Things unfolded just as Uncle Liu had said.
The uncles and aunties doing morning exercises were somewhat interested in the steamed buns Uncle Liu shared in the group.
And those who were initially not interested gained interest after seeing their old pals eating the buns.
"Old Wang, you're just eating a bun, can't you eat it less disgustingly? Your expression is too fake."
"Aunt Wang, is this bun really that tasty? You're not a shill, are you?"
"Who's the little brat calling a shill? Try it before you speak."
"Oh my gosh, this bun is so delicious, I've never had such tasty soup dumplings."
Word spread quickly, and soon a crowd gathered around Wang Fan's stall.
Chen Xuanxuan and Zhang Yue gasped when they saw the situation.
"Holy moly, why are there so many people?"
"Will there be any left by the time it's our turn?"
