Upon entering the yard, Fangzheng saw that Yang Hua's door was open. There was white vapor surging outside like an inverted waterfall. And the vapor wasn't smoke but steam.
Meanwhile, there was a floury fragrance emanating through the yard with a familiar sweetness to it. It was the smell of steamed mantou.
Taking a careful whiff, there was also the fragrance of red bean paste. It was likely the smell of the red bean part or the bun itself.
Fangzheng's eyes lit up when he came nearer. "Red beans, these are steamed red bean buns? Haha! We came just in time, did we?"
Just as he said that, someone happened to walk out. The person walked out backwards, and he held a board made of sorghum stalk as he did. Numerous white, fragrant mantou were showcased on the board. Fangzheng identified the person to be Yang Hua's younger brother, Yang Ping.
