"Ten copper coins?"

The fat boss thought Chen Lin was crazy.

A steamed bun costs ten coppers, but others still scold him to death.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Chen Lin didn't explain, picked up the bun and brought it to the other party's mouth.

"Taste it."

The fat boss was doubtful and took a bite of the bun.

The corners of his eyes suddenly became moist.

"Wow, it's delicious, it really tastes like mom..."

After eating one bun, the fat boss looked at Chen Lin differently.

But he did not go out to sell steamed buns. Instead, he called his mother-in-law out, and he continued to watch Chen Lin making steamed buns.

It's euphemistically called a strike.

Chen Lin naturally knew the other party's purpose.

But others can't imitate his mother's buns, and he is not afraid of others looking at him. Moreover, the effect of this bun can only be optimal for himself.

If others eat it, in addition to being delicious, it mainly soothes the soul.

The effect of wiping the body is also there, but it is very weak, less than 10% of what he used himself.

After all, the taste of steamed buns is what he uses to remember his childhood. Not everyone has the same past as him.

Even so, it is enough to cope with the current situation.

"Master, master, the buns are sold out!"

As soon as the second cage was ready, the fat boss's wife ran back yelling, her fat body shaking the ground with a roar.

"If you don't feel happy giving it to others, what's the point of being happy about it?"

The fat boss glared angrily.

But his mother-in-law shook her head repeatedly.

"It's not a gift, but it was arranged by Boss Zhao of Zuixian Pavilion. After he ate one, he bought the rest and asked for as many as he wanted."

"Haha, you're right. Boss Zhang, your skills are getting better and better. Why don't you work as the head chef of my Zuixian Pavilion?"

A middle-aged man in blue shirt appeared at the door of the kitchen, smiling and teasing.

When he saw Chen Lin, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Regardless of the small and greasy kitchen, he squeezed in and bowed his hands respectfully to Chen Lin.

"I wonder what the master is called?"

"Zhao Changgui, what are you going to do? This is my person!"

Seeing the man in blue shirt's actions, the fat boss immediately stood in the middle and glared at the man in blue shirt.

"Hahaha, don't get me wrong, I just think these mom's buns are too delicious and want to pay homage to the maker."

"Since Boss Zhang doesn't welcome you, I'll leave."

After saying that, he raised his hand to Chen Lin again.
Chapter completed!