After waiting and waiting, Uncle Zhang finally reached the front of the line after following the queue for five or six minutes.

"Four buns, please!"

Old Zhang wasn't short of money; his household's flour sold for a hundred Yuan per kilogram, so a few buns were nothing to him.

"Sorry..." Dunzi went to queue, and Chen Mo explained voluntarily, "Uncle Zhang, I'm only allowed to sell one bun per person each time."

Old Zhang frowned, "Why?"

He thought to himself, is this kid playing games with me because of the flour selling thing earlier?

"The main reason is to make sure everyone can have some. You can see others; they're only buying one each time, and if they like it, they rejoin the queue at the end."

That seemed to be true.

Earlier, the words of Uncle Dong in front of Old Zhang caught his attention, so he could only say, "Then give me two buns, I'm holding a child here."

That fit within the rules.

Chen Mo packed two buns and handed them over; behind Old Zhang, Ma Qiang was still teasing the child, almost driving Zhang Zihan to tears again.

"Oh hey!" Ma Qiang rose on his toes to look at the steamer, "How come I ate only five buns and it's down to the last steamer? At this rate..."

Ma Qiang turned around and counted; with more "Sunset Red" members joining the queue, there were at least thirty people behind!

And the last steamer had only twenty-six buns!

After getting his bun, Ma Qiang shot to the end of the line, "Godfather! Godfather!"

Zhou Hu was enjoying his bun, holding a jug of vinegar, squeezing a bit into the opening he bit, the hand-brewed vinegar seemingly had a magical power, enhancing the meat flavor to a higher level.

"What's up?" Zhou Hu stuffed the bun into his mouth, worried Ma Qiang might want to split the bun with him.

Ma Qiang said, "I just saw it's the last steamer left, and there're at least thirty people ahead of us! If we want more, we'll have to use some tricks."

Oh!

Zhou Hu looked at Ma Qiang with an approving gaze, "You're something! Inherited my wisdom, so tell me, what's the plan?"

Ma Qiang pondered and began illustrating his plan, waving his hands animatedly.

"Here's the idea: we move forward a bit more and then I drop a Yuan on the ground! Imagine these old folks who queue a whole day for an egg, and then you shout: Oh no, who dropped their money! I seize the chance to run to the front!"

Zhou Hu thought Ma Qiang was a genius to come up with such an unscrupulous tactic, fitting for a godson who always gets extra food from a meal purchase.

"Alright then, let's do it your way!"

The two reached an agreement, already fantasizing the scene.

Unbeknownst to them, their conversation was heard clearly by Old Zhang, who was queued behind!

'Are these buns really that enticing? Two college students would abandon morals just for one more bun?'

Old Zhang was secretly dissatisfied.

'No way, I've got to try them.'

Initially, both buns were for Zhang Zihan, but hearing Zhou Hu and Ma Qiang's conversation, Old Zhang couldn't help but want to try what was so special about these buns!

People would forsake morals just to eat them.

Zhang Zihan ate seriously, with oil dripping from his mouth, and in his four years of life, this was the best bun he had ever tasted.

It was a hundred times tastier than the ones grandpa made!

'I need to buy one to put in my bag and let Liu Kexin have it at school tomorrow!'

Old Zhang picked up the other bun and smelled it.

Confirming that this flour was just regular flour, far inferior to his own home's.

Meanwhile, Uncle Dong, who just bought some buns, and another old auntie had returned to the queue, standing behind Old Zhang.

"I just counted, at this rate, by the time it's our turn, we'll have just missed it."

The auntie sucked in a breath from the cold, scorched by the heat, and asked, "What do we do then?"

Uncle Dong, worldly and wise, immediately said without much thought, "Soon, let's move forward, and you pretend to fall down! I'll claim you have low blood sugar and need to eat something quickly!"

"There's no way the young ones here would ignore you. Then I'll go ask the owner for two buns, hehe!"

The auntie originally doubted the bun's taste but was astounded after eating one. She was unsatisfied with having only one due to queuing late.

Upon hearing this, she found Uncle Dong's suggestion reasonable.

The internet says nowadays, especially college students, are very cultured, and if you pretend to faint from low blood sugar, they'd definitely give up their buns for you.

With the plan settled, they exchanged glances, tacitly agreeing with each other.

Old Zhang, overhearing, felt an internal earthquake of Level Eight.

'What kind of international joke is this, pretending to faint from low blood sugar for a bun?'

Old Zhang felt his worldview shaken to its core, understanding that while all were elderly, he was indeed too naive!

But then, he stopped dwelling on it and took a reckless bite of the bun Zhang Zihan intended for his backpack.

"Wow!!!"

With just one bite, Old Zhang was utterly blown away.

"How...how could this be?"

As a possessor of premium wheat, Old Zhang had given up on wheat cultivation after a setback. But with high-quality wheat, he focused on perfecting dough-based dishes instead.

To say the least, Old Zhang had tried making pretty much every flour delicacy imaginable.

Buns, in particular, were the food he took pride in, with his little grandson Zhang Zihan clamoring for them daily.

But right now...

Just one bite.

Old Zhang found that the initially less appealing bun crust was now incredibly delicious.

The rich, sauce-colored meat seeped into the bun skin, creating a texture and flavor humans adored; carbs and meat thoroughly fulfilled his cravings; blended perfectly with seasoned meat flavor that arose just in time.

Everything, in perfect harmony.

As if...

Old Zhang savored it, afraid to gobble it up too quickly.

Yes, it struck him.

As if this was how buns were meant to be made, and only this way was truly the right way; other methods of making buns felt redundant!

Even Old Zhang, who studied dough food for many years, was completely immersed now.

Zhang Zihan chewed out his own bun, watching his grandpa noisily devour his, starting to pout more and more.

If Grandpa ate it, what would Liu Kexin eat tomorrow?

Liu Kexin was Zhang Zihan's classmate, a pretty little girl. Just the thought of Liu Kexin not playing with him the next day made Zhang Zihan upset.

"Boo-hoo, boo-hoo..."

Old Zhang, satisfied with his bun, was startled and quickly concerned hearing his grandson's cries, "What's wrong, Xiaohan, two buns and still not enough?"

It couldn't be.

The buns were as big as a grown man's fist; Xiaohan ate two; did he want more?

"I want to bring a bun for Liu Kexin; give it back, boo-hoo..."

Zhang Zihan's chubby fists rubbed his eyes, unclear if he was really crying or faking.

In any case, Old Zhang couldn't stand Xiaohan crying.

He'd rather bear some hardship than see his grandson cry.

"Alright, alright, good grandson, isn't it just a bun? Grandpa will go buy more for you!"

The tactic worked; Zhang Zihan stopped crying immediately.

Smooch~

Old Zhang lovingly kissed Zhang Zihan, unfazed by his grandson's disgusted face wipe and even happier.

But the smile didn't last long on Old Zhang's face as he suddenly realized something.

Right.

The college students ahead planned to distract, while the elderly behind schemed to fake fainting.

If they can't get it, why should I be able to?

Old Zhang took half a step sideways, squinting at the busy Chen Mo.

What strategy can I use?

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