Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 251 - 252: Steamed Bun, 1 Yuan Each; 5 for 10 Yuan, Fair to All

Chapter 251: Chapter 252: Steamed Bun, 1 Yuan Each; 5 for 10 Yuan, Fair to All

"Wow, these pan-fried buns are terrifyingly intense..."

Li Jing marveled, gripping a pan-fried bun with both hands, and with a slight squeeze, the rich broth flowed endlessly.

"Now I understand why this little foodie is so easily captivated. To win a woman’s heart, you must first win her stomach. The ancients were not wrong!"

Hmm? Why aren’t they reacting?

Li Jing spoke a few more words, yet found no one paid her any mind. She shifted her gaze from the buns to Zhuo Qianqian and the others, only to see them storm inhaling the buns, not even bothering with chopsticks. They held one in each hand, their mouths bulging as if another one was hidden inside.

Another glance at the plate, and her eyes almost popped out: "Where are my buns? My towering mountain of buns?! Why are there only two left?"

Still no response from anyone. Jiang Chenchen even snatched another bun from the plate.

"Hey! You brazen thief, put that bun down! If you’ve got guts, come for me!"

Jiang Chenchen paid her no heed. At this moment, with so many buns to devour, who had time to chat? Is 30 buns among 4 people really that much? 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

But even holding a steaming bun, Jiang Chenchen couldn’t suppress her curiosity.

What would happen if I ate this bun directly?

What exactly would happen?

Why do we have to bite a hole into it?

Is it to avoid getting burned?

I can’t stand it any longer!

Curious baby Jiang Chenchen decided to put theory into practice. Just because others say something doesn’t make it true. Only by trying it yourself do you truly know.

Resolute, Jiang Chenchen stuffed the bun into her mouth. Though the bun wasn’t big, it was a bit too large compared to her mouth, with a small tail sticking out.

Then, taking a deep breath, she braced herself for the burn and bit down hard!

"Szzzz..."

The moment Jiang Chenchen bit into it, a stream of oil and broth shot out with a whoosh from the part of the bun sticking out of her mouth.

"Oh my...!"

Jiang Chenchen clutched her mouth, dumbfounded, staring at the line of oil on the table before her. Was she eating a pan-fried bun or a soup-filled dumpling?!

Wasn’t that thing in Stephen Chow’s movie supposed to be a special effect? Why was eating a pan-fried bun giving me special effect vibes?

"What the...?!"

Li Jing, watching from across, saw Jiang Chenchen spurting bun contents at her, and inwardly thought, "Luckily, I was quick-witted!" catching the sly attack just in time!

She dodged swiftly to the side, but unluckily, collided straight into that line of oil...

"Jiang Chenchen, you little...! Your troublesome curiosity!"

Li Jing was angry, and immediately moved to confront Jiang Chenchen. Jiang Chenchen hurriedly swallowed the bun and said, "Brother Jing, Brother Jing, I’m sorry! I’ll wash it, and if I can’t clean it, I’ll buy you a new one! I didn’t mean it, it was just an accident..."

"Accident, my foot. You did it on purpose!"

Being the first table to get their hands on pan-fried buns, Zhuo Qianqian’s table was already attracting attention. When she was pouring meat juice out of her bun, many people were already salivating. Now, seeing Jiang Chenchen eat a bun with the flair of a soup bomb, their curiosity for novel experiences was instantly piqued.

"Oh my goodness? A peeing pan-fried bun, you say?"

"Did this bun grow up on a spray can?"

"The filling is so big, where’s all that juice coming from?"

"Not only is there a lot, but it even sprays out. We definitely have to try this."

Many people now rose from their seats and headed toward Wang Fan’s counter, some of whom, having already gotten their meals, still queued up at Wang Fan’s counter, eager to find out about these fascinating buns.

And standing at the front of the line was the lucky Zhang Zhaoyang.

These buns looked even more appetizing up close; he definitely had to buy a few more to try.

"Boss, how much for 10 buns?"

Wang Fan, wearing a mask, and at some point, a new pair of black-framed glasses, had his face entirely covered: "The buns are 1 dollar each, 10 dollars for 5."

Zhang Zhaoyang was stunned: "Are you messing with me, boss? It’s 1 dollar each, why are 10 dollars only for 5?"

Wang Fan pointed at the sign: "Clearly priced, not deceiving anyone."

Zhang Zhaoyang found it baffling: "How much for one bun?"

Wang Fan replied: "1 bun, 1 dollar."

"How about another one?" "One dollar." "And one more?" "One dollar."

"Another one." "One dollar." "Another." "One dollar." "One plus one plus one plus one plus one equals what?" "Equals 5."

"So how much for 5 buns?"

"5 buns for 10 dollars."

Zhang Zhaoyang was dumbfounded. We just did this step by step, piece by piece, writing everything out. Why do all your steps have no problem, but you end up with a wrong answer?

Are you messing with me?

"1 bun costs 1 dollar, so 5 buns should be 5 dollars!"

Wang Fan shook his head: "No, 1 bun is 1 dollar, 5 buns are 10 dollars, clearly priced."

Zhang Zhaoyang was exasperated, slapped down 1 dollar, and Wang Fan gave him one bun.

Another slap of 1 dollar, and Wang Fan gave him another bun.

Again and again, until he had 5 buns on his plate, and Zhang Zhaoyang, feeling his forehead throb, asked, "I now have 5 buns, how much did I spend?"

Wang Fan checked his phone: "You spent 5 dollars."

"Right, 1 dollar per bun, so 5 buns are 5 dollars. How could it be 10 dollars?!"

Wang Fan shook his head: "No, 1 bun is 1 dollar, 5 buns are 10 dollars."

"Ahhhh! Ohhhhhh..."

Zhang Zhaoyang nearly lost it, feeling like he and the bun shop owner weren’t from the same planet.

Running his fingers through his hair, he let out a miserable howl, grabbed his plate, and dashed off, causing the people in line to stare.

"What’s with that guy?"

"No idea, maybe he remembered something sad?"

"Oof... that scream was tragic, did he just become a dad?"

"Never mind him, I just want to try the buns now. They look so good."

"Definitely, this is still the sign written by Zhuo the school beauty herself. Gotta try and see if it’s good."

Lu Kai was at the front, having witnessed firsthand the exchange between Wang Fan and Zhang Zhaoyang, he felt Zhang Zhaoyang’s approach had a flaw. Here should be multiplication; the boss would understand.

"Boss, how much for 10 buns?"

"10 buns, 20 dollars."

Lu Kai chuckled: "No, boss, look, 1 bun is 1 dollar. I want 10, so it’s 10 times 1. Any number times one equals itself, so 10 times one equals 10. So, 10 buns should be 10 dollars."

Wang Fan shook his head: "10 buns, 20 dollars. It’s written there, clear as day."

Lu Kai got annoyed, also like Zhang Zhaoyang, paying 1 dollar after another, and Wang Fan gave him one pan-fried bun each time.

"How many pan-fried buns do I have on my plate now?"

"10."

"How much did I spend?"

"10 dollars."

"So how much for 10 buns?"

"10 buns, 20 dollars, clearly marked, not deceiving anyone."

"Ahhhhhh...!!!"

Lu Kai frantically scratched his head and rushed out with his plate, dealing with this bun pricing felt like tutoring his little brother in elementary school math.

For crying out loud, this isn’t humanly possible!