"Yours have a total of 10 pieces of 5."

"Your 8 pieces."

"Your 10."

The two young ladies were about to take out their mobile phones to scan the code to pay, but found that there was no QR code.

"Hello, don't you have a QR code?"

Sang Wanzhou shook his head: "I'm sorry, we only support cash now."

The two young ladies nodded, so they had to dig through their bags and hand him cash, and then left with breakfast.

They were clearly not recognized.

The old woman took out her purse from her pocket and counted them one by one very seriously.

"I'll give you 10 pieces of 5."

Sang Wanzhou took the money from his hand and put it aside, and he took down the iron basin that contained the money: "Welcome to come next time."

Look at the back of the old grandmother staggering away.

Only then did she find out that she was lame.

A very subtle feeling suddenly and slowly rose from his heart.

Sang Wanzhou half-squinted as the old lady's back disappeared around the corner.

Lame......

Where else has he seen anyone walking in this way?

Otherwise, why would it be so familiar?

"Brother?"

"Brother!"

"Brother is a guest!"

Xiao Fubao's voice interrupted his thoughts and pulled him back to reality.

Only then did Sang Wanzhou come back to his senses and find another guest standing at the door.

"I'm sorry, I just got distracted, I need something to eat, we only have meat buns, bean paste buns, peanut buns and soy milk today."

"Give me two meat buns, a bean paste bun and a cup of soy milk."

"Okay."

Sang Wanzhou answered and lowered his head to pack the buns.

The guest stared at him and Xiao Fubao for a long time, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Are you ...... Mulberry Chau? And Little Fubao?"

Sang Wanzhou silently packed breakfast for him before he spoke, "Yes, a total of 13 pieces 5."

The man paid the money, but he was very calm, looked at them with his phone and asked, "Well, can I take a picture?"

Sang Wanzhou's classic head pulled Xiao Fubao out and took a photo with the guests.

Seeing the man away, the photographer upstairs suddenly walked down, holding two masks in his hand and handing them to them.

"The director said you should bring this."

Sang Wan Chau: "......"

[Hahahaha! This is to completely cover up the beauty of our Sang Wanzhou and Xiao Fubao! 】

[It's useless, the tear moles in their eyes and corners of their eyes are too obvious! Can't cover it up, okay? 】

[I'll go, cover it like this, but I think the two look more alike! The eyebrows and eyes are so similar! 】

There are more and more people on the road, and more and more customers come to buy steamed buns.

At the peak of the morning, most of the steamed buns they made were already sold.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one now, Sang Wanzhou took out the money and counted it.

A total of 23 meat buns were sold, three red bean buns were eaten, 15 peanut buns and 33 cups of soy milk were eaten.

What he didn't expect was that peanut buns were the fastest to sell.

Could it really be that he is too ugly?

Just as he was settling the score.

Yu Guang saw an old man dressed in dirty and tattered clothes standing three or four meters in front of the store, he was skinny and holding a dirty bowl in his hand and kept staring at the steamer in their store.

This should be a bum.

Sang Wanzhou didn't intend to ignore him.

Xiao Fubao suddenly tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Brother, can Fubao take a bun and a cup of soy milk to him?" He looked like he was really hungry."

Sang Wanzhou glanced at her and nodded silently.

Anyway, today's portions are almost sold, not much more than this one, and a lot of this one.