"I can't do much on my own."
Ma Guoqiang shook his head, but he couldn't hide the pride on his face as he laughed and said,
"However, I sold out two large trays of sugar cakes, especially to those girls. The ones who arrived late couldn't get any and were reluctant to leave!"
This was the most gratifying thing for him in a long time!
The meat buns and vegetable buns he used to make in the dining hall were quite good too. Back when he had a bun shop in the city, people would scramble to buy them every day.
Unfortunately, compared to the soup dumplings Jiang Yu makes, his buns seemed mediocre. Though they could still sell, it was only because the soup dumplings would sell out!
So, Ma Guoqiang always felt a bit uneasy, like he was just another freeloader at the Seventh Dining Hall.
For someone in his fifties, it was truly a disheartening feeling.
But now, things are different. Even here at the Seventh Dining Hall, his sugar cakes were in high demand!
