When a customer shook his head, they turned to the next table in disappointment. Then a customer showed interest and seemed to buy something in their basket. The child happily used chopsticks to pick up two buns from the basket and put them in the customer's bowl.
They actually came here to sell buns.
At this time, speculation and profiteering were still strictly punished.
Ruan Niannian vaguely remembered that there was a period of time from 1976 to 1977 when there was a bigger disturbance in this regard. At that time, Pei Yuanzheng's free market had made some progress, but it had to close down for rectification.
Thinking about the time, it seems that in three months, the storm will come.
Just as he was thinking, the grandfather and grandson had already walked to the front of their table. The child lifted a corner of the basket, revealing the slightly yellowed buns inside, and whispered, "Comrade, do you want some vegetable buns? Five cents each."
Ruan Niannian took a look and found that the buns were quite big, each one should be bigger than her palm. They were five cents each and there were vegetables inside, so they were not expensive.
"Then give me two." She took out a dime and gave it to the child.
The child immediately took it with joy and tried to pick up the bun. After taking it out, he frowned in embarrassment because there was no bowl on their table.
The food the guests ordered hasn’t been served yet. What should I do?
Pei Yuanzheng was good at observing people's expressions. When he saw the child was in trouble, he spread his hands and said, "Put it in our hands. We are hungry, so we can just take it and eat it."
The child let out an "ah" and put the thing on the chopsticks into Pei Yuanzheng's hand.
Then he picked up another one for Ruan Niannian.
Then they moved on to the next table.
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