"With so many people, will there be no steamed buns left for us?"

Xiao Wang saw that there were even more people in line than before, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Wen Nan frowned, sharing the same sentiment.

But the two of them had nothing to do that evening, so for breakfast the next morning, they patiently waited in line.

Lin Zhou, who was sitting behind the stall, finally ate his dinner while steaming the second batch of buns.

There were so many customers that as soon as the buns were steamed, they excitedly paid to buy them.

He could only keep what he wanted to eat first, and then busied himself packing food for the guests.

He was really craving the aroma of the steamed buns from so close up.

This is the first time he's made red bean buns and char siu buns, and he's been holding back from eating them until now.

We can finally eat it!

Just as he was about to take a bite of the steamed bun, a figure suddenly collapsed in front of his stall, muttering "steamed bun, steamed bun" repeatedly, startling everyone.

The once orderly queue became chaotic.

"What's going on? What's wrong with this person?"

"Should we call 120? He suddenly collapsed after running over!"

"Holy crap, what's going on?"

"Heatstroke? Or what?"

"Call 120 immediately!"

"......"

Lin Zhou was also quite frightened by the sudden event. Holding the steamed bun in his hand, his heart was pounding and he was extremely nervous.

Suddenly, someone came and collapsed in front of his stall, muttering "steamed buns."

People who don't know what happened might think that the steamed buns he sold had made someone sick.

Seeing the crowd that had suddenly dispersed and then gathered again, Lin Zhou squatted down with a headache and approached the girl who had fainted.

"Young lady, are you alright?"

"Are you still conscious? Shall I call 120 for you?"

Lin Zhou anxiously called for help. After a while, he saw the girl lying on the ground tremblingly reach out her hand, indicating that she had not completely lost consciousness.

But judging from her pale, bloodless face and lips, she's not doing well.

The girl shook her head, pointed at the steamed bun in Lin Zhou's hand, and said in a weak but firm voice, "Food, give me food... a steamed bun..."

Lin Zhou leaned closer and heard what she said, looking completely bewildered.

Fearing something might happen to her, he still held his hands trembling as he held the still-warm bun to the girl's mouth and fed her.

The girl tilted her head and wolfed down the buns as if she hadn't eaten for days.

Then, unsurprisingly, he choked...

Seeing that the girl was eating so fast, as if she wanted to devour the whole bun in one bite, the onlookers advised her to eat slowly, saying she was choking.

The next second, the girl rolled her eyes, choked.

The group was terrified and hurriedly searched for water.

Fortunately, Lin Zhou habitually brings water with him when he goes out to set up his stall.

He immediately took a bottle of mineral water from the tricycle and helped the girl drink it.

The hands were shaking and the girl was disoriented, so he was feeding her mouthful after mouthful, and her clothes were all wet. In such an emergency, no one cared.

"I've already called 120, girl, hang in there."

"Did he faint from hunger?"

"Oh dear, how pitiful! How could the child be so hungry?"

"......"

Seeing the girl like this, everyone guessed that she was hungry.

But I was still quite frightened.

Luckily, she fainted in front of Lin Zhou's stall, where there were ready-made steamed buns. If she had fainted on the street, it would have been so dangerous!

Lin Zhou fed her two steamed buns and half a bottle of water in one go, and the girl slowly regained her strength and was able to sit up with his help.

He also has the strength to speak now.

"Boss, I'm sorry to trouble you. I have low blood sugar, haven't eaten, and may have heatstroke. I didn't expect it to be this serious. I'm sorry to have troubled you."

"How much is the water for the steamed buns? I'll pay you."

Seeing that the girl looked like she was about to faint, Lin Zhou had no intention of taking the money.

It's much better that the girl only fainted due to low blood sugar than expected.

He had almost started to doubt whether there was something wrong with the steamed buns he made, or if someone had an allergic reaction to them, when suddenly someone collapsed in front of his stall.

He was almost scared to death.

The ambulance arrived quickly.

As soon as the doctors and nurses arrived, they immediately lifted the girl onto a stretcher and prepared to administer glucose to her, depending on the situation.

The crowd gradually dispersed after the ambulance was taken away.

In just a short while, Lin Zhou broke out in a cold sweat.

He stood up and first took a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

After calming down, he heard his stomach rumbling with hunger and realized that he had given his dinner to the girl from earlier.

I didn't think that much about it at the time.

We can't just watch someone starve to death.

The remaining buns in the steamer should not be touched.

We need to sell two hundred steamed buns every day.

Those that were sent out obviously don't count.

After selling the few steamed buns I made for dinner, there were exactly two hundred left, not enough for me to eat at all.

Lin Zhou: ......

I'm so hungry!

Especially those who were just scared, are even hungrier now that they've calmed down.

Lin Zhou then looked around and focused his gaze on the fried food stall next door.

The owner of the fried food stall has customers every day.

In business, there's give and take; he should patronize other people's businesses too.

"Boss, fry me some pork tenderloin skewers, some starch sausage, stinky tofu, cabbage..."

Lin Zhou ordered a bucket of fried skewers and sat behind the stall, watching the owner start frying them while he waited to eat.

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