CHAPTER 59: CHAPTER 59: LET’S MAKE CRAB ROE BUNS

"Hello, what kind of filling for the Steamed Bun would you like?"

Wang Fan asked, preparing to grab a Steamed Bun with the tongs in his hand.

But instead of answering, he received an excited voice.

"Hello, do you remember me? The other day when there was a traffic jam on the Fifth Ring Road, you gave me a bag of Steamed Buns and saved my life."

Sun Yunpeng asked Wang Fan with a genuine smile on his face.

Wang Fan was stunned for a moment by his words and looked up carefully at Sun Yunpeng.

Fifth Ring Road? Gave away Steamed Buns? Did that really happen?

Wang Fan shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don’t really remember, my memory isn’t always great."

"Uh..."

Sun Yunpeng’s smile froze instantly on his face.

At this moment, Old Guo stepped forward and said with a cupped-hand salute, "It’s understandable for a distinguished person to forget things, but to me, you gave life-saving kindness to my disciple with just a simple gesture."

Wang Fan scratched his head and took a closer look at the two of them, but indeed, he had no memory of it.

Maybe he could have remembered in ordinary times, but while driving, his skills were terrible, and he had to concentrate fully; his brain was just not enough.

"It’s no big deal, don’t worry about it. Even if it wasn’t me, others would have stopped to help anyway."

Wang Fan spoke his mind directly.

After all, it was just a bag of Steamed Buns, how could he consider himself someone’s life-saving benefactor?

"Are you two here to buy Steamed Buns? If not, could you please step aside for the customers behind?"

It wasn’t that he feared these two blocking the way would affect business; there weren’t many Steamed Buns left, and they would sell out soon. He just didn’t want the customers behind to wait in vain.

Old Guo, feeling a bit embarrassed, cupped his hands again, "Then we’ll step aside and wait; we’ll chat when you’re not busy."

Wang Fan shook his head, "It’s really nothing; if you two don’t have anything else, no need to wait for me, I’m quite busy here."

Wang Fan was someone who hated trouble, especially socializing. He’d rather make 1000 Steamed Buns than spend 5 minutes doing these things with people.

Old Guo cupped his hands again and moved aside, with Sun Yunpeng following him, indicating that they were ready to wait until Wang Fan was done working.

"I want 10 of each of the three fillings, boss, please make sure the plastic bag is tied tightly so the Steamed Bun’s aroma doesn’t escape."

Officer Zhong, who was standing behind Sun Yunpeng, instructed.

Wang Fan was taken aback, "What’s this for? If you tie the bag too tightly, it will affect the Steamed Buns’ texture."

The Steamed Buns were freshly steamed, and if the bag is tied tightly, the steam will condense on the buns, making the dough wet and affecting the texture.

Officer Zhong shrugged helplessly, "I know, but I’m planning to invite others to taste these. If you don’t tie it tightly, I might finish them all before returning to the office."

He made such a reasonable point that I was left speechless.

Wang Fan shrugged and could only pack the Steamed Buns tightly, not forgetting to remind Officer Zhong, "If the taste is affected when you return, and your friends say it’s not good, don’t say you bought them from me."

Officer Zhong laughed heartily, "No worries, if they say it doesn’t taste good, I’ll bring them over tonight to eat here."

He then praised Wang Fan, "Honestly, boss, your Steamed Buns are really amazing, not just the flavor, but the texture makes people want to savor every bite."

"Thanks for the compliment, here are your Steamed Buns."

Wang Fan smiled and handed the packed Steamed Buns to Officer Zhong, who paid and left briskly, as if afraid he would eat all the Steamed Buns if he lingered.

After selling for about half an hour more, Wang Fan’s Steamed Buns sold out again, and the filling in three large pots was all gone.

Diners who didn’t get any Steamed Buns left reluctantly, while Wang Fan stretched lazily, just wanting to go home and have a good sleep.

At this moment, Old Guo and Sun Yunpeng came over again.

"Brother, you’ve been busy all day. How about we grab a meal together?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Fan’s head started to ache, and he quickly waved it off, "No need, no need. I really don’t remember what you mentioned, maybe you’ve got the wrong person. Please, you both can leave now."

Honestly, Wang Fan didn’t have a bad impression of these two; rather, he quite liked them. But he really didn’t like such social occasions; even his previous company team-building activities made him uncomfortable, let alone dining with strangers.

Wang Fan was determined not to acknowledge that incident and certainly wouldn’t dine with them. He quickly packed his things, got in his car, and left swiftly.

Old Guo and Sun Yunpeng, out of respect, didn’t insist, just stood there watching Wang Fan drive off.

Sun Yunpeng asked, a bit dumbfounded, "Master, what do we do now?"

Old Guo pondered for a moment and said, "Let’s head back. Tonight, put some extra effort into writing a piece. You can include this person’s address, and if he doesn’t want to accept the favor, we’ll draw customers for him."

Wang Fan drove straight to the market.

After a tiring day, he planned to go home and catch up on sleep after buying groceries at the market.

Thinking that tomorrow, the last day, he would complete his task, Wang Fan felt a bit excited.

The seafood store owner greeted Wang Fan as soon as he saw him, "Come in, take a look. I’ve got some good stuff today."

Curious, Wang Fan walked into the seafood shop, where the owner pointed to the tanks and said, "We’re clearing out today and heading home for the New Year tomorrow. Check out the special offer on hairy crabs, female ones weighing 2.5 ounces each are 20 each, 3 ounces per female are 25 each, and male ones at 3.5 ounces are 15 each. Other crabs are 35 per pound, and everything else is 20% off. Is there anything you’d like?"

Wang Fan looked up at the crabs waving their claws at him, feeling tempted.

Tomorrow is his final showdown, and ending this week-long task with crab roe buns seems like a great choice?

Now Beijing is in the dead of winter, not the peak crab roe season of August or September. Plus, the owner is having a clearance sale for the New Year, which has significantly lowered the crabs’ prices. They’re almost slashed compared to August and September prices.

The cost for crab roe buns is a bit high; it’s uncertain if customers would accept a price hike for the Steamed Buns?

After an internal battle, Wang Fan decided to buy them. If they don’t sell, he could always freeze the buns and eat crab roe buns every day, achieving crab roe bun freedom!

After all, they’re crab roe buns!

Previously, when he went to Su City and found a small shop selling them, a steamer was 160 for only 6 small buns. Back then, he gritted his teeth and hesitated for long but couldn’t bring himself to buy a portion to eat.

This time, he’s determined to try them.

"I’ll take all the hairy crabs."

Wang Fan waved his hand grandiosely, enjoying the thrill of splurging like a tycoon.