If I ask you to set up a stall, why do you always run to deserted places?

In the next half hour,

The seven people devoured the steamed buns like starving ghosts.

Li Guilan ate six, Lao Zhang ate five, and his wife ate four.

The three hikers were even more outrageous.

Everyone ate eight, making up for the food they had eaten over the past two days all at once!

"I can't eat anymore, I really can't eat anymore!"

Li Guilan patted her round belly and slumped into a folding chair.

"Me too!"

Old Zhang's wife let out a loud burp.

"I've never eaten so much in my life!!"

"Delicious, so delicious!"

The boy wearing glasses looked up at the sky and sighed.

"Why sell steamed buns in a place like this? Why not open a shop in the city?"

Su Yun smiled but did not answer.

"Are you stupid?"

Zhao Dayong chimed in from the side.

"That young man is honing his skills; he'll emerge and make a name for himself once he's mastered them!"

"Cultivation?"

The three hikers exchanged a glance.

They both saw doubt in each other's eyes.

What the hell is this fetish?

"Wow, just like a martial arts master in a wuxia novel!"

"I'll find a secluded place to cultivate in seclusion, and only emerge after I've mastered my divine skills!"

Zhao Dayong gave a very serious explanation.

"The reason these buns are so delicious is because they were made through hard work in the deep mountains and forests."

Three hikers: "..."

You mustn't tell, you really mustn't tell!

It sounds far-fetched, but it somehow makes sense?

"Master Su, may I take a video?"

The boy wearing glasses took out his phone.

"This steamed bun is so delicious, I want to post a funny video on Douyin."

"Take the picture."

Su Yun waved his hand dismissively.

The boy turned on his camera and connected to the hotspot.

I took several close-up photos of the steamed buns in the steamer.

Plump, white steamed buns.

Thin, almost transparent dough, fillings faintly visible, and steam rising from the surface.

Every single photo looks incredibly appetizing.

"Should we send the location information?"

He hesitated for a moment.

"Don't send it anymore."

The other boy thought for a moment,

"Such a skilled person selling steamed buns in an air-raid shelter must not want to be disturbed."

"If we send out our location, this place will be packed with people tomorrow."

"That makes sense. Wise people like peace and quiet."

The girl nodded.

"Besides, look at this place, it's so remote. If there are too many people, it will ruin the atmosphere."

"How so?"

"Just tell me it's in some really remote place, and I guarantee you won't be able to find it."

The boy with glasses chuckled and opened Douyin (TikTok) to edit a post.

This kind of post is sure to make people's hearts itch.

Maybe I can gain a few hundred followers.

The accompanying photos are several close-up shots of steamed buns.

The text reads:

"Today, in a really, really remote place, I ate the best steamed buns of my life. The pork buns and the braised pork buns were absolutely amazing!"

"The exact location is confidential; all I can say is that you absolutely will not find it."

After sending,

The boy then forwarded the photos to several hiking groups.

"Done."

......

at the same time.

Under a bridge in the south of the city.

Wang Hai, Zhao Hu, and Li Jianguo stood under the empty bridge arch.

He looked completely dazed.

"Where are they? Where's the stall?"

Wang Hai looked left and right, unable to believe his eyes.

"Are you really not coming today?"

Zhao Hu took out his phone and scrolled through Su Yun's WeChat Moments.

"No, who exactly said yesterday that this was Master Su's scheme?"

"What? He's really not coming?"

"Yeah, it's already nine o'clock. There used to be a long queue by now!"

Li Jianguo fell into deep thought.

"Has Master Su really moved to a different location?"

"Where did he change it to? Didn't he say he'd announce it on his WeChat Moments?"

"Nothing posted. I checked and there wasn't a single new update!"

As the three were wondering what was going on, Zhao Hu suddenly saw something.

"Hey, look at this!"

He handed over his phone, and the screen displayed a Douyin (TikTok) video.

The accompanying photos are close-ups of several steamed buns, plump and white, looking very appetizing.

The caption reads:

"Today, in some really, really remote place, I ate the best steamed buns of my life..."

Specific location....

Ok?

Keeping it a secret?

"steamed stuffed bun......"

Wang Hai frowned. "You mean... the person they encountered was Master Su?"

"Wait a minute! Chef Su sells fried rice, not steamed buns..."

"Exactly, just because fried rice is delicious doesn't mean steamed buns are delicious too!"

Li Jianguo shook his head.

"Besides, look at this place, it's obviously in the north of the city. How could Master Su possibly go that far to set up a stall?"

"Too."

Zhao Hu put away his phone. "So what do we do now? Head back?"

"Let's wait a little longer. Maybe Master Su is busy today and will be late?"

The three of them waited for another hour.

Still, no one came.

Zhao Hu was scrolling through Douyin (TikTok) out of boredom.

I saw that post about steamed buns again.

The comments section has exploded.

"Holy crap, these buns look delicious!"

"Please locate my location! Please locate my location! Please locate my location!"

"OP, that's not fair! We're so hungry and you're not even telling us where it is?"

"This dough is so thin, you can practically see the filling!"

"Holy crap, this is a steamed bun? This is clearly a work of art."

Zhao Hu felt something was wrong the more he looked at it.

This art style, this commentary...

Why does it look so much like Chef Su's fried rice?

And the location photos above look really eerie!

That also suits Chef Su's style perfectly...

"Old Li, Old Wang, what do you say...?"

Zhao Hu hesitated for a moment,

"Could these steamed buns have been made by Chef Su?"

"impossible!"

Li Jianguo rejected the idea without even thinking about it.

"Master Su makes fried rice, not steamed buns."

"You don't know that everyone has their own expertise? Just because you can make fried rice well doesn't mean you can make steamed buns well!"

"Exactly, and the north of the city is so far away, what's the point of setting up a stall there?"

Wang Hai also expressed disbelief.

"What if?"

Zhao Hu refused to give up.

"What if Chef Su really knows how to make steamed buns?"

"What if he really did run off to the north of the city?"

"That's too far! It takes more than an hour to drive from the south of the city to the north!"

"But we can't find anyone in the south of the city!"

The three of them argued for a long time.

Finally, I decided to try my luck.

"Let's just treat it as a mountain hike!"

Zhao Hu spoke with conviction.

"Anyway, I don't have anything planned for today. The scenery in the north of the city is quite nice, so I'll just take a walk to clear my head!"

"Alright, alright, I'll go then."

Wang Hai took out his phone.

"Let me contact the person who made the 'douyin' sound first and ask them for their exact location."

He opened Douyin (TikTok) and sent a private message to the boy wearing glasses.

"Brother, could you tell me the exact location of the steamed buns? We'd like to try them too."

A few minutes later, the other party replied.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that I really can't."

"That boss is obviously a master. He must have his reasons for setting up a stall in an air-raid shelter. We don't want to bother him, so we can only say that it's on a deserted mountain in the north of the city. You'll have to find it yourselves."

"Damn, that's like saying nothing at all!"

Wang Hai cursed, but then realized that what the other person said made some sense.

Master Su's style.

Isn't this the kind of lifestyle where one cultivates oneself in the deep mountains and forests?

"Let's go, let's go!"

"We must go to the north of the city; we absolutely have to find this place today!!"

The three of them drove towards the north of the city.

They continued discussing it along the way.

"You guys think... if that steamed bun really was made by Chef Su, how incredible would he be?"

"Exactly! It's one thing to make such delicious breakfast, but to make steamed buns this good too?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"No one can be good at everything!"

"What if he's that one-in-a-million genius?"

"..."

The car bumped along the mountain road in the north of the city.

The three fishermen looked at each other in bewilderment.