"Boss, two meat buns and two cups of soy milk."
"I want a vegetable bun, a red bean paste bun, and a bottle of milk."
"Okay, here you go."
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The area is only about seven or eight square meters at most, and is filled with large steamers, each one full of steamed buns. Soy milk, milk, soda and other drinks are also placed on the old and shabby counter.
This is a typical small bun shop.
And she sells buns!
The middle-aged lady next to her who was quickly packing buns for customers was probably her mother.
Quickly extracting the important information, Lin Xiaoman relied on the instincts left by the original owner and began to collect money, make change, collect money, make change...
Well, she is responsible for collecting money and her mother is responsible for delivering the goods. The division of labor is clear.
This is a pure cash era without Taobao and WeChat, and prices are still very low. A big meat bun costs only 80 cents!
After working hard for more than an hour, business became quiet and there were only a few buns left in the big steamer.
As the last customer in front of the store left with their belongings, the middle-aged woman took off her cloth mask, picked up the towel under the counter, wiped her face, and said in a concerned tone, "Xiao Qiu, are you tired? Are you hungry? Get some food for yourself and go inside to rest and get some sleep. There are not many people here now, so Mom won't be busy alone."
"Yeah." Lin Xiaoman responded, pulled out a plastic bag, opened the big steamer in front of him without being picky, picked up two buns at random, picked up a bottle of boxed milk, and walked inside.
Behind a curtain, there was a room about seven or eight square meters in the back of the shop, with a large table covered with flour. It was obviously a place where buns were made.
There was a staircase against the wall. Lin Xiaoman walked up step by step. Upstairs was a small attic, which was obviously where the two of them lived.
After finding a stool to sit on and making sure the environment was safe, Lin Xiaoman immediately looked distressed, "Damn it, how many times did I just brush it?"
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