Food: Random stalls, customers chase me all over the country

第252章 -包子1块钱1个，5个10块童叟无欺

"Wow, this pan-fried bun is so scary..."

Li Jing exclaimed in surprise, held a pan-fried bun with both hands and squeezed it slightly, and the rich soup kept flowing out.

"I finally understand why this little foodie is being manipulated so tightly. If you want to win over a woman, you must first win over her stomach. The ancients were right!"

Huh? Why didn't they react?
Li Jing said a few words, but found that no one paid any attention to her. She moved her eyes from the buns to Zhuo Qianqian and the other two, and found that the three of them were sucking in the buns like a storm, without even using chopsticks. They took one in their left hand and pinched one in their right hand. Their mouths were bulging, and it was obvious that there was another one hidden in them.

He looked at the plate again, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. "Where are my buns? Where's my mountain of buns?! How come there are only two left?"

Still no one answered, and Jiang Chenchen even took another bun from the plate.

"Hey! Put that bun down, you daring thief! Come at me if you dare!"

Jiang Chenchen ignored her. If she didn't show off the buns now, she would have time to talk. Are more than 30 buns a lot for four people?

However, holding the hot bun in his hand, Jiang Chenchen couldn't suppress his curiosity.

What happens if you eat this bun directly?

What will happen?
Why do you have to bite a hole?

Are you afraid of the heat?
No, I can't stand it any longer!
Curious baby Jiang Chenchen decided to put it into practice. What others say may not be right. Only by trying it yourself can you know whether it is right or wrong!
Jiang Chenchen made up her mind and stuffed the bun into her mouth. Although the bun was not big, it was still a little bigger than her mouth, with a small tail sticking out.

Then she made up her mind and bit down hard, prepared to get burned!
"Zi..."

The moment Jiang Chenchen took a bite, a stream of oil and water, accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, spurted out from the bun that was exposed in his mouth.

"My young mother..."

Jiang Chenchen covered his mouth with his hands, staring blankly at the streak of oil on the table in front of him. Was this a pan-fried bun or a beef ball?!

Isn't that thing in Stephen Chow's movies a special effect? ​​Why did I feel like a special effect when I was just eating a pan-fried bun?

"What the hell?!"

Li Jing watched Jiang Chenchen sitting opposite her and cursed at her, and secretly said, "Fortunately, I have a keen eye so I can find out that you, a troublemaker, are trying to harm me!"

She dodged to the side with agile movements and happened to bump into the oil...

"Jiang Chenchen, your sister! You have such a stupid curiosity!"

Li Jing was furious and wanted to settle the score with Jiang Chenchen immediately. Jiang Chenchen hurriedly swallowed the bun and said, "Brother Jing, Brother Jing, I was wrong! I'll wash it for you. If it's not clean enough, I'll buy you a new one! I really didn't mean to, I was just careless..."

"Your sister, you did it on purpose!"

As the first table to eat Shengjianbao, Zhuo Qianqian and her group already attracted a lot of attention. When Zhuo Qianqian poured the gravy out of the buns, many people were already drooling. Now, seeing Jiang Chenchen eating the buns as if he was eating a beef ball, their desire to explore new things was immediately aroused.

"Oh my goodness? Pissing on a pan-fried bun, huh?"

"Did this bun grow up eating a watering can?"

"The filling is obviously huge, so where does all the gravy come from?"

"Not only is there so much, but it can even be sprayed out. I have to buy it and try it."

At this time, many people stood up from their seats and walked towards Wang Fan's window. Among them, many people had already prepared their meals, but still stood up and ran to Wang Fan's window to line up. They had to find out what such interesting buns were.

The lucky person who was first in the queue at this time was Zhang Zhaoyang.

These buns look more appetizing up close. I should buy a few more to try.

"Boss, how much do I need for 10 buns?"

Wang Fan wore a mask and had a pair of black-framed glasses on his eyes, covering his face completely. "Steamed buns are 1 yuan each, 1 yuan for 10."

Zhang Zhaoyang was shocked: "Boss, are you kidding me? 1 yuan for one, why can I only buy 1 for 10 yuan?"

Wang Fan pointed at the sign: "The prices are clearly marked, no cheating."

Zhang Zhaoyang was speechless: "How much does one bun cost?"

Wang Fan said, "One dollar each." "What if I want another one?" "One dollar." "What about another one?" "One dollar."

“再一个。”一块。”“再一个”。“一块”。“1加1加1加1加1等于几？”“等于5。”

"How much are those five buns?"

"5 buns for 10 yuan."

Zhang Zhaoyang was stunned. Didn't we just calculate it perfectly? We wrote down each step one by one, and why did you come up with a wrong answer even though all your steps were correct?
Are you kidding me?
"One bun is one yuan, so five buns are five yuan!"

Wang Fan shook his head: "No, one bun is one yuan, and five buns are ten yuan. The prices are clearly marked and there can't be any mistakes."

Zhang Zhaoyang was furious and quickly scanned a dollar. Wang Fan picked up a bun and gave it to him.

He swept up another piece and Wang Fan picked up another bun and gave it to him.

Over and over again, until there were five buns on his plate, Zhang Zhaoyang asked with a throbbing forehead: "I bought five buns now, how much did I spend in total?"

Wang Fan looked at his phone and said, "You spent 5 yuan."

"Yeah, one bun costs 1 yuan, so 5 buns is 5 yuan, how can it be 10 yuan?!"

Wang Fan shook his head: "No, one bun is one yuan, five buns are ten yuan."

“Ahhh! Aaaaaaa…”

Zhang Zhaoyang was going crazy. He felt that he and the bun shop owner were not from the same planet.

He rubbed his hair, howled, and ran away with the plate, attracting the attention of those queuing behind him.

"What's going on with this guy?"

"I don't know. Are you thinking of something unhappy?"

"Eh...you're screaming so miserably, are you happy to be a father?"

"Never mind him. I just want to try the buns right now. They look delicious."

"Of course I have to. This is a sign written by the campus beauty Zhuo. I have to try it to see if it tastes good."

Lu Kai was in the front of the line. He witnessed and heard with his own eyes what happened between Wang Fan and Zhang Zhaoyang. He felt that there was something wrong with Zhang Zhaoyang's way of solving the problem and that multiplication should be used here. Then the boss understood.

"Boss, how much do I need for 10 buns?"

"10 buns for 20 yuan."

Lu Kai smiled and said, "That's not right, Boss. You see, one bun is one yuan. I want ten, which is 1 times 1. Any number multiplied by one equals the original number, so 10 times 10 equals 1. Ten buns should be 10 yuan."

Wang Fan shook his head. "Ten buns are 10 yuan. It's clearly written there. The price is transparent and fair."

Lu Kai was angry, and like Zhang Zhaoyang, he picked up one piece after another, and Wang Fan also picked up one pan-fried bun after another for him.

“How many shengjianbao do I have on my plate now?”

"10."

“How much did I spend?”

"10 yuan."

"So how much are 10 buns?"

"10 buns for 20, clearly marked prices, no cheating."

“Ah ...!!!”

Lu Kai scratched his hair frantically, picked up his plate and rushed out the door. Calculating the price of the buns with the boss reminded him of tutoring his younger brother in elementary school math.

This is something that no human can do!

(End of this chapter)