As time passed a little bit, the sky gradually brightened.
At the intersection where there was no one, there are gradually pedestrians.
At this time, the scent of steamed buns also floated out of the steamer.
Only smell the smell, Jiang Ran knows that the steamed buns are ready.
Looking at the pedestrians on the road, Jiang Ran turned his head and said to Pei Yang, "Pull the lid of the porridge pot."
Pei Yang didn't know, so he opened the lid obediently.
As the lid is lifted, the aroma of the rice porridge becomes stronger.
It was still windy in the morning, and a gust of wind blew away the aroma of steamed buns and porridge.
Someone smelled it, and looked towards this side.
Some people leave after just one glance, but others come here.
The first person to come over was a man with glasses. The man looked more than 30 years old and gentle.
It was still a bit cold in early spring, but he was wearing a suit with a black coat on the outside.
Just looking at this outfit, you know that it is definitely not bad for money.
Jiang Ran took a quick look at the man, and hurriedly greeted him, "Do you want buns or porridge?"
Jiang Ran said this, but actually used some skills in it.
She only gave men two choices, it seems that men only have two choices.
In fact, men still have a third option, which is to buy nothing.
The man took a deep breath, and then asked, "What is the filling of the bun? How do you sell it?"
"Five cents for vermicelli and pork."
Jiang Ran carefully calculated the price.
Today, I shared four catties of pork, which is 80 cents. Although the green onion and **** and vermicelli are my own, they should also be counted, let alone two cents.
A variety of seasonings, it is estimated that only a dime was used.
A catty of noodles is 1.5 cents. Today, I used about 4 catties, which is 60 cents.
Together, the cost of buns is two yuan and seven.
One bun sells for five cents, and ten buns are fifty cents.
This pot of 80 buns are sold for four yuan.
As long as you can sell a pot, you will earn it today.
The little abacus in Jiang Ran's heart crackled, and the man opened his mouth again after being silent for a while.
"Can I see the buns?"
"What's wrong with that."
Jiang Ran opened the lid of the steamer as he said.
As the lid was lifted, a rush of heat rushed over his face, but Jiang Ran didn't notice it, and gently fanned it with his other hand, so that the man could see more clearly.
I saw the buns in the steamer, white and fat, neatly arranged.
Each bun is about the same size, and the ones on the top are like flowers, because if you get close, you can smell the fragrance of white noodles and the fragrance of meat.
The man who was still hesitating just now, after smelling the smell, immediately said, "Give me one first."
Hearing that Jiang Ran said nothing, he picked up the bamboo plate on the side in one hand, and held the chopsticks in the other hand, holding a bun and putting it on the bamboo plate.
Seeing Jiang Ran's movements, the man nodded appreciatively.
Let's not talk about the taste of steamed buns, the people who make steamed buns love to be clean, and it makes people feel comfortable to look at them.
The man took the bamboo plate and stared at the bun before he picked it up and took a bite.
The bun has a thin skin and a lot of stuffing, and the meat is bitten in one bite.
After chewing twice, the man found out that it was wrong.
Chewed carefully, then looked down, and the man laughed.
This steamed bun is not like the steamed stuffed buns sold by others. It has crumbly fillings and no taste at all.
The meat of this steamed bun is cut into small dices, fat and lean, and it can be seen that it is a good pork belly.
(End of this chapter)