The Little Lucky Girl

Sure enough, the next day Ming Youyou went to the women who were sewing shoe soles under the big tree and took a look around, and found out everything he wanted to know.

"It is said that when Uncle Zhang was young, he and his master fled to our place to escape famine, but his master died before they could settle down. Uncle Zhang felt that it was because his master left all the food for him on the road that his health collapsed, so he blamed himself very much."

"Besides, he has only learned half of the craft from his master and hasn't even learned how to make steamed buns. He feels that if he can't pass on the craft, he won't be able to face his master even after he dies."

"So he said he wanted to find a son-in-law who could make steamed buns. It's a pity that Sister Zhang is old enough, but she is still being forced to hold back on finding a husband."

"What is steamed bun?" asked Zheng Huan and the other two.

Ming Youyou shrugged, "I don't know. They say it's a kind of food that looks like steamed buns, but no one here has seen it."

I haven’t even seen it, so where can I find someone who can do it?

I'm afraid this matter has become Uncle Zhang's obsession, and it may be difficult to break it.

Several people silently sympathized with Mr. Luo in their hearts, and then after dinner they went back to copying books.

When Ming Youyou returned to the room, the system flashed and said, "The courses in the research institute have content introducing steamed buns. I'm not sure if it's the same as yours. Do you want to take a look?"

"Hey, there really is such a thing," Ming Youyou was very surprised. She was also curious about how delicious the thing that Uncle Zhang had been thinking about for half his life was. "Open it quickly and let me see."

The system called up the video for playback, but the video was interrupted after only 30 seconds.

Ming Youyou was confused. She had never encountered such a situation before. She asked the system, "Are you out of energy again? Do you want me to recite to you?"

The system said: "This course has not been unlocked yet. You can only read the introduction now."

The institute had strict requirements for course arrangements and was afraid that she would find it difficult and lose interest.

Ming Youyou is still young and her hands don’t have enough strength, so she planned to learn courses like making steamed buns later.

"What if I want to learn now?"

The system said: "Host, please take a look at the terms and conditions."

Ming Youyou felt a headache, "There are so many words in the terms and conditions." She had seen it several times before when the system was upgraded. Each time, there were many pages of very small words. She couldn't understand it after reading for a long time. She couldn't help but complain whether it was intended for people to understand it or not.

The system still called it up for her, "The host should strive to learn to find useful information from useless things."

"Okay," she clicked to open it helplessly, and then asked in surprise: "Did you choose the wrong file?"

The instructions in front of me only had a few lines of text, with the key points marked in different colors. "How come this instruction is so beautiful, with pictures?"

The system confirmed that there were no errors, and I could only sigh that the research institute was so thoughtful.

Ming Youyou quickly found a way to unlock the computer: she could send a message to explain the reason and apply for unlocking...

She scratched her head, how should she write this?

I feel that everything I write should be very literary, just like the notice issued by the county government. It should sound confusing and make people not understand a word of it.

She held it in for a long time, until her face turned red, but she still couldn't utter a word. In the end, she just said whatever she wanted to say.

She wanted to know if this thing called "Mo" was difficult to make. If it was not difficult, she would make it to taste and give it to Uncle Zhang, asking him not to embarrass herself or Sister Zhang. Then Sister Zhang would be happy, and Mr. Luo would also be happy, and maybe he would be more willing to teach them how to write storybooks...

Ming Youyou went to bed after sending her application. She didn’t know that the project team of the research institute had to work overtime because of her incoherent email.

After they communicated with her system and figured out the relationship between Uncle Zhang and others mentioned in the email, the project team forwarded the content to Dean Gu. The old man laughed and said, "I didn't expect that we could be related to a marriage over there."

The secretary said, "We think the skills that Uncle Zhang has not yet learned should be similar to our 'mutton soup steamed buns', but in Mr. Sun's case...why don't we contact his apprentice?"

Mr. Sun is different from Mr. Qin. He pays close attention to the activities of the research institute, but his body is not adapted to the climate of the imperial capital and he gets nosebleeds every time he comes here.

Although all the examinations were done and there was nothing wrong with his body, it was still hard for everyone to see an old man with a bleeding nose.

Dean Gu thought for a moment and said, "Let's notify Old Sun first. Let him decide who wants to come."

Ming Youyou woke up, stretched, touched the corner of his mouth and felt a little wet, then asked the system: "Am I dreaming?"

System: "I dreamed about eating steamed buns all night."

Ming Youyou smacked her lips and said, "I really want to try it."

It is said that the brain works best in the early morning. She immediately thought of Zheng Dao’s newly opened online store and immediately became excited. “Do you think he has it?”

The system actually found a set meal called "Mutton Soup with Steamed Buns". Everyone was very happy and placed an order for it immediately.

The mutton soup had a strong smell, and the system felt that it was unsafe to take it out given Feng Xu's dog nose, so it just gave her the paper package with the word "mo" written on it.

Ming Youyou unpacked the item swiftly, then stared blankly at the item in her hand.

Is this steamed bun? It looks like the pancakes they have here, but the color is much whiter.

She broke it open and smelled it. The aroma of wheat made her feel hungry.

So she stopped hesitating and took a big bite.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" The system was also quite curious.

Ming Youyou chewed it and frowned, "It seems to be made of dead dough, not as soft as steamed buns. And why does it feel undercooked? It's not cooked enough."

She was a little bit discouraged. This was probably not the steamed bun that Uncle Zhang wanted. Alas, there was no way to help Luo Xiucai please his future father-in-law.

Although it’s not as delicious as I imagined, it’s made of white flour after all, and is much better than their black steamed buns.

She decided to sneak into the kitchen to get a piece of pickled vegetable to eat, but just as she went out, she found a figure falling in front of her, and then he grabbed her and took her up to the sky.

Ming Youyou was so scared that she was about to scream, but a big hand covered her mouth, and it seemed that the person who covered it had no experience, and also covered her nose tightly.

She tried desperately to slap the man's arms with her hands, but it was of no use. Just when she was about to faint, they finally landed and the man let her go.

Seeing her pale face, the man was also a little frightened and hurried to help her calm down. Only then did she see clearly that the bad guy was actually Jia Er.

Jia Er saw that she had recovered her breath and smiled awkwardly, "I used to cover adults, so I'm not used to your small face."

Ming Youyou glared at him.

When she regained her strength, she immediately stood up and kicked Jiaer a few times. Jiaer grimaced and screamed exaggeratedly, but did not fight back.

Ming Youyou pouted at him a few more times and angrily asked, "Did you go to the toilet this morning and didn't wash your hands?"

Jia Er's face turned red and he ran away again.

Ming Youyou was a little dumbfounded. What was the point of leaving her here alone?