For several days, the Jiang family home was filled with an especially enticing aroma.
Mrs. Jiang had been resting at home these days, and the delicious smell made her crave meat so badly, but Anning wouldn't allow it, insisting she only drink porridge, which made Mrs. Jiang's cravings even worse.
These days, Jiang Anping has gotten fatter from eating stuffed buns.
Even Mr. Jiang, who came home late, when he smelled the lingering fragrance, wished he could eat a few more buns.
An Nan had been experimenting for a few days, adjusting the filling recipe several times until he found the best ratio and confidently went out to look for a shop, checking the market.
Anning had also been pondering matters these days.
She had handed over the documents and had also made some money, plus the money in Xiao Yuan's card was not small by any means.
But Anning felt the money was still too little, it was never enough for anything, so she started thinking about the stock market again.
