"Here they come, here they come, everyone make way!"
"Don't push, don't push, we queued up so early, we'll definitely get some."
"Hey, you cutting in line, get out! Don't be so shameless!"
"Make some room and clear the way. If you don't let him in, none of us will get any Steamed Buns."
Old Liu held a small megaphone, directing the scene.
It can't be helped, there are simply too many people buying the Steamed Buns.
Wang Fan isn't even here yet, and there are already about thirty people gathered around his usual stall.
The crowd is generally well-behaved, aside from a few trying to take advantage, most are lining up properly.
Aunt Wang chatted with Old Liu, "I wonder if the young vendor has any vegetarian Steamed Buns today, my big grandson needs to watch his weight."
Old Liu chuckled, "Chubby as a child doesn't count, they'll slim down when they're older."
