Looking at Chen Huixi, who was sharing the deliciousness of the bun with Chen Huihong with an excited face, Qin Huai was stunned.
Indeed, he was happy to complete this side quest, which had been stuck for who knows how long, but.
This completion was too baffling!
Huixi, isn’t your dream bun supposed to be a Buckwheat Bun?!
Shouldn’t Buckwheat Buns be made from buckwheat flour and wheat flour, and then some other things, fermented with yeast?
This bun of yours is...
Alright, I admit it is indeed buckwheat flour mixed with wheat flour, but...
Putting aside the facts...
This bun theoretically is...
It’s locust flower buns!
Huixi, why didn’t you say earlier that the bun you wanted wasn’t an ordinary Buckwheat Bun, but one made with honey-fermented buckwheat flour buns?!
Qin Huai felt a bit like crying.
Since Qin Luo had been able to clearly express what he wanted to eat, Qin Huai hadn’t been tormented by such abstract food requests for years.
Qin Huai gave Chen Huixi a glance.
Okay, Huixi is only in third grade; she doesn’t even know what honey fermentation is, it’s not her fault.
Blame the damn game system for being too abstract.
If everything went as Qin Huai expected, the last time Chen Huixi ate locust flower buns was in her previous life.
People’s memories don’t carry over through reincarnation, but flavors do.
Qin Huai could only say that the game system was abstract in a way he hadn’t anticipated.
The locust flower buns made a qualitative leap, Zheng Siyuan booked a flight and was returning to Gusu tonight. The saddened Zheng Da knew that after this mishap, there was no hope of taking on apprentices in the short term, so he simply booked a ticket on the same flight as Zheng Siyuan to return. Before leaving, he repeatedly reminded Qin Huai to ask him any questions at any time.
Next time, next time he would definitely solve the problem at the first opportunity!
After the two left, Qin Huai stayed in the shop to steam the last batch of locust flower buns, handed over the bun-selling task to the server, excused himself by saying he was too tired to have dinner, went to the convenience store opposite, bought a kimchi-flavored rice ball, and went home.
At home, the two potted cacti Ouyang had brought over last time still quietly sat on the entrance table. Thanks to Qin Huai’s lack of watering, the two cacti were thriving.
Qin Huai took out a bottle of Coke from the fridge, flopped onto the sofa, and opened the game panel to check the newly obtained reward.
[Chen Huixi’s Approval]: The approval of Chen Huixi, the class representative for the Chinese subject of Class 8, Grade 3 at the First Experimental Primary School. With this title, there is a high chance of gaining Chen Huixi’s favor and help, a small chance of receiving her sincere blessings, helping you fulfill some small wishes, such as when the Buckwheat Buns at your cafeteria are not selling, rallying classmates to come for a Buckwheat Bun tasting fair.
Unexpectedly, Huixi turned out to be the Chinese class representative; the kid is doing well!
In Qin Huai’s view, [Chen Huixi’s Approval] and [Chen Huihong’s Approval] seemed similar at first glance, both of which could better build favor.
The only difference is, [Chen Huihong’s Approval] can open Chen Huihong’s heart to chat about gossip and little secrets. Meanwhile, Huixi, this child, is more practical, directly taking the initiative to rally her classmates for a buns tasting fair.
The game’s titles can be equipped with many at once; Qin Huai did not hesitate to put on [Chen Huixi’s Approval] as well. The mother and daughter’s approvals were displayed side by side, and if he could add one more, it would definitely be better with the approval of Chen Huihong’s brother.
Hey, what was her brother’s name who got scammed out of 200,000?
All this time, Yunzhong Restaurant has circulated the legend of Chen Huihong’s brother believing in past lives and being scammed out of 200,000, yet no one cared what his name was.
Qin Huai briefly pitied Chen Huihong’s brother for a second, slid the game panel, and found [A Dream of Chen Huihong].
According to the atlas, this was the last dream of Chen Huihong.
The fate of the mother and daughter in the previous life was all in this dream.
Qin Huai clicked on [A Dream of Chen Huihong] and selected yes.
Cold, this was Qin Huai’s first impression of the surroundings.
Silver draped everywhere, snow flying in the sky, with a good foot of thick snow on the ground, clearly indicating this was destined to be a cold winter.
Qin Huai looked around and noticed he seemed to be in a small courtyard of an alley. The courtyard was not large, with a small wooden stand missing a leg leaning in one corner, and on it, two bamboo woven sieves covered with snow.
The courtyard was the same, everything covered by thick snow, looking quite nice in the pure white. The door was an old wooden one, and the window was patched with paper where holes had been made; it was clear that the inhabitants weren’t well-off financially.
Just as Qin Huai was about to walk through the wall to see what was inside, the door opened.
Hui Niang came out carrying a small basket woven with rattan, covered with cloth so one couldn’t see inside. Maybe because the weather was too cold and her coat too thin, Hui Niang’s face and ears were red from the cold, her hands barely tucked into her sleeves, and her body hunched as her breath puffed out cold mist with each exhale.
"Sister, I’m back!" Hui Niang called out loudly, carefully closing the door.
The door to the house opened, and Chen Huihong, wearing a short-sleeved shirt that looked much cleaner than Hui Niang’s, came out eating sunflower seeds. Hui Niang quickly went in and shut the door behind her, and Qin Huai entered together with them.
The house was not big, having two rooms; outside was the living room and inside was the bedroom. The furniture consisted of a small square table and three chairs, with a small bed and a cabinet in the bedroom.