Meng Yao couldn't help but suppress a smile, pretending he didn't recognize them, and asked: "There are beef vermicelli buns and radish sauce meat buns, which one do you want?"
"Two of each!"
Meng Yao divided each type of steamed buns into separate baskets, opened the steamer and took two of each, wrapped them in oil paper, and handed them over, "A total of one yuan."
Jiang Wenlei took out his own money and gave it to her.
When he took the money, he was still thinking about whether he could get the money back. When he lowered his head and took a bite of the bun, he had completely forgotten what the money was.
This bun is so delicious, better than anything he has ever eaten.
Qi Wenye said it was an exaggeration to say he finished the bun in two bites, but Jiang Wenlei actually ate one bun in two bites.
He wolfed down the food and his mouth was full of oil.
While eating, I walked with my head down.
An old man's voice next to him asked him, "Are the buns delicious?" Jiang Wenlei didn't even raise his head while eating, and just nodded.
Soon, Meng Yao's stall received its second business.
It was an old man wearing a hat, the one who just asked Jiang Wenlei if the buns were delicious.
He was wearing a hat and couldn't see his face clearly. All he could see was his beard, his nose was high, his nostrils were kept closed, and he smelled the pervasive fragrance.
"Steamed buns, what kind of filling are they?"
"Beef vermicelli buns, radish sauce meat buns, and leek and egg buns, meat buns with three cents, and vegetarian ones with two cents."
Next to him, Qi Wenye secretly held his breath, fearing that the old man, who he considered his first customer, would be scared away.
When the old man asked for steamed buns, Qi Wenye's eyes instantly lit up.
"One of each."
"OK, wait!"
Meng Yao took three buns with oil paper, folded them randomly, and wrapped them, leaving only one opening for easy access to the buns.
Her move made the old man nod repeatedly.
Pay the money with one hand and receive the buns with the other.
When the warm money was in his hand, not only Meng Yao was happy, Qi Wenye also jumped up with joy.
"The buns are sold!"
Meng Yao stretched out his hand and patted Qi Wenye's palm, "Good luck!"
As if to confirm what Meng Yao said about the successful opening, three more people came to buy buns one after another. They all seemed to be the kind who were not short of money.
Meng Yao was very happy to collect the money, and suddenly the old man who bought three buns appeared in front of the stall again, his colorful hat was particularly conspicuous.
"Three more buns!"
Meng Yao was startled for a moment, looking at the last bite of the bun in his hand and stuffing it into his mouth, dumbfounded, "Uncle, have you already eaten three buns?"
"I can eat three more!"
The old man blew his beard, raised three fingers, and finally raised his head from under his hat.
When Meng Yao sees it...
"It's you, uncle!"
This old man is obviously the old man who drank spicy soup yesterday. He is wearing a hat today, and Meng Yao still hasn't recognized him.
The old man obviously had a good memory. He looked at Meng Yao a few times and recognized it, "It's you, the little girl who drank spicy soup yesterday. Did you make these buns?"
Meng Yao smiled and nodded, "Yes! Sir, do you want one of each?"
"No, no, no, one leek and egg, two radish and meat sauce."
I ordered both buns, but I didn’t buy the beef vermicelli bun.
Meng Yao smiled as she packed the buns, wondering why she didn't want beef vermicelli buns. Wasn't it not to her liking?
Qi Wenye, who only ate beef vermicelli buns next to him, couldn't help but muttered: "You really don't know what to buy, the beef vermicelli buns are obviously the best!"
The old man heard it with sharp ears and answered him: "It's delicious, but it lacks spiciness."
“It’s delicious even if it’s not spicy!”
Qi Wenye argued with him, which made the old man blow his beard and said, "I don't care like a child."
After taking the buns, the old man did not forget to tell Meng Yao, "Next time I make buns, make them spicy. Spicy ones are more delicious."
Meng Yao nodded without any doubt, she had this plan.
The old man asked again: "Will you sell buns at this point every day from now on?"
Meng Yao smiled and nodded again, "If nothing else, he should come every day!"
The old man said "Hmm", held the buns in his hands and walked away with his head raised. After taking two steps, he turned back and whispered mysteriously.
"The buns you sell are too cheap. If someone comes to buy them later, remember to sell them more expensively!"
Meng Yao: "..."
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