Firecrackers were set off for a full 20 minutes, attracting more and more people around.
Lin Chuxia once again acknowledged Jia Liang's organizational skills.
It was nearing noon, steamed buns were coming out of the steamer, and a small queue had formed at the takeout window. Inside, a few tables were occupied by groups of customers.
Their Bun Shop had just entered the city market, unlike when they opened in An City where they already had a reputation. Having this kind of turnout was already very impressive.
Lin Chuxia rolled up her sleeves and joined in the takeout service.
It had been more than half a year since she last sold buns herself, but it still felt good.
Through the crowd of onlookers, a frail figure was staring at the bun shop, unmoving for a long time.
Beside her, a little girl with a pointed face and large eyes whispered, "Mom, are you going to buy buns for me to eat?"
