"Hey, is it true that the little boss really just decided not to co?"
"Isn’t it? Business was so good, how could he just not co anymore? It’s almost New Year, so I guess he won’t co back."
Aunt Wang sighed, "Ever since we couldn’t buy the little boss’s stead buns, my big grandson hasn’t been eating well. The only consolation is that after eating the little boss’s mushroom and oil cabbage buns, he actually learned to eat so greens."
Old Liu raised his hand, showing the small stead buns in it, and said, "I just bought these from outside. Let’s have so together."
Professor Jiang picked one up with his chopsticks, took a bite, and sighed, "I can’t say it’s worlds apart, but it just doesn’t taste the sa. The skin of this bun has no elasticity, and the filling is so salty."
Old Liu took one more, eating it without much enjoynt, "People die comparing themselves to others, and goods get thrown away when compared. I used to think these buns were good, but now I can’t even look at them. If I didn’t crave buns so much, I wouldn’t buy them."
As they were chatting, a young man walked over with a smile and said to Old Liu, "Hello, sir. We heard there’s a stall nearby selling delicious buns. Do you know which one it is?"
Old Liu looked up and noticed there were three or four young people. He sighed and said, "You’re too late. That bun stall hasn’t been here for a long ti."
The young person pointed at the buns in Old Liu’s hand, "Aren’t these the buns you bought?"
Old Liu shook his head wearily, "Far from it, far from it. Not even close. Let tell you, those buns were as soft as clouds, and the at filling... Oh, damn!"
Old Liu exclaid suddenly, then pointed in a direction and said to Aunt Wang, "Lao Wang, Lao Wang, you have good eyes. Look, is that the little boss setting up his stall?"
Aunt Wang quickly looked up and saw a silhouette unloading a vehicle at Wang Fan’s booth.
Upon closer inspection, Aunt Wang shook her head and said, "No, it’s not the little boss. You got it wrong."
Old Liu was slightly stunned, did I get it wrong? That shouldn’t be.
But the car doesn’t seem to be the sa as before.
Hmm?
Why did Lao Wang suddenly run off?
Oh crap!
Old Liu suddenly got anxious, running while shouting at Aunt Wang, who was sprinting, "Damn you, Lao Wang, how dare you trick !"
Professor Jiang was montarily at a loss, then reacted, could it really be that the little boss is back?!
Seeing Old Liu and Lao Wang sprinting madly, Old Jiang also got anxious.
"You two stop! How does going a bit earlier get you more buns?!"
The three young people looked at each other, watching the three elderly folks sprint away.
Weren’t they just weak and frail monts ago? How are they suddenly running faster than rabbits?
"Should we go take a look too?"
"Looking at them, could it be the bun seller from before?"
"Since we’re here, Lao Guo and Xiao Peng’s crosstalk praised these buns so much, we have to try them."
"Haha, wasn’t that why we ca? We must see just how delicious these buns that you’d pick off the ground if you dropped them are."
...
Wang Fan and Uncle were busy unloading things.
Wang Fan didn’t want Uncle doing the work, since he had just had surgery not long ago and should still be resting.
But Uncle just couldn’t sit still and insisted on helping.
Luckily, the stuff wasn’t much or too heavy, so Wang Fan let him be.
After unloading, Uncle proudly said to Wang Fan, "Leave selling buns and attracting custors to . I’ll make sure to bring them all in."
Wang Fan was about to say there’s no need, as his stall has enough appeal, but Uncle already started working.
Just then, a slender-looking young man walked past the stall, and Uncle called out to him, "Handso, want to buy so buns?"
Liang Xilong, who was just about to head ho when he heard this, felt a shiver run down his spine.
He imdiately walked over with a big smile, "Yes, of course!"
He bought three beef buns and left happily.
Uncle gave Wang Fan a proud look, "How was that?"
Wang Fan gave him a thumbs-up, "Impressive, impressive."
Uncle smugly explained, "Let tell you, you call those slender boys ’handso,’ and they’re likely from the South. They can never resist being called handso."
As he was explaining, he saw three elderly folks the sa age as him sprinting over and hurriedly called out, "Brothers and sisters, no need to rush. Running that fast might make you catch your breath, don’t worry, co over and take a rest."
Aunt Wang was the first to reach the stall, thanks to her daily exercise, she wasn’t even panting after the sprint.
Uncle took out a disposable cup, poured half a cup of water from a thermos, and handed it to Aunt Wang, "Sister, what’s the hurry? Have a drink and calm down."
Aunt Wang, her face full of excitent, glanced at the steaming buns, and then said to Uncle, "What else could it be? I just wanted to get a taste of these buns early!"
Then she turned, looking at Wang Fan expectantly, "Little boss, how co you’re back today? Will you be here from now on?"
Wang Fan shook his head, "Just a coincidence today. Unless sothing unexpected happens, I probably won’t be back."
Old Liu rushed over just in ti to hear Wang Fan’s words.
"Why won’t you be back? Without your buns, I don’t even know what to eat every day."
Wang Fan chuckled, "I plan to travel around in the future."
Old Liu sighed, "I thought you were going to stay a while. Oh well, just give 100 buns to calm my nerves."
Uncle was dumbfounded and asked in disbelief, "Brother, how many did you say you want?"
"100. Since it’s the last ti the little boss is here, you can’t have a limit, right?"
Wang Fan nodded, "No limits today."
He’s mainly worried about Uncle’s health. With it being winter, the sooner they sell out, the less ti Uncle has to spend in the cold.
Aunt Wang was thrilled when she heard there were no limits, "Give 200! Once they’re packed, set them aside for . I’ll go ho and get a small cart!"
Old Liu, hearing this, hurriedly changed his order, "I’ll take 200 too!"
Professor Jiang also chid in, "200 for too. Old Liu, take my small cart when you head back. I’ll watch our buns here."
Old Liu put down so money, grabbed a bun, and headed ho.
"Keep an eye on my buns, I won’t let it go if one’s missing."
Uncle watched the three, feeling a bit lost as if his brain wasn’t processing.
Who buys a few hundred buns for ho?
With a bit of confusion, Uncle looked at Wang Fan, "Nephew, do these three have a canteen at ho?"
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