CHAPTER 68: CHAPTER 68: I’M CONVINCED

"Who can relate, huh? Just eating a Steamed Bun, and look at his ridiculous expression."

Liu Hongwei was just about to post the video he shot of Chen Shu and Chu Tian eating Steamed Buns in Sun Yunpeng’s fan group when he was shocked to find that those two fools had already posted it a minute ago.

He tremblingly opened the video and saw himself enjoying the bun with sheer satisfaction on his face.

Furious!

Liu Hongwei didn’t bother to edit the title and directly copied the two people’s captions.

Then, he posted his video in the group.

The group was initially discussing why Liu Hongwei could eat a Steamed Bun so enthusiastically when they saw the man himself posting a video.

As they opened it, everyone burst out laughing.

"Oh my, this is killing me with laughter. What are you three up to? Hurting each other?"

"It’s my first time realizing this side of you, Hongwei. Can you enlighten us on what you were thinking about while eating the bun that made you look like that? Hahaha..."

"Oh wow, I thought Liu Hongwei’s expression was wild enough, but these two are even more ridiculous, hahaha..."

"Is this the Steamed Bun stall that Little Sun recommended? You actually found it?"

"I’m also curious to know if these buns are as miraculous as you all claim, like a life-saving halo, or as Little Sun says, good enough to pick up and eat even if dropped on the ground within three seconds."

"Seeing their expressions, do you still question if the buns are good or not?"

"I wasn’t so interested before, but after watching this video of them mortifying each other, I’m curious about those buns now."

Li Wei and Shen Yu didn’t know each other or have any interactions, but they had one thing in common: they were both fans of Sun Yunpeng.

Upon seeing the buns in the hands of those three, Li Wei got an electrifying thrill. Aren’t these the top-notch juicy buns haunting his dreams?

"What the hell? The little boss sneaked up on me while I was sleeping? Luckily, my train’s tomorrow morning. I’m going to buy those buns now, hahaha."

Shen Yu wasn’t very familiar with the buns since she hadn’t had the ones they mentioned.

However, she was extraordinarily shocked by the fleeting glimpse of the boss in the video.

Disbelieving, Shen Yu dragged the video’s timeline back and forth until she found the perfect pause point.

Damn! Isn’t that the Rice Noodle Rolls boss I’ve been searching for with no luck?

No wonder there’s been no news about his extraordinary Rice Noodle Rolls; turns out, the boss didn’t make those but switched to making buns!

Shen Yu suddenly felt a profound sense of regret and loss.

The Rice Noodle Rolls were so delicious, why turn to making buns?

With a heavy heart, Shen Yu pressed the screenshot button, took a picture of Wang Fan, and shared it in her Rice Noodle Rolls tracking group.

"Guys, I’ve got some heartbreaking news. The Rice Noodle Rolls boss has appeared, but he’s gone to sell buns instead!"

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A wave of zombies is...bah, a wave of customers is coming!

A group of uncles and aunties, each with a shopping cart, practically sprinted, drawing puzzled looks from onlookers.

Those unaware might’ve thought there was a massive sale or egg markdown at some supermarket.

"Quick, quick, today this lot of old pals won’t buy little. Go late, and who knows, you might not get any."

"Damn Liu, couldn’t you have DM’ed me first? If I don’t get those buns, I’m crashing at your place for food and drinks!"

"Exactly, worst-case scenario, we’ll bring our own booze and dishes, and won’t leave until we’ve finished their buns."

"Count me in. I’ve got a bottle of vintage Maotai at home, perfect with the buns."

"Oh wow, I see him! It’s really that little boss. Brothers, charge!"

"Charge, charge, charge!"

Second Uncle looked at the oncoming crowd in shock and asked Wang Fan nervously, his voice trembling, "Nephew, what’s going on? Did you use something shady before, and now they’re here for you?"

After asking, he quickly dodged to block in front of Wang Fan’s table, "You get in the car and lay low. I’ll cover for you. Once it’s safe, you can come out. Go on!"

Wang Fan looked at the little old man blocking him, both amused and moved.

He quickly reassured, "No worries, Second Uncle. Everything I used is clean. They’re just here to buy something, you can relax."

Second Uncle uncertainly turned back to ask, "They’re really just here to buy? You’re not lying to me?"

After saying that, he tightened his grip on a large ladle in his hand.

Wang Fan nodded, "Why would I lie to you? I have plenty of loyal customers here."

Second Uncle was still not convinced, "Well, then you sit at the back. I’ll handle it."

Wang Fan shook his head helplessly and continued to wrap buns, figuring that these old folks weren’t there to cause trouble, so Second Uncle wouldn’t be in danger.

Second Uncle carefully remained vigilant, tightening his grip on the large ladle and scanning the crowd with his eyes. If anyone dared to act out, his iron ladle would instantly land on their head.

However, his worry was clearly unnecessary. Before the elderly crowd reached the cart, they were already waving RMB in their hands and calling out, "Boss, pack me 100 buns, doesn’t matter what filling, just 100!"

"I’ll take 200; I’ve already paid, so don’t skimp on my buns!"

"I want 50 cumin beef ones."

"Give me 100 Mapo Tofu buns!"

Mind-blowing!

Second Uncle felt his scalp go numb.

What the hell?

Did he hire such convincing actors?

No way, the acting is top-notch!?

The buns nephew makes sure are delicious, but are they really worth such frenzy?

My gosh, they’re asking for hundreds at a time, four steaming baskets aren’t enough for you two people!

Second Uncle carefully checked, noticing the crowd was mostly elderly folks, worried there might be some incident if someone got jostled too much, he quickly pulled out a small loudspeaker hanging from his waist and said, "To the stand!"

Upon hearing the sound, the crowd instinctively paused, looking at Second Uncle in confusion.

Second Uncle quickly shouted, "Let’s line up properly, no need to rush. During the holiday season, the last thing we want is someone getting hurt. Come on, let’s line up nicely, if anyone cuts, we won’t sell them any buns, alright? We’re all older here, even if we’re fit, let’s not mess around."

This little speech from Second Uncle was effective, and the elderly crowd soon formed a line.

Second Uncle wiped the sweat from his forehead and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Turning to Wang Fan, he pulled a wry smile, "Nephew, you’ve won, I concede."

He had never seen customers treat a stall owner with such enthusiasm in his life.

But this sense of relief didn’t last long before his headaches returned.

Because the ones in the back weren’t having it.

They were genuinely scared they wouldn’t get any buns.