothing I could do. The skilled worker would definitely be faster than the speed of bringing an apprentice. Fortunately, ten minutes were not too delayed, and I had to wait for Gu Heng to come back.

When Qiao Mu packed all the buns and covered the quilt with a small quilt in the basket, Gu Heng rushed in with a panic look on his face, running out of breath.

It was as if someone was chasing him.

"Grandma, are you okay..."

Although he had long known that his grandmother's force might be stronger than him, due to the psychological shadow of so many years, when he was on the way back, he heard his neighbor say that his father was back, he ran back in panic, trying to see if his grandmother was fine.

Then I saw his father standing next to his grandma in a very magical way, and even carrying a basket with one hand. At first glance, it seemed like he was going out to sell buns with his grandma.

"Xiaoheng, I'm fine.

Come and help me carry the buns together. And you, Daliang, you don’t need to help sell these buns, so you can stay at home safely. If you are hungry, you will have two buns left in the pot.

Don't think of making any trouble for me.

If you dare to have any bad ideas, I can find you even if I chase you to the ends of the world.

In the future, you either help me, I will pay you some salary and pocket money, or you will go out to find work by yourself. At that time, I will not care about how much money you earn, and you will be responsible for your own food and drink.

I don't ask you for any pension money either.

Just support yourself.

Xiaoheng doesn't need you to raise.

I can afford it.

Think about what to do at home.

Xiaoheng, let's go."

After saying that, Qiaomu turned around and went out with four baskets of buns in both hands. Gu Heng took the basket of buns from his father without even saying hello, and took the remaining basket of buns to his hand, and went out with Qiaomu.

In the past, they couldn't sell so many buns late, but Qiao Mu's skills were far inferior to the Imperial Chef. Even if he didn't have any thoughts, the buns he made were far more flavorful than other families around him. This is how they made. Now many people don't make dinner late and come to buy her buns to eat. As a result, the sales volume naturally increased rapidly.

If it weren't for Qiaomu, I wouldn't want to be too tired.

I guess I can sell it out even if I make two more baskets.

After Qiao Mu and the others left, Gu Daliang sat in the chair in a little confused manner, looking at the strange and familiar environment around him, and recalling his son's guarded against him. For a moment, he looked a little dazed, and he saw himself more than 20 years ago. He seemed to be like that more than 20 years ago, as if he had seen his father so cautiously.

When does the story begin to reincarnate?

He can't remember it any longer.

I only know that he has changed.

Become like his father.

Become the person he hated the most back then.

Time flies, maybe his wife is right, maybe his wife is right to leave him.

Reminiscing, recalling.

Tears couldn't help but seep out from the corners of his eyes.

But it was erased in a flash.

Become at a loss.

He was in a mess in the past and lived a day after day, so he was naturally at ease. But now he was awake and suddenly remembered that he seemed to know nothing, like a useless man, and he lacked the confidence to truly burn his boat.

When Qiao Mu and Gu Heng sold out the buns and came back again, the first thing they saw when they saw Gu Daliang, who was sitting at the table with his pupils a little blank and lost his mind, and he seemed a little confused.

"What are you stunned?

Forget it, Xiaoheng, go back to the house to do your homework. Remember to exercise for a while after finishing your homework, then wash and go to bed, don’t delay too late.”

Qiaomu didn't know how to read minds, so she knew that her son was already a little regretful.

At this time, I was completely disappointed with him.

So in the end, I didn't say much.

Just let my grandson go back to the house soon.

Then I went to prepare the filling and noodles needed to make buns tomorrow morning. All of them have to be prepared in advance late, because if I get up early tomorrow, I will not be able to hurry up.

All of these were done in advance, and you had to get up at around 3 o'clock in the early stage. If you didn't do these things, wouldn't you have to get up at one or two o'clock in the middle of the night?

I can't live anymore if I do this.

"Mom, what do you think I can do?"

Just as Gu Heng turned around and went into the house to do his homework, Gu Daliang suddenly asked in a daze.

Qiao Mu couldn't help but pause, then looked him down, shook his head and sighed:

“There are not many things that can be done.

Now you can only work hard to do some hard work, and you can't do it for a few years even in your forties.

What do you think you can do?

More than 20 years ago, I asked you to learn the craftsmanship from others and let you learn from carpenters, but you didn’t learn it if you were tired. What’s the use of regretting it now?

What can you do at the level of elementary school graduation?

Now factories are going bankrupt everywhere, and they can’t do anything. Why don’t they want young people? You are so old that you ask me what you can do, why don’t you ask yourself?

What do you know?

Either go to the construction site to work hard labor and learn more.

Or make buns with me.

Choose your own choice.”

Of course, Qiao Mu had other ways. He could just take a secret recipe for braised ingredients in his hand. As long as he did a good job of keeping the secret, it would be enough for him to eat for the rest of his life.

However, it is rare to see that he seems to have a little enlightenment and regret. If he doesn't let him suffer more at this time, wouldn't he be useless to do the previous operations? So he has to wait a little longer.
Chapter completed!