Chapter 293 Play is play, make noise is noise...

The two little brats were craving for the three-fresh buns, so Su Chen naturally agreed to their request.

"Okay! I'll give it to you guys when it's steamed."

After the raw dough of the buns is ready.

Arrange them neatly in the steamer and let them rise for ten minutes before turning on the heat.

It starts steaming and the fragrance gradually wafts out.

Nuonuo was short, and she smelled the fragrance, stood on tiptoe on the table, but was slapped on the head by Su Chen.

"The buns aren't done yet. Use high heat for the steam, low heat for the simmer, and then turn off the heat and simmer for another three minutes. There's no time to rush."

Nuonuo: ...

What's the meaning of neither civil nor martial? I don't understand...

She just wants to eat buns now.

The little girl snorted.

He rested his chin on the countertop, his baby fat squeezed into a soft ball, and he inhaled the fragrance pitifully.

It seems that the "hard-hearted" father remains unmoved.

So they moved the little boy next door out.

"Dad, can you please hurry up? Look, brother Haohao can't stand it anymore."

Haohao was stunned and a little confused.

Nonsense, he managed his facial expressions.

Su Chen's mouth twitched.

Girl, I’m not as greedy as you!

A few minutes later.

The fragrant three-fresh buns are finally out of the pot.

But Su Chen only took a quick taste and then started making meat buns and barbecued pork buns.

Let’s do these three today.

If you also prepare vegetable buns and tofu vermicelli buns, it will probably be exhausting.

…

Five o'clock, at the school gate.

Fang Ze stepped on the shared bicycle and summoned the army of steamed buns to gather at the school gate.

"Fuck Brother Ze!"

Someone hurried over, scanned the QR code of the shared bicycle, and suddenly realized that something seemed wrong at this time.

"Is there something wrong? The boss doesn't open the stall until 7 o'clock!"

"Go back at seven o'clock. How long do you want to wait for your food?"

Fang Ze took out a cigarette but didn't light it, feeling a little sad.

Looking back a few days ago, the bun stall was empty and not many people knew about it. They didn’t have to wait if they wanted to eat buns.

But now, everything has changed.

The line is too long. If you are late, you will have to wait for a long time.

Fang Ze's mood was actually very complicated at the moment.

On the one hand, I was happy that I had a unique vision and that the treasure bun stall I accidentally discovered became very popular.

But on the other hand, I felt a little sad that the treasures I had cherished had now become so shared.

After adjusting his mood, Fang Ze glanced at his roommate Hanhan.

Wow, that's strange.

This grandson has been listless since he ate the buns last night and has been in a bad mood.

Under normal circumstances, he would have rushed over to hug her and tell jokes.

"What? Your confession was rejected?"

Fang Ze felt that he needed to care about his roommate's mental state.

He got off his bike and kicked him with the tip of his shoe.

Hanhan glanced at Fang Ze, then looked around at the others. After hesitating for a moment, he sighed deeply.

"If it's just because your confession was rejected... Never mind, you'd better not ask. It's better for both you and me."

Fang Ze was stunned.

If it is Hanhan's privacy, it would be impolite to ask further.

But why does the implication of this guy's words seem to be related to me?

That's quite interesting.

"If you have something to say, just say it. If you have something to fart, just fart. Why are you hesitating?"

Fang Ze said as he grabbed Hanhan's neck and began to interrogate him half jokingly and half seriously.

Hanhan rolled his eyes, slapped Fang Ze's arm away, and said unhappily.

"Since you insist on asking, don't blame me."

Hanhan sighed with a melancholy look on his face.

"The owner of the bun stall may have to move to a new location in the next two days."

???

When Fang Ze heard this, his expression changed instantly.

"Playing is playing, joking is joking, but are you fucking kidding about this?"

In his heart.

The bun stall is no longer just a place to satisfy your appetite, but more like a hope.

What would he do if the boss really left?

Hanhan shrugged helplessly.

"Why would I lie to you? You know my personality, I'm very easygoing. Yesterday, so many people suddenly came to the bun stall, and I was curious, so I went to chat with them."

"It turns out that the owner of this bun stall doesn't actually sell buns properly at all!"

What the hell?

What does it mean to not sell buns seriously?

How can you sell buns in an improper way?

The other members of the Baozi Army were also attracted by Hanhan's words and looked at him curiously.

"Hey, it's complicated to explain. The owner of this bun stall changes the location every week! And the things he sells are different every week!"

"The group of people who came yesterday were all the boss's regular customers! Those gourmets are used to chasing stars, and they used navigation systems to track people down all over the city, even tracking them all the way to Hengdian."

Upon hearing this, the army of steamed buns immediately let out a burst of "Ah?"

At first glance it sounds like a choir.

They would never have imagined that there was such a secret behind this bun stall.

And it is very likely that you will not be able to eat it again in two days.

For a moment, the atmosphere became a little solemn.

One of the boys suddenly realized, "We can ask for the boss's contact information, and then ask him when he opens his stall."

Hanhan shook his head helplessly.

“If only it were that simple.”

"According to the information I received, this boss runs his stall as he pleases. He's very willful and never plays by the rules."

"Besides, he never gives out his contact information to anyone. No matter who asks, he always refuses. Whether or not you can meet him at his stall depends entirely on luck and fate."

Fang Ze was stunned when he heard this, and looked incredulous.

How can there be such a willful boss!

Can’t you just sell buns?

Hanhan saw that everyone was silent and shrugged.

"See, I told you not to ask, and you'll be unhappy if you ask."

Although Hanhan spoke with certainty, Fang Ze and others still had some doubts in their hearts.

After all, doing business is not so casual. There is no fixed stall, no contact information left, and the stall is set up entirely by chance. This completely subverts their cognition.

I can't figure it out no matter how hard I try.

Without further ado, a group of people immediately headed towards the snack street.

The bells of shared bicycles jingled as they rolled across the asphalt road.

A moment later.

They came to the old place.

Fang Ze originally thought he was early enough.

After all, we started gathering everyone at five o'clock, and we rushed here in a hurry.

Why are there still so many people here?

After parking the car, they quickly rushed towards the crowd.

To be honest, Fang Ze was still thinking about what Hanhan had just said, and had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

I want to find someone else to verify the authenticity of this matter.

Those who can wait for the bun stall owner here so early must be old customers.

Fang Ze carefully observed the crowd and chose someone who seemed more talkative.

"Um, are you a regular customer of the bun stall owner?"

Guo Jia was playing with his mobile phone. When he heard Fang Ze's question, he responded subconsciously.

"Yes, I am."

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(End of this chapter)