After tasting the steamed buns made by Lin Zhou, Zhang Jianjun felt an even stronger craving for them, especially when eating breakfast in the morning.
The steamed buns he ordered the family chef to make were not even a tenth as good as those made by Lin Zhou.
I used to think the steamed buns tasted pretty good, but now that I've eaten even better ones, I can find a whole bunch of flaws in them.
The bun dough wasn't soft enough and lacked elasticity, so it definitely wasn't fermented properly.
The aroma of wheat was not strong and was barely noticeable.
The red bean paste filling was cloyingly sweet, not fragrant at all, and had almost no bean flavor. It was clearly made from semi-finished red bean paste, with a strong taste of additives.
Overall, it was passable.
Zhang Jianjun ate one piece and then stopped eating, but he finished the whole bowl of porridge.
Then he changed into his training clothes and headed to the back of the mountain to start exercising.
The villa staff are already very familiar with his daily routine.
Seeing that he ate very little for breakfast and barely touched it, the nanny and cook finished off the rest.
"Mr. Zhang doesn't seem to have much of an appetite today."
The nanny ate one of the six red bean buns, making it easy to draw a conclusion.
"I did drink a bowl of porridge, but I guess the red bean buns didn't suit my taste."
The chef was a bit anxious. He earned a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan and was specifically responsible for Mr. Zhang's diet and health.
If Mr. Zhang doesn't like his cooking, then this good job might have to be given to someone else.
These red bean buns were requested by Mr. Zhang before he went to bed last night.
He got up early to knead and ferment the dough to make steamed buns, so they should have tasted pretty good. Why did he only eat one?
"I'll try it."
The chef picked up a red bean bun and put it in his mouth. The soft dough, the sweet red bean paste, and the smooth texture were all fine.
"It's delicious, you should try it."
The chef didn't notice anything wrong with the food, so he let the nanny taste it too.
The nanny didn't find anything wrong with the food.
"It tastes even better than the red bean buns sold outside."
Neither of them could detect anything wrong with the taste at first, so they could only assume that Mr. Zhang simply didn't like the flavor.
......
On the other side, Lin Zhou and Grandpa Zhang Jianjun finished their hike and sat leisurely in the pavilion, playing chess and drinking tea, feeling very comfortable.
"Do you set up a stall selling steamed buns at Flower Fruit Mountain every night?"
Thinking about the steamed buns he hadn't had enough of last night, Zhang Jianjun smiled and inquired about the news.
"I'll be there every week, setting up my stall at 8 pm."
Looking at the old man climbing the mountain, Lin Zhou knew that the man must like the steamed buns he made.
He's been eating it for days on end, but he still hasn't had enough.
"Then I'll go with you tonight. We didn't buy enough buns yesterday, so we'll buy more today."
"Thank you for supporting my business."
Lin Zhou sipped his tea and chuckled as he placed a white chess piece.
The black pieces that were about to form a five-piece chain on the chessboard were instantly blocked.
Zhang Jianjun was also angry, and slowly changed the position of his piece before placing it down.
The two played a game of Gomoku with the intensity of a sword fight in Go.
......
It was time to set up the stall again in the evening.
After finishing dinner, Lin Zhou took Baozi and set off on his tricycle.
Zhang Jianjun also followed behind his tricycle with his driver.
The two cars left the villa area one after the other.
The security guard at the entrance blinked in confusion as he looked at the two familiar figures.
It seems that Mr. Zhang and Mr. Lin came back together last night.
They'll go out together again now.
I had a feeling they were doing something together, but could it be that they set up a stall together?
The security guard let his mind wander, trying to find some fun in his boring job.
......
"I don't think today is a good day for me to buy steamed buns."
After get off work, Jia Lan and Xiao Lin discussed going to Lin Zhou's stall to buy steamed buns together.
But Jia Lan thought about how she had overpaid yesterday and was afraid that the boss would recognize her, which would definitely cause trouble.
She genuinely wanted to thank the steamed bun stall owner and didn't want him to return the money.
Therefore, I still feel it is not appropriate for her to appear in public.
"But didn't you say that each person is limited to four? I can only buy four by myself, which doesn't seem like enough."
Xiaolin said hesitantly.
This was indeed a problem, and Jia Lan fell into deep thought.
"Why don't you ask your boss if he eats steamed buns, and you two go buy some together!"
Jia Lan thought of the boss who had shared steamed buns with them last night and spoke of their friendship.
"Are you stupid? The boss already took our last steamed bun last night. If he goes to buy more, four buns might not even be enough for him!"
"They might not even have enough to eat and would have to take some from me, let alone share with you."
Xiaolin was almost driven to tears by Jia Lan's stupidity.
Jia Lan: ......
She was also amazed at her own stupidity.
"Then what should we do?"
"How about we have two delivery people queue up together and we pay for the buns as a delivery service?"
This was the only solution Xiaolin could think of for the time being.
"Won't you have to pay extra for such a long wait in line?"
The errand fee is more expensive than the steamed buns, and she can't bear to spend that much.
They were both poor working people, and Xiaolin wasn't exactly rich either. Both of them felt a little distressed about the delivery fee.
After a while, Xiaolin looked at her boss who hadn't left work yet and suddenly came up with an idea.
"Wait for my news!"
After sending the message to Jia Lan, she excitedly headed towards the boss's office.
They may be poor, but their boss is rich!
She didn't believe the steamed buns were that delicious; last night, the boss had let her leave early just to make the last one.
Now, it should be okay to spend a little money to eat steamed buns, right?
Xiaolin knocked loudly on the door of the boss's office.
All that could be heard from inside was the boss saying "Come in" in a completely emotionless tone.
Xiaolin walked in and gave the boss a fawning smile.
"Boss, my friend and I were thinking of buying those delicious steamed buns from last night. Do you want some?"
The boss, who had been expressionless, lit up when he heard about the steamed buns from last night and nodded without hesitation.
"Xiaolin, you're so kind of you to go buy steamed buns. That means you don't have to work overtime. You can still draw the design drawings when you get back."
Seeing Xiaolin's generosity, she felt as if she had found the best way to please her boss!
"Boss, I'll go buy you some steamed buns right now!"
Xiaolin spoke very happily, then exaggeratedly showed a troubled expression.
The boss was very perceptive and asked why.
"My friend said that each person is limited to four buns, so there might not be enough to eat."
The boss frowned.
Four is definitely not enough.
Moreover, he hadn't eaten dinner yet, so he could easily eat five or six.
In addition, I can eat when I get hungry while working at night, so I need at least ten to eat.
"So you want to?"
The boss carefully examined Xiaolin and, seeing no sign of urgency in her eyes, guessed that she might have come prepared.
"I'm going to ask the delivery person to go buy steamed buns with me, so that if there are several people, we can buy more."
After Xiaolin finished speaking, she blinked her big eyes and looked at the boss, looking a little embarrassed.
The boss understood immediately.
"I'll reimburse you for whatever you spend, including your share."
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