As ti slowly passed, the sky gradually brightened.
The initially deserted intersection slowly gained pedestrians.
At this mont, the aroma of buns wafted out from the stear.
Just from the sll, Jiang Ran knew the buns were ready.
Glancing at the pedestrians on the road, Jiang Ran turned to Pei Yang and said, "Lift the lid of the porridge pot."
Pei Yang, puzzled, obediently lifted the lid.
As the pot lid was lifted, the fragrance of the rice porridge beca even richer.
The morning still had a breeze, blowing the aroma of the buns and porridge a bit farther.
So people caught the scent and turned to look.
So just glanced and left, while others walked towards them.
The first to co over was a man with glasses, looking to be in his thirties, quite refined.
Early spring was still a bit chilly, but he wore a suit with just a black overcoat.
This attire alone indicated he surely wasn’t short on money.
Jiang Ran quickly sized up the man and hurriedly greeted him, "Would you like buns or porridge?"
Jiang Ran actually applied so tactics in her words.
She gave the man only two choices, as if he only had two options.
Actually, there was a third option - buying nothing.
The man took a deep breath before asking, "What’s the filling of the buns? How much are they?"
"Vermicelli and pork, five cents each."
Jiang Ran had carefully calculated this price.
Today, she used four pounds of pork, costing one yuan and eight dis; though the green onions, ginger, and vermicelli ca from her ho, she counted them as two dis.
The various seasonings probably only cost a di.
One pound of flour costs one yuan and five, about four pounds were used today, making six dis.
Altogether, the bun’s total cost was two yuan and seven dis.
If one bun sells for five cents, ten buns would be five dis.
If all eighty buns in this pot were sold, it would be four yuan.
As long as she could sell one pot, today would be profitable.
Jiang Ran’s ntal abacus clattered, and after a mont of silence, the man spoke again.
"Can I see the buns?"
"Why not?"
As Jiang Ran spoke, she lifted the lid of the stear.
As the lid was lifted, a wave of steam rushed forward, but Jiang Ran seed unfazed, gently fanning the steam away with the other hand to let the man see more clearly.
The buns in the stear were plump and neatly arranged.
Each bun was roughly the sa size, with the top looking like a flower. Being close, he could sll the aroma of the dough and the at.
The initially hesitant man, upon slling the aroma, imdiately said, "I’ll have one first."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ran swiftly picked up a bamboo plate with one hand and used chopsticks with the other to pick up a bun and place it on the plate.
Seeing Jiang Ran’s actions, the man nodded in appreciation.
Regardless of the taste, the cleanliness of the bun maker gave a comforting impression.
The man took the bamboo plate, looked at the bun carefully, and then took a bite.
The bun had a thin skin and ample filling; with one bite, he reached the at.
After chewing briefly, the man noticed sothing amiss.
He chewed carefully, looked down again, and smiled.
These buns, unlike those sold by others, didn’t have a mushy filling lacking texture.
The at in these buns was cut into small cubes, with the right balance of fat and lean, clearly from high-quality pork belly.
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