Soon, the flour was ground and brought back. Before they left for the mill, Lian Manman had instructed them that it just needed a coarse grind, so when they opened the bag and saw the slightly coarse, husk-colored wheat flour inside, Lian Manman wasn't surprised. On the contrary, she was very pleased. And the faint wheat fragrance that wafted out as soon as the bag was opened made her even more satisfied.
Lian Shouxin, Lady Zhang, Wu Lang, Lian Zhizhi, and Xiao Qi also gathered around to look. The home-ground wheat flour wasn't as white and fine as the flour bought from grain stores, yet this wheat aroma was something the finely milled, long-distance transported white flour lacked.
"It looks pretty good," Lian Shouxin remarked.
With the flour ground, of course, it was time to eat.
"Mother, let's use this flour to steam some buns tonight," Lian Manman suggested.
"Sure," Lady Zhang agreed readily, and scooped a basin of wheat flour to start kneading.
