“Big Boss, could you make or sell a few more scallion pancakes every day? My family eats these every day, and half of it is insufficient for us to share.” With a shy expression, a middle-aged man said.
“My family is as well. My son takes it away every time I buy it back. I can’t even eat a crumb some days. This unfilial son…” Another middle-aged man responded fiercely, yet his face was filled with adoration rather than dissatisfaction.
“Big Boss, we’re willing to wait a little longer as long as you make and sell more to us.”
“We don’t mind waiting at all.”
Others followed suit, but Mu Chen remained silent. The white cloth was quickly lifted to show the plump, white buns.
Customers were taken aback since they had never seen steamed buns before. They looked at the steamed buns as though they were country bumpkins.
Steamed Buns: …
“Today, we only sell steamed buns, not scallion pancakes. One for three credit points, with a maximum of three per person.” Mu Chen remained expressionless.
The majority of the customers who waited in line to buy were regulars who had become accustomed to Mu Chen’s uninterested demeanor.
“What exactly is a steamed bun? Is it as good as scallion pancakes?” a customer in the front row questioned, as others listened with their ears perked up.
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“Hey, hey, buy sparingly. What about the others if you all bought it?”
“Oh, if I had known Boss was selling steamed buns today, I would have come earlier so I could get some.”
“Oh, take it easy. There aren’t a lot of steamed buns.”
The customers in the back line looked anxious, and they wished they would jump in the queue now and buy one to try.
The steamer used by Mu Yan to steam the buns was not big, after all, it was a family-sized steamer. There were only twenty buns in a basket, and they all sold out in a while.
Those who were not in their turn looked at the empty wooden basket, their expressions were so heartbroken as if the world had broken apart. While those who had bought steamed buns couldn’t wait to eat them on the spot.
“Wow, it’s really tasty.” A consumer chewed into it. In the mouth, the silky bun skin and the rich fillings blended together. It was so tasty that one couldn’t wait to eat it off his tongue.
“It’s really tasty. Little Boss is just incredible. How did he come up with the idea for these steamed buns? How can it be so tasty?”
“I’d be happy if I could eat these every day and spend my entire salary on steamed buns.”
Those who purchased the steamed buns continued to admire them while eating, while those who did not were distraught and wanted to beat someone.
“The next basket will be ready in ten minutes.”
Fortunately, Mu Chen spoke at the right time, which prevented those who bought the steamed buns from being beaten.
As soon as those who didn’t buy steamed buns heard Mu Chen’s words, they instantly became energized. They looked at Mu’s door, expecting to make a big enough hole to see the big, white, and fat bun within.
The folks who bought the steamed buns were absolutely engrossed in their deliciousness. When they looked at their empty hands, they realized they had eaten all three buns by themselves and were taken aback.
If they didn’t bring something back, their wife/mother/son/daughter would definitely not spare them. The men who had done something wrong hurried to the end of the line to line up again, praying in their hearts that they could have another turn.
Customers who haven’t yet had their turn: Oh, they’ve finished eating and want to reorder. Dreaming!
The second pot of steamed buns was served, and it was quickly depleted. Customers who purchased steamed buns ran home with the buns in their hands, afraid they would start eating halfway.
They saw the first batch of customers just now. They were afraid that if they couldn’t restrain themselves, they would suffer the same fate as them.
That day, six baskets of steamed buns were cooked, for a total of more than a hundred. Basically, everyone that came here took a turn. It took over two hours. The sun had already risen by the time they were all finished and sold out.
Mu Yan was in a good mood as he glanced at the increased credit on his personal terminal. This steamed bun made significantly more money in one day than scallion pancakes. Although steaming six baskets was exhausting, it was well worth it.
“Very happy?” Mu Chen asked with a smile.
“Yeah.” Mu Yan nodded his head vigorously.
“We’ll go to Master Yang’s house and order a large steamer so we can steam dozens of them at once, which will cut our time in half.” Mu Chen proposed.
Mu Yan’s eyes suddenly lit up as he heard this. “Ah Chen, you are really smart, I never thought of this,” he replied, admiring Mu Chen.
Mu Chen was so taken with Mu Yan’s admiration that the corners of his mouth curled up.
The two proceeded towards Master Yang’s residence after cleaning up the cooking utensils and eating some specially left steamed buns.
Good husband and smart husband. Power visual couple
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I’m dying from how cute they are! At this rate, they’re gonna need an actual shop soon!
Yum yum bun! Hahahaha! Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️