The temperature wasn't very high, but when Chen Mo opened the pot lid, the ten or so people leaning outside the food cart couldn't hold back and took a deep breath!
The smell was truly fragrant.
It was like the feeling you get in winter when you enter someone else's house and immediately catch the scent of meat. It doesn't matter if the meat is actually good or not; the aroma just hooks into your nose, making you want to rush out, buy two pounds of good liquor and peanuts, and have the urge to crash at a neighbor's house to eat meat.
Chen Mo looked at these customers, thinking how it was quite something for them to have traced him all the way from Jingzhou to Ning County.
"Don't just stare. I'm making buns, but you can't eat them straight away, okay?"
Chen Mo dispelled their idea of scooping out a bowl of meat each and eating it right then, and he brought out the dough bowl that was left to rise in the cupboard.
