"Shiitake beef bun? 10 yuan for 3?"
"Pepper eggplant bun? Can that even taste good?"
"Minced meat with green beans?"
"Why is there no sauced meat anymore?"
"Oh dear, I've been looking forward to the pork and sauerkraut bun for ages, and just like that, it's gone?"
When these elderly people shop, they focus on reputation. The previous fillings had been tried and tested by others, but now with three new kinds, they're all hesitant to try.
However, after hearing Wang Fan's words, old Liu was overjoyed.
"Oh wow, beef is my favorite, give me three to taste first."
Wang Fan opened the fresh food box, picked out three shiitake beef buns, and handed them to old Liu.
Old Liu took the buns and, under the watchful eyes of the elderly crowd, brought them close to his lips.
The bun's dough was as soft as ever, and just pressing it lightly with his lips left a little dent.
