"Boss, please say yes!"
"Please have pity on us! We're dying of hunger if we can't eat your steamed buns soon!"
"Boss, I'm a ninety-year-old lady. Before I go, all I want is to eat one of your steamed buns, you know what I mean!"
"......"
Lin Zhou had a headache from the constant chatter of a group of people.
After asking for everyone's opinion, they all said that purchase limits should be imposed, so we agreed.
If the diners don't mind, then limiting the purchase amount so that more people can try the steamed buns is fine too.
It's just a bit of a hassle at most.
But if so many customers don't manage to buy any steamed buns, wouldn't they just keep him from leaving?
From this perspective, purchase restrictions are still the best approach.
Otherwise, the scenario of someone dragging your tricycle and preventing it from moving could actually happen.
"Then each person is limited to four. Please queue up and don't crowd. Come one at a time."
After the second batch of buns was steamed, Lin Zhou called out to the diners as he packed them up.
"Boss, two red bean paste buns and two char siu buns."
"Boss, I'm the same as him."
"Boss, me too."
"Boss, same as above."
"......"
Knowing that each person was limited to four buns, it's safe to say that almost all diners chose the maximum limit of four buns when ordering.
The portions were distributed very evenly, with two of each flavor available.
When it was Jia Lan's turn, she did not order.
Upon seeing Lin Zhou, they were completely stunned.
She was surprised to find that the owner of the steamed bun stall was even younger than she had imagined.
She thought she could answer Xiaolin's question now.
The boss who saved her is very handsome!
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