Who understands this situation, my dear fellows?!
I was just about to get my Stead Buns, but then the boss suddenly closed that big box and told there were no more Stead Buns left!
I’ve been standing in line with an empty stomach for ages, and now you’re telling there are no Stead Buns?!
Who could bear this anywhere?!
Li Wei pleaded, "Boss, could you please open the box? I know there are still so inside."
Wang Fan looked helpless, "They’re really all gone, buddy. Maybe you can co earlier tomorrow?"
Li Wei didn’t believe it and kept pleading, "Co on, boss, take them out. I’m willing to pay extra!"
Wang Fan shook his head, "They’re really gone. The gentleman in front of you just bought the last few."
Damn it! Hell! I’m so angry!
Li Wei turned around fiercely, glancing toward where the good gentleman had just walked away.
Seeing that the person had a burly physique, he felt a bit intimidated.
"Forget it, they just really like the Stead Buns. The root problem is that the boss didn’t make enough! Yes, the boss didn’t make enough!"
Turning his head, Li Wei said to Wang Fan, "Why did you only make so few Stead Buns, boss? I didn’t even get any!"
Wang Fan shrugged helplessly, "800 Mushroom Beef Buns, 400 Minced at and Green Bean Buns, 280 Pepper and Eggplant Buns, adding up to nearly 1500. That’s about the limit I can make in a day, I really can’t help it."
Li Wei said seriously, "Boss, this won’t do. Should people who get off work late not deserve Stead Buns? Even if I can tolerate it, can these guys behind ?"
The guys behind Li Wei, who were about to leave after hearing there were no more Stead Buns, suddenly stopped. Then one of them said without hesitation, "That’s right! It’s unbearable! I clocked out right after work, took two subways and three buses to get here, and you’re telling there are no Stead Buns! Boss, put yourself in our shoes. Could you stand it?"
Wang Fan thought that he probably couldn’t tolerate it either, but since he was the boss now, he could maybe endure it.
"Well, there are actually plenty of good things to eat outside. Having only Stead Buns at night might be too vegetarian. Why don’t you go over there for sothing hearty?"
"Boss, you have to set a limit on these Stead Buns tomorrow! Otherwise, we who co back late won’t get any to eat!"
"Exactly, it’s only past 7 and you’re sold out. Can’t you make more?"
"If you can’t make more, then limit the purchase. We reserve the right to eat Stead Buns. Whoever wants to eat at other restaurants can do so. The Stead Buns are like wine; the more you drink, the more you enjoy!"
Faced with the excited custors, Wang Fan couldn’t leave even if he wanted to. The crowd surrounded him.
However, this ti he didn’t want to set a purchase limit because it would slow down his sales, cutting into his ti to go ho and prepare more Stead Buns.
Thinking about his previous life working in a corporate environnt, Wang Fan suddenly had a bright idea.
He gestured repeatedly to signal that he wanted to speak.
The diners quieted down, waiting for Wang Fan to announce a purchase limit.
Wang Fan cleared his throat, "I know you co back late, but you have one advantage, which is that you get up and leave early. If you can’t get them at night, you can definitely get them in the morning. I start setting up my stall at 5:30 in the morning, so if you leave early, you can definitely buy them then."
Hmm?
Li Wei and the other diners were stunned upon hearing this. The boss seed to make so sense?
Even though we co back late, we leave early, right?
Thinking about it this way, we might be the first custors in the morning!
Wang Fan continued to speak, "Besides, after a night’s sleep, you’ll definitely be hungry. The Stead Buns will taste best then, better than at night. Besides, the ones I make at night are in better condition, so the morning buns will taste even better."
After all, the buns at night are prepared automatically, whereas the afternoon ones are handmade by . The automatic ones are definitely tastier than the ones I make.
At least that’s what Wang Fan believed.
After all, he was just an amateur cook, so he couldn’t surpass the automatic system, right?
Li Wei thought about it carefully. While he felt sothing was off, he couldn’t figure out what exactly was wrong.
Before he realized it, Wang Fan had quickly packed everything and sped off in his van.
"Damn! He runs faster than a rabbit!"
"Alright, let’s disperse for now. Brothers, let’s co earlier tomorrow to catch him."
"This is worrying sick. Without Stead Buns, I don’t know what to eat tonight."
"Isn’t that the truth? I used to love having a bowl of noodles when I ca ho at night, but after eating these Stead Buns, even the noodles seem bland?"
Li Wei shivered as he said this.
What?
Even noodles seem bland?
Did I really just say that?
Oh my God!
Could it be that the boss put sothing nasty in the buns?
You know, like that stuff the police are always warning us about!
A glint flashed in Li Wei’s eyes.
No way, I need to report this at the police station before eating the buns I buy tomorrow!
If the boss really did sothing sneaky, the whole community could be in trouble!
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Wang Fan was almost ho by 8 o’clock, and the vegetable market was still open.
Seeing that the amount of vegetables left might not suffice, Wang Fan drove to the market for more.
As he was moving things out, he saw the landlord approaching slowly.
Seeing Wang Fan busy, the landlord chuckled, "I really didn’t expect you to be so diligent in your work."
The old Wang Fan was sowhat self-centered, rarely caring about others’ opinions.
Wang Fan stood up, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "People are driven by circumstances, aren’t they? Are you here to collect rent? Let get it from inside."
The landlord quickly said, "No rush, no rush. Your uncle is in need of cash now, and I’m not short of that bit of money. Use it as you need and pay when you have more. I just saw you coming ho late and guessed you hadn’t eaten, so I brought so of our dinner over."
Saying this, he lifted the food container, "It’s not anything fancy; my wife keeps talking about dieting, so she doesn’t even allow a hint of oil at night. It’s just so stir-fried dishes, feel free to have so."
Wang Fan waved his hands, "No need, no need, thank you, Brother Wang. I’ve already eaten."
Wang Chunyang shoved the food container into Wang Fan’s arms, "Why are you being so polite with ? If you feel bad, just render this lard into cracklings for . Keep the oil, I just want the cracklings. My wife tosses out anything oily now."
Then, like a magician, he pulled out a large bag from behind, "You know, those cracklings you made last ti were really tasty. My parents are coming over in a couple of days too. If you have ti, make so for them as well, as a favor to ."
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