Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder's Older Brother

Died for no reason at all.

Ning Hong was suddenly bound to a portable system that made him travel through world after world, saving those innocent cannon fodders who met tragic ends.

Chapter 348 The Second-Rate Scoundrel of the 1980s (5)

He prepared a total of 100 steamed buns, so he gave you ten and I gave him five, and they sold out quickly.

He calculated it perfectly, putting the last piece of braised meat into the last steamed bun.

Ning Hong then announced that they were sold out for the day.

"Alright everyone, thank you for your support. We're sold out for today. Please come back tomorrow."

"Hey buddy, prepare more for tomorrow," someone behind him called out.

He had just bought ten, but after going home, he had eaten them all. Not satisfied, he came back, only to hear the owner announce that they were all sold out.

"Tomorrow, I will prepare two hundred, but that's all. I can't afford more than that."

Ning Hong then looked at the steamed buns and braised meat.

The main problem is that making steamed buns is quite troublesome.

But once he's kneaded the dough, he can just have Xiao Shuang help him cut it and steam it. As for the braised dishes, that's even simpler.

The braising liquid is ready; all we need to do is wash and chop the meat and throw it in.

That's not a problem at all.

Ning Hong had just finished packing his things when he saw Ning Xiaoshuang staring at him in shock.

Her hands were even trembling.

"Xiao Shuang, what's wrong?"

"Brother, have all our steamed buns been sold?"

"Yes, they're all sold out."

"Brother, we've made it!"

In just one day, I've already made fifty yuan.

Even after deducting the cost of twenty yuan, you still make a net profit of thirty yuan.

You know, these days, a decent worker only makes a hundred yuan a month.

Her brother can earn thirty yuan a day, so he can earn sixty yuan in two days. No, her brother said he needs to prepare two hundred tomorrow, which means he can earn sixty yuan tomorrow.

"Brother, you're amazing! You'll be able to pay back the five hundred yuan so quickly."

Ning Xiaoshuang was so happy she almost jumped for joy.

She had been worried that her brother wouldn't be able to pay back the 500 yuan, but who knew that her brother would give her such a big surprise.

To be honest, Ning Hong was also pleasantly surprised.

He always thought he was a pretty good cook, after all, he had bought a beginner's cooking course.

However, after tasting the food he cooks now, those foods from before seem like rubbish.

"Actually, your brother saved one for you."

Ning Hong then pulled a steamed bun from under the table and handed it to Ning Xiaoshuang. "You haven't eaten yet after being busy for so long."

"Brother, these cost five cents each."

Ning Xiaoshuang was a little reluctant; selling this would only net her 50 cents.

"What's the big deal? My brother made it himself. Besides, we can earn more money in the future, so why would we care about five cents?"

"That's true."

Ning Xiaoshuang took the steamed bun with meat inside. "If you don't eat your fill first, how can you have the right to persuade others to buy it?" Ning Xiaoshuang took a bite.

The next moment, she froze completely.

My goodness, what a delicious treat this is!

She had never eaten anything so delicious before.

It turns out that what my brother was selling was such delicious food.

Five cents each is not expensive at all.

Ning Xiaoshuang took small bites, chewing each one slowly and savoring its flavor.

Ning Hong closed the door and gave the last remaining piece to the landlord.

The landlord's children had been watching them for quite a while.

"Oh dear, how could I accept this?" Although she spoke politely, she was quick in her actions and accepted the steamed bun directly.

He handed it to a boy next to him.

"These are all things that need to be sold." She had just heard that the steamed buns with meat filling were selling for 50 cents each.

It's unbelievable.

If you asked her to spend 50 cents to buy one, she definitely wouldn't do it.

Too expensive.

The child wolfed down the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Mom, I want more! It's so delicious, it's really so delicious!"

He looked at the landlord with anticipation.

The landlord was even more embarrassed.

But they've only just given me one, so I can't very well ask them to give me another one.

Ning Hong rented a room in a hutong in the town. Around six o'clock, a faint fragrance began to waft out, and an hour later, the entire hutong was filled with a sweet aroma.

"What smells so good?" It was alright before eight or nine o'clock, but the smell got stronger and stronger around eight o'clock in the evening.

It kept trying to burrow into people's noses.

"That family has started making braised food again."

The smell is so strong that anyone who buys it in the morning knows it's braised meat.

Those who didn't buy it were already drooling just from the smell, while those who did manage to buy it were practically drooling.

They checked the time and were all extremely disappointed.

"It's so cruel that we have to wait until tomorrow morning."

"That's exactly what I meant."

How can they tolerate this?

The sounds of children crying and fussing could be heard from all over the alley.

The next day, as soon as Ning Xiaoshuang opened the door, a long queue spontaneously formed at the entrance.

Many people had red and swollen eyes, clearly indicating a lack of sleep.

There was no way around it; the braised meat smelled so good that the aroma kept wafting into their noses, whetting their appetites and keeping them awake at night.

Therefore, everyone got up very early the next morning and lined up.

"Is the boss ready?"

"It'll be ready soon."

Ning Hong then moved the large pot to the table and brought over the steamed buns.

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