CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: DO THESE THREE RUN A CAFETERIA AT HOME?

"Hey, is it true that the little boss really just decided not to come?"

"Isn’t it? Business was so good, how could he just not come anymore? It’s almost New Year, so I guess he won’t come back."

Aunt Wang sighed, "Ever since we couldn’t buy the little boss’s steamed buns, my big grandson hasn’t been eating well. The only consolation is that after eating the little boss’s mushroom and oil cabbage buns, he actually learned to eat some greens."

Old Liu raised his hand, showing the small steamed buns in it, and said, "I just bought these from outside. Let’s have some together."

Professor Jiang picked one up with his chopsticks, took a bite, and sighed, "I can’t say it’s worlds apart, but it just doesn’t taste the same. The skin of this bun has no elasticity, and the filling is so salty."

Old Liu took one more, eating it without much enjoyment, "People die comparing themselves to others, and goods get thrown away when compared. I used to think these buns were good, but now I can’t even look at them. If I didn’t crave buns so much, I wouldn’t buy them."

As they were chatting, a young man walked over with a smile and said to Old Liu, "Hello, sir. We heard there’s a stall nearby selling delicious buns. Do you know which one it is?"

Old Liu looked up and noticed there were three or four young people. He sighed and said, "You’re too late. That bun stall hasn’t been here for a long time."

The young person pointed at the buns in Old Liu’s hand, "Aren’t these the buns you bought?"

Old Liu shook his head wearily, "Far from it, far from it. Not even close. Let me tell you, those buns were as soft as clouds, and the meat filling... Oh, damn!"

Old Liu exclaimed suddenly, then pointed in a direction and said to Aunt Wang, "Lao Wang, Lao Wang, you have good eyes. Look, is that the little boss setting up his stall?"

Aunt Wang quickly looked up and saw a silhouette unloading a vehicle at Wang Fan’s booth.

Upon closer inspection, Aunt Wang shook her head and said, "No, it’s not the little boss. You got it wrong."

Old Liu was slightly stunned, did I get it wrong? That shouldn’t be.

But the car doesn’t seem to be the same as before.

Hmm?

Why did Lao Wang suddenly run off?

Oh crap!

Old Liu suddenly got anxious, running while shouting at Aunt Wang, who was sprinting, "Damn you, Lao Wang, how dare you trick me!"

Professor Jiang was momentarily at a loss, then reacted, could it really be that the little boss is back?!

Seeing Old Liu and Lao Wang sprinting madly, Old Jiang also got anxious.

"You two stop! How does going a bit earlier get you more buns?!"

The three young people looked at each other, watching the three elderly folks sprint away.

Weren’t they just weak and frail moments ago? How are they suddenly running faster than rabbits?

"Should we go take a look too?"

"Looking at them, could it be the bun seller from before?"

"Since we’re here, Lao Guo and Xiao Peng’s crosstalk praised these buns so much, we have to try them."

"Haha, wasn’t that why we came? We must see just how delicious these buns that you’d pick off the ground if you dropped them are."

...

Wang Fan and Uncle were busy unloading things.

Wang Fan didn’t want Uncle doing the work, since he had just had surgery not long ago and should still be resting.

But Uncle just couldn’t sit still and insisted on helping.

Luckily, the stuff wasn’t much or too heavy, so Wang Fan let him be.

After unloading, Uncle proudly said to Wang Fan, "Leave selling buns and attracting customers to me. I’ll make sure to bring them all in."

Wang Fan was about to say there’s no need, as his stall has enough appeal, but Uncle already started working.

Just then, a slender-looking young man walked past the stall, and Uncle called out to him, "Handsome, want to buy some buns?"

Liang Xilong, who was just about to head home when he heard this, felt a shiver run down his spine.

He immediately walked over with a big smile, "Yes, of course!"

He bought three beef buns and left happily.

Uncle gave Wang Fan a proud look, "How was that?"

Wang Fan gave him a thumbs-up, "Impressive, impressive."

Uncle smugly explained, "Let me tell you, you call those slender boys ’handsome,’ and they’re likely from the South. They can never resist being called handsome."

As he was explaining, he saw three elderly folks the same age as him sprinting over and hurriedly called out, "Brothers and sisters, no need to rush. Running that fast might make you catch your breath, don’t worry, come over and take a rest."

Aunt Wang was the first to reach the stall, thanks to her daily exercise, she wasn’t even panting after the sprint.

Uncle took out a disposable cup, poured half a cup of water from a thermos, and handed it to Aunt Wang, "Sister, what’s the hurry? Have a drink and calm down."

Aunt Wang, her face full of excitement, glanced at the steaming buns, and then said to Uncle, "What else could it be? I just wanted to get a taste of these buns early!"

Then she turned, looking at Wang Fan expectantly, "Little boss, how come you’re back today? Will you be here from now on?"

Wang Fan shook his head, "Just a coincidence today. Unless something unexpected happens, I probably won’t be back."

Old Liu rushed over just in time to hear Wang Fan’s words.

"Why won’t you be back? Without your buns, I don’t even know what to eat every day."

Wang Fan chuckled, "I plan to travel around in the future."

Old Liu sighed, "I thought you were going to stay a while. Oh well, just give me 100 buns to calm my nerves."

Uncle was dumbfounded and asked in disbelief, "Brother, how many did you say you want?"

"100. Since it’s the last time the little boss is here, you can’t have a limit, right?"

Wang Fan nodded, "No limits today."

He’s mainly worried about Uncle’s health. With it being winter, the sooner they sell out, the less time Uncle has to spend in the cold.

Aunt Wang was thrilled when she heard there were no limits, "Give me 200! Once they’re packed, set them aside for me. I’ll go home and get a small cart!"

Old Liu, hearing this, hurriedly changed his order, "I’ll take 200 too!"

Professor Jiang also chimed in, "200 for me too. Old Liu, take my small cart when you head back. I’ll watch our buns here."

Old Liu put down some money, grabbed a bun, and headed home.

"Keep an eye on my buns, I won’t let it go if one’s missing."

Uncle watched the three, feeling a bit lost as if his brain wasn’t processing.

Who buys a few hundred buns for home?

With a bit of confusion, Uncle looked at Wang Fan, "Nephew, do these three have a canteen at home?"