When Wang Chuanjuan arrived at the park entrance, she saw a long queue and instinctively thought it was a steamed bun stall.
What good food can you find around Huaguo Mountain? It's definitely steamed buns!
There were even more people queuing to buy steamed buns last week.
The owner hasn't set up his stall for two days, and there are fewer people queuing up.
Fewer people are better, at least you won't have trouble buying things.
Wang Chuanjuan walked to the back of the line with a happy expression.
I haven't had any good steamed buns for two days, and my mouth feels bland.
"Is this the same steamed bun stall? Something seems off about the location."
"It seems so. It was at the intersection before, but this time it's a bit further inside."
"The aroma isn't that strong; it's just the typical smell of steamed noodles, unlike the fresh and fragrant aroma of the buns from the previous stall."
"Now that you mention it, it seems so. I saw the steamer baskets earlier, and there was a line of people in front of me, but I didn't pay attention. Is it the same steamed bun stall as before?"
"It doesn't seem so. I heard from the people in front that the barbecue stall next door has switched to selling steamed buns. They probably saw a business opportunity."
"Huh? Isn't it the steamed buns sold by that handsome young man from before?"
"It doesn't seem so. I heard a woman shouting, she's the owner of the barbecue stall."
"How does it taste?"
A customer who had already bought and was eating a steamed bun passed by the queue and overheard a comment. His expression was indescribable, but adhering to the principle of doing a good deed every day, he still replied.
"It's not bad."
These three simple words already convey a lot.
This directly discouraged the diners who were already in line.
"Are these really not the steamed buns that the young man sold at his stall before?"
The diner holding the steamed bun shook his head.
Hope followed by disappointment—the feeling is indescribable.
Everything is afraid of comparison, even steamed buns!
The former, the steamed buns that attract people to queue up for are just too delicious.
The fact that barbecue stalls sell perfectly good steamed buns is itself a mistake.
Not to mention, they even set up their stalls in a designated area.
Everyone hadn't had steamed buns for several days and was really craving them.
Expectations and perceptions of steamed buns have been raised.
When you finally get to eat a steamed bun that tastes normal, the only word to describe it is "not bad".
Wang Chuanjuan and the other square-dancing aunties who followed behind were stunned when they heard these words.
The joy vanished completely.
I was just so excited, finally I got to eat steamed buns!
When they arrived at the location, they discovered that it wasn't the same young man who had been selling things there before.
"Why bother queuing? If you really want to eat steamed buns, you can buy them anywhere. It's just about the taste."
As Wang Chuanjuan spoke, she left the queue.
What a disappointment!
The older brother who came upon hearing the news also sighed.
He hadn't seen Lin Zhou set up his stall for two days, so he suspected that the owner had moved to a different location. Tonight, he made a special trip to the city's night market to try his luck and see if the steamed bun stall had moved to a different place.
Then they ran around but couldn't find Lin Zhou's stall.
On my way back, I passed by Huaguo Mountain and decided to take a look. I heard someone shouting that they were selling steamed buns, so I joined the queue.
Unexpectedly, someone else followed suit and started selling steamed buns.
For a time, business was quite good.
He looked down on this kind of bandwagon behavior.
Seeing that other people's businesses are doing well, they want to follow suit and sell the same products, without even considering whether their skills can match.
After taking a bite, the people who bought the steamed buns fell silent.
If you complain that the food isn't good, the barbecue stall owner will say it's cheap and obviously can't compare to a ten-yuan steamed bun.
Immediately, the diners who felt they had been taken advantage of fell silent.
"Oh my god! Where did the owner who sold steamed buns go?!"
Perhaps it was because the diners were too resentful, but Lin Zhou sneezed in his sleep, turned over, and continued to sleep.
When he woke up again, it was already 12 o'clock.
After a quick wash, I got ready to go to the market to buy groceries.
Today he plans to cook seafood porridge.
Yesterday's abalone congee was delicious, which shows that the seafood at the market is of good quality. Today, let's go even further and make a whole pot of seafood congee.
Crab, prawns, abalone, dried scallops...
He loves every single ingredient.
Thinking of the delicious seafood, Lin Zhou rode his tricycle very quickly.
But the tricycle's speed is limited after all; compared to Grandpa Zhang's son's private car this morning, it was still much slower.
I wonder what the reward will be for completing this week's task.
I hope we can get a vehicle, otherwise it's a bit inconvenient to ride a tricycle used for street vending to buy groceries and other supplies.
Arriving at the market, Lin Zhou strolled around leisurely. Except for the first day when he was a little rushed in terms of time, he now had more time to relax after he had arranged his schedule properly.
The seafood section is located at the innermost part of the wholesale market.
Jiangdong City is not located on the coast, so only in this largest wholesale market in the city can you buy the freshest seafood delivered every night.
As a result, the market was bustling with people in the early morning.
Lin Zhou was immediately drawn to the sounds of "bang," "bang," "bang" as he entered the market.
From a distance, in one corner of the market, there were large piles of white stuff, and some people were working under them.
What is that?
Lin Zhou curiously leaned closer.
Since he wasn't in a hurry, he had plenty of time to join in the fun.
The seafood stall owner, who was watching the workers break the ice, saw a customer arrive and immediately stepped forward to say, "Seafood, to keep it fresh, these seafood ingredients are transported from the sea and frozen with large blocks of ice."
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhou understood that the important thing about seafood is not the word "sea," but the word "fresh."
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