Chapter 5: Clever Jiang Youyou—Customers Brawl Over Buns! Beef Buns Sell Out
Jiang Feng deftly folded the buns. “Another 15-minute wait.”
“We’ll wait an hour if we have to!”
“I’ve never tasted buns this good! Boss, you’re a genius!”
The group devoured their food while talking.
Five minutes later, 40 fresh buns hit the steamer.
Jiang Feng then prepped 10 carrot-egg and 10 chive-egg buns.
Soon, an elderly woman with a shopping basket walked in.
“You sell buns here?” she asked. “No spice, right? These are for my grandson—he can’t handle heat.”
Jiang Feng greeted her warmly. “None are spicy. What filling would you like?”
The woman eyed the prices. “These aren’t cheap. Homemade ones cost half as much. Can you give me a discount?”
“Sorry, ma’am. Fixed price.”
She huffed but relented. “Fine. Five chive-egg and five carrot-egg. Throw in a free one?”
Before Jiang Feng could respond, Youyou shuffled over, eyes wide.
“Daddy, I’m hungry… But I won’t eat any. You said we need to sell them all, right?”
The woman’s heart melted. “You can’t starve the kid, no matter how tight money is!”
“Just pack mine. If they’re good, I’ll be back.”
Youyou clung to Jiang Feng’s leg, grinning mischievously.
Five minutes later, he handed the woman two paper bags with 10 buns.
She paid via QR code.
“Alipay received: 20 yuan.”
As she left, Jiang Feng served 40 more buns to the office workers.
They attacked the food like wolves.
Youyou watched, then advised, “Uncles, eat slower! Daddy says less is better for your stomachs.”
The men—slightly wounded by being called “uncles” but charmed—replied:
“We’ve got big appetites!”
“Your dad’s buns are unreal! My mom’s could crack skulls—even dogs wouldn’t touch them!”
Jiang Feng kept wrapping.
The beef filling was already one-third gone—these guys ate like champions.
The grandmother returned home, where her grumpy grandson refused breakfast.
“No appetite,” he mumbled.
His father, stern, took a carrot-egg bun first—and froze.
The carrot’s sweetness, boosted by fragrant oil, paired perfectly with fluffy egg.
The wrapper? Cloud-soft.
“Mom, where’d you get these?!” He inhaled three buns in a blink.
“New shop on Minwang Street. Good?”
His wife joined, skeptical until she bit into a chive-egg bun.
The fresh chive juice clung to the egg, seasoned with a whisper of pepper—balanced, not soggy.
“Holy—this is next-level!”
Their son, intrigued, took a bite.
Two minutes later, the grandmother sprinted back out.
A neighbor called, “Buying buns? You’re the best at making them!”
“These are LEGENDARY! My family nearly brawled over them!”
“Veggie: 2 yuan. Pork: 3. Beef: 4.”
By 6:26 AM, the office workers ate slower but lingered, wishing for eight stomachs.
Then—six elderly customers stormed in, demands flying:
“5 fennel-pork, 5 chive-egg, 5 carrot-egg! No zucchini filling?”
“20 chive-egg! 10 pork-scallion!”
“Hurry—my family’s fighting over the last batch!”
Jiang Feng scrambled.
Steamers hissed open, revealing fresh batches.
“10 beef buns—40 yuan, please.”
“Alipay received: 40 yuan.”
“20 carrot-egg—40 yuan.”
The elders shared samples—then escalated their orders:
“20 MORE beef! This beats 50-yuan ‘luxury’ buns!”
“30 beef! Our clan devours these!”
“30 carrot-egg! Unreal flavor!”
Each bun was hefty—4-5 filled an adult—but they bought dozens for families.
Twenty frantic minutes later, Jiang Feng finished…
Beef filling: SOLD OUT.
Ginger-scallion broth
After trimming waste, 1 pound of beef made 30 buns.
90 beef buns prepped this morning—GONE.