Lin Zhou didn't keep it a secret and spoke directly.
"That's great, is it limited edition?"
As a fellow vendor, he was among the first to taste the steamed buns. The fried food stall owner didn't even have time to care about his own stall and immediately took the first spot.
"Well, if no one comes, there's no limit. But if there are a lot of people, there will definitely be a limit."
Lin Zhou is good at speaking.
Look at that perfectly flawless answer!
Before long, the aroma of steamed buns wafted into the park square.
That area is full of square dancing spots.
Ms. Wang Chuanjuan has successfully maintained her weight after not having enjoyed Mr. Lin's delicious steamed buns for a long time.
I didn't gain weight this summer.
She dances in the square every day and maintains a great figure.
As she hopped around, she smelled the aroma of steamed buns and let out a soft sigh.
"How many steamed bun stalls are there this month?"
An auntie dancing next to me thought for a moment and replied, "It's November, this is the first one of the month."
"I will definitely not be fooled this time. Every time I try it, it tastes terrible. It's not as good as the ones Mr. Lin sold before."
“I stopped trying them a long time ago. You just didn’t believe me and insisted on trying those buns. You didn’t even need to look at them; you could tell from the smell that they were no good.”
These middle-aged women who dance in the square have been fooled many times by the fake steamed bun stalls at the entrance of Huaguoshan.
Every time I see a new steamed bun stall, I excitedly go over to buy some.
When you taste it, it's not even comparable to Mr. Lin's steamed buns, and it's also inferior to the steamed buns from regular steamed bun shops.
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