Anyway, there are about a hundred and fifty or sixty buns.
So when Old Dong said he wanted to eat buns too, Zhang Feng and his group didn't think much of it. Old Zhao even hospitably directed everyone.
"Line up, aunties and uncles, there's plenty of buns. This is Boss Xiao Chen from Jingzhou, he's a great cook."
Uncle Dong stood in front of the car. "How much, young man?"
"Five yuan." Chen Mo stood behind the car window, roughly counting, there must be over a dozen elderly people in the Sunset Red tour group.
"Five yuan for one bun?" Uncle Dong's tone was quite incredulous, "Alright then, give me one first."
After all, with a monthly pension of over three thousand, Uncle Dong never skimped on food. But a few aunties at the back of the line, upon hearing Uncle Dong's voice, quietly left.
"Five yuan can buy two pounds of tofu!"
"Exactly, I just asked, aged vinegar is only two yuan per pound, five yuan for a bun, are you kidding?"
