After Hua Xinuo said this, everyone looked at the steamed buns again and realized that they were indeed beautiful and looked delicious.
Some people started buying it once they believed in it.
And everyone subconsciously believes what children say more.
More and more people came here. When many people saw the crowds in front of the stall, they thought the things must be good and couldn't help but come over to see what was going on.
However, there are also people who really want to buy steamed buns, and they buy them regardless of what others say.
Some people bought it and took a bite of it on the spot.
"Don't mention it, it's really delicious."
A kind woman tasted it and said with a smile, "It looks good and tastes good. Auntie, do you sell steamed buns at your stall every day?"
When Mrs. Feng heard someone talking to her, she nodded quickly and said, "Yes."
"That's good. The steamed buns you make are both beautiful and delicious. I will buy them from you next time I buy steamed buns."
"We are from the north and are not used to the rice here. We are more used to eating steamed buns and noodles. We don't have time to make these, so it will be convenient for us to buy steamed buns from you in the future."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Feng was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling.
"Give me six steamed buns."
"Young man, I want to buy four steamed buns."
After a while, more and more people came over and bought steamed buns.
However, some people think that even if it looks good, it is better to buy buns and rice instead of spending two cents on a steamed bun.
However, there are also people who really like to eat steamed buns. There are people shouting here and there are many people in front of the stall, so many people come over.
Even if some people don't buy steamed buns because they think they are too expensive, there will always be people willing to buy them.
Hua Xinuo knew clearly that even if she didn't come, all the steamed buns at Grandma Feng's stall would be sold out.
Anyone who is willing to eat steamed buns will definitely know what they are.
Definitely willing to buy.
Ordinary steamed buns cost two cents each, let alone these steamed buns that look good and taste good.
And there are indeed few people selling steamed buns at stalls.
There are more rice cakes.
So in fact, this kind of good-looking and delicious steamed buns will have no trouble selling.
Even if there are few people buying it at the beginning, as long as those who have bought it have tasted it, they will be willing to buy it again.
Over time, word of mouth will spread.
But she was afraid that someone would find fault with it or be unwilling to buy it at the beginning, which would make Mrs. Feng unbearable and mentally collapse.
Especially since Old Mrs. Feng is just getting better, she needs to take care of her health, and her mood is also very important.
So Hua Xinuo was a little worried, so she came over to take a look and say a few words to help.
Seeing the smile on Old Mrs. Feng's face and Feng Zhiqiang able to talk to everyone, Hua Xinuo felt relieved.
Hua Xinuo went back.
Old Mrs. Feng and Feng Zhiqiang naturally remembered Hua Xinuo's kindness and kept it in their hearts.
I also understand that this is not the time to talk about these things, I should just hurry up and run the steamed bun stall business well.
When someone asked, they answered patiently.
At first, Mrs. Feng was not very good at interacting with people, and she would just answer one question at a time.
Or maybe she heard so many questions that she didn't know which one to answer first.
Fortunately, there was Feng Zhiqiang. Seeing that many people were buying steamed buns, he became very excited and could even talk and communicate with customers with a smile.
He speaks cheerfully and loves to laugh, which gives people a very good impression.
Of course, at the beginning he spoke loudly and introduced the steamed buns to customers, and he felt a little embarrassed and blushed.
But gradually, I relaxed a little.
A woman was watching and said to Mrs. Feng, "Old lady, your grandson is really good."
"Looks cheerful and capable."
The main thing is that it looks really good.
When Mrs. Feng heard others praising her grandson, she couldn't help laughing and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, this child has been sensible and filial since he was young."
They made more than fifty steamed buns in total, both large and small, and they were all sold out by noon.
They were sold bit by bit, and then all were sold out.
Old Mrs. Feng was stunned when she saw this.
"Are all the steamed buns really sold out?"
Old Mrs. Feng couldn't believe it.
Feng Zhiqiang's eyes lit up, and he seemed a little excited. "Grandma, they're all sold out."
"there is none left."
Feng Zhiqiang's hands were shaking with excitement, he simply couldn't believe it.
"Grandma, all the steamed buns we made are really sold out."
When Feng Zhiqiang said this, his voice was choked with sobs.
Almost cried.
Old Mrs. Feng's eyes also turned red.
"Yeah, that means we can set up a stall and make steamed buns."
It was a good start and also gave Mrs. Feng more confidence.
It also gives me more hope for life.
Just as they were about to return to the boat with the comb, an old woman came.
"Young man, I'm here to buy some steamed buns."
Feng Zhiqiang was startled, then recognized her. "Auntie, I remember you came to buy our steamed buns this morning. Do you still buy them?"
"Oh, the boy has a good memory."
"The steamed buns you make are really delicious. My daughter, son-in-law and their children came home today and they ate the steamed buns and they thought they were delicious."
"To be honest, my son-in-law's hometown is in the north. He's been used to eating steamed buns since he was a child and doesn't like rice very much. But I've bought steamed buns from here before, and he said yours are delicious."
"Well, I thought I'd buy some quickly so they can take it back with them."
The old woman was dressed very elegantly and looked very clean, so she must come from a well-off family.
Old Mrs. Feng was stunned. "But all the steamed buns are sold out."
“Are they all sold out?”
The old woman looked a little lost.
Feng Zhiqiang suddenly remembered something and said, "Auntie, you can pre-order our steamed buns. How many do you need? We'll make them and send them to you."
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