The two young ladies were about to take out their mobile phones to scan the QR code to pay, but found that there was no QR code.
"Hello, don't you have a QR code?"
Sang Mizhou shook his head: "Sorry, we only support cash now."
The two young ladies nodded, took out the cash from their bags, handed it to him, and left with their breakfast.
Obviously didn't recognize them.
The old lady took out her wallet from her pocket and counted them one by one carefully.
"I'll give you 10 yuan."
Sang Mizhou took the money from his hand and put it into the iron basin he took to put the money aside: "Welcome to visit next time."
Looking at the back of the old lady staggering away.
Only then did she realize that she was lame.
A very subtle feeling suddenly and slowly rose from his heart.
Sang Mizhou watched the old lady disappear around the corner with half-closed eyes.
Lame...
Where else had he seen anyone walking this way?
Otherwise, why would it look so familiar?
"elder brother?"
"elder brother!"
"Brother has a guest!"
Xiao Fubao's voice interrupted his thoughts and brought him back to reality.
Only then did Sang Mizhou come to his senses and find another guest standing at the door.
"Sorry, I just got distracted and need to eat something. Today we only have meat buns, red bean paste buns, peanut buns and soy milk."
"Give me two meat buns, a red bean paste bun and a cup of soy milk."
"OK."
Sang Mizhou responded and lowered his head to pack the buns.
The guest stared at him and Xiao Fubao for a long time, hesitated, and suddenly asked: "Are you... Sang Mizhou? And Xiao Fubao?"
Sang Mizhou silently packed the breakfast for him, and then said: "Yes, a total of 13.5 yuan."
The man paid the money and acted very calmly. He looked at them with his mobile phone and asked, "Well, can I take a photo?"
Sang Mizhou's classic head pulled little Fubao out and took a photo with the guests.
After seeing the person off, the photographer upstairs suddenly came down with two masks in his hand and handed them to them.
"The director asked you to bring this with you."
Sang Mizhou: "..."
[Hahahaha! This is to completely cover up the beauty of our Sang Mizhou and Xiao Fubao! 】
[It’s useless, their eyes and the moles at the corners of their eyes are too obvious! You can’t hide them no matter how you try, okay?]
[Here, after covering it like this, I feel that the two of them look more alike! Their eyebrows and eyes are so similar!]
There are more and more people on the road, and more and more customers come to buy steamed buns.
During the morning peak, most of the buns they made had been sold.
Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Sang Mizhou took out the money and counted it.
A total of 23 meat buns were sold, and three red bean buns, 15 peanut buns and 33 cups of soy milk were eaten.
What he didn't expect was that the peanut buns sold the fastest.
Is it really because his bag is too ugly?
Just as he was settling accounts.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an old man wearing dirty and ragged clothes standing three or four meters away from the store entrance. He was skinny, holding a dirty bowl in his hand and staring at the steamer in their store.
From the looks of it, he must be a homeless man.
Sang Mizhou had no intention of paying attention to him.
But little Fubao suddenly tugged on his sleeves and whispered: "Brother, Fubao, can you give him a bun and a cup of soy milk? He looks really hungry."
Sang Mizhou glanced at her and nodded silently.
Anyway, today's portions are almost sold out. This one is not much more, but this one is a lot.