Anyway, there are about a hundred and fifty or sixty buns.

So when Old Dong said he wanted to eat buns too, Zhang Feng and his group didn't think much of it. Old Zhao even hospitably directed everyone.

"Line up, aunties and uncles, there's plenty of buns. This is Boss Xiao Chen from Jingzhou, he's a great cook."

Uncle Dong stood in front of the car. "How much, young man?"

"Five yuan." Chen Mo stood behind the car window, roughly counting, there must be over a dozen elderly people in the Sunset Red tour group.

"Five yuan for one bun?" Uncle Dong's tone was quite incredulous, "Alright then, give me one first."

After all, with a monthly pension of over three thousand, Uncle Dong never skimped on food. But a few aunties at the back of the line, upon hearing Uncle Dong's voice, quietly left.

"Five yuan can buy two pounds of tofu!"

"Exactly, I just asked, aged vinegar is only two yuan per pound, five yuan for a bun, are you kidding?"

"Even the ones down the street are two yuan for a fist-sized meat bun!"

The aunties spoke without any reservation. Chen Mo couldn't be bothered to respond, in one ear and out the other.

We're doing legitimate business, no coercion whatsoever.

Uncle Dong held a bowl with a bun and walked up to Zhou Hu. "Young man, earlier, we saw you guys running on the road. You didn't run all the way from Jingzhou to Ning County, did you?"

Zhou Hu was chomping down on the bun, his cheeks were stuffed full, making his words muffled, "Yeah, we ran all the way from Jingzhou!"

Uncle Dong nodded with satisfaction. Once upon a time, he had served in the military for a few years, five kilometers was routine training, and ten kilometers was no big deal. "Not bad, really not bad! Keep it up, chase your..."

Zhou Hu swallowed the bun and let out a long breath, feeling great!

"You're right, uncle. Today we were chasing Boss Xiao Chen's buns, really exhilarating! Uncle, you keep eating, I'll go get another one."

Old Dong's inspirational words were cut short by Zhou Hu's comment, leaving him speechless.

No way... these rascals aren't chasing dreams, they came after buns?

I have to see what makes these buns worth a ten-kilometer run!

Ah-woo!

Uncle Dong took a big bite of the bun, a habit he picked up in the military, eating fast. Not only did he eat quickly, he almost swallowed without chewing much.

The steamed, fluffy bun skin enveloping the meat juice and brown braised meat filling entered his mouth with just one bite.

BOOM!!!

The mix of carbohydrates, fats, and proteins met the body's energy needs, and simultaneously there was an explosive burst of deliciousness on his taste buds.

Uncle Dong was about to swallow but found himself chewing a few more times involuntarily.

The five-spice meat filling wasn't chewy as he imagined, rather, it seemed to melt with a gentle bite and blend with the fluffy dough.

"It's actually quite tasty?" Uncle Dong glanced at the half bun in his hand and stuffed it directly into his mouth, "One more!"

Gradually, there were more and more empty stacks on the food cart, and almost everyone in the queue at the grain station had at least eaten one bun.

[Grinding] Inside the house.

Zhang Zihan, after riding a donkey for more than ten minutes, felt a bit bored, but the noises from the courtyard were quite lively. "Grandpa, grandpa, I don't want to ride anymore."

Old Zhang indulgently lifted his grandson off the donkey's back, "Just in time, your favorite pork and green onion buns are ready, come with Grandpa to eat buns in the house!"

The children from the Zhang Family, none of them didn't love noodles.

This was all thanks to Old Zhang's flour.

Forty years ago, Old Zhang worked at the agricultural machinery institute in Ning County. After developing a hybrid wheat in his yard, he found that this wheat was exceptionally tasty and textured.

That year, he ambitiously sent his seeds to the brigade and promoted them.

Unexpectedly, in an era where eating steamed white bread was a luxury, the seeds Old Zhang promoted ended up halving the brigade's yield that year!

Since then, Old Zhang became a sinner in Ning County.

No one ever mentioned it again since.

Afterward, Old Zhang devoted himself to research and discovered that his hybrid wheat had a characteristic: although its taste and texture were great, its yield couldn't be increased and it required demanding growth conditions, contrary to the era's needs.

After settling down, Old Zhang no longer had the drive to research further, so he just planted some wheat in his yard and ground it for home use.

Gradually, neighbors and relatives who dined at Old Zhang's place found the flour delicious. As everyone's life improved, so did their food pursuits.

The word of the delicious flour from the Zhang Family spread around.

More and more people came to find Old Zhang to buy it.

A few years ago, a company came to Ning County, saying they wanted to invest in a factory and buy Old Zhang's seeds for large-scale wheat cultivation.

Old Zhang laughed at the time.

Back then, the seeds brought him trouble, leaving him penniless and labeled a sinner. Now, they wanted to rely on him to promote it extensively?

Old Zhang flatly refused; it was a hurdle he couldn't get over.

Not only that, he even raised the price to one hundred yuan per pound and strictly controlled the quantity each person could buy. As Old Zhang said earlier, even if the emperor himself came, he would have to queue and wait!

Perhaps due to the rarity, Old Zhang's fame grew over the years. Using it, he bought an apartment and a car for his son in the county town, and life got better and better.

And everyone in the Zhang Family adored noodles!

His grandson Zhang Zihan, just four years old, had to have a big bowl of noodles every day and often clamored for buns.

Old Zhang went into the inner room to pick up the steamed buns, put one in a bowl for his grandson, but when he turned around, the little guy was gone!

"Zihan, Zihan?"

Old Zhang stood at the door with the bowl, only to see his little grandson had somehow run into the yard. Across him was a young man in a red vest, squatting and stuffing his mouth with food as if his life depended on it.

Zhang Zihan stared longingly at the big brother in front of him, drooling as he struggled with facial expressions beyond a four-year-old's control.

"Uncle, is the bun delicious?" Zhang Zihan asked.

In kindergarten, whenever he asked his friends this, they would share snacks with him.

Ma Qiang took a slurp of half a bun, "Delicious, super delicious!"

Zhang Zihan's little head was full of questions. If it's delicious, why don't you share it with me?

So he said, "Uncle, I want to eat a bun."

Ma Qiang looked at the half bun in his hand, thinking, what's wrong with me being a college student, why should I let a kindergarten kid have it? No way!

"You want some? Go ask your parents for money, then come queue up to buy a bun."

This sentence was a lot to process, Zhang Zihan drooling couldn't quite process it, just kept staring at the half bun in Ma Qiang's hand.

Without moving at all!

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