Rebirth to 80s: The Villain’s Mother Raises Her Cubs Daily

As time passed, the sky gradually became brighter.

The crossroads, which were originally empty, gradually became pedestrians.

At this time, the smell of steamed buns also floated out from the steamer.

Just smelling the smell, Jiang Ran knew that the steamed buns were done.

Looking at the pedestrians on the road, Jiang Ran turned her head and said to Pei Yang, "Open the lid of the porridge pot."

Pei Yang didn't know why, but he opened the lid obediently.

As the lid of the pot was lifted, the aroma of the rice porridge became stronger.

It was still windy in the morning, and a gust of wind blew past, blowing the aroma of steamed buns and porridge away.

Someone smelled it and looked this way.

Some people just took a look and left, but others came this way.

The first person to come over was a man with glasses. The man looked to be in his thirties and was gentle.

It was still cold in early spring, but he was wearing a suit with only a black coat on the outside.

Just by looking at this outfit, you can tell that it is definitely not bad money.

Jiang Ran glanced at the man quickly, and hurriedly said, "Do you want buns or porridge?"

Jiang Ran said this, in fact, he also used some skills in it.

She only gave the man two options, and it seemed that the man only had two options.

In fact, men have a third option, which is to buy nothing.

The man took a deep breath, and then asked, "What is the stuffing for the buns? How to sell them?"

"Five cents each for vermicelli and pork."

Jiang Ran carefully calculated this price.

Today, I used four catties of pork, which is one yuan and eighty cents. Although the onion ginger and vermicelli are my own, they should be counted, let’s say two cents.

All kinds of spices, it is estimated that only a dime.

A catty of noodles is 15 cents. Today, I used about 4 catties, which is 60 cents.

All in all, the cost of the buns is two yuan seven.

One bun sells for 5 cents, and ten buns is 50 cents.

This pot of 80 buns is sold for four dollars.

As long as you can sell a pot, you can make a profit today.

The small abacus in Jiang Ran's heart crackled, and the man spoke again after a moment of silence.

"Can I see the buns?"

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Jiang Ran opened the lid of the steamer.

As the lid was lifted, a burst of hot air rushed to his face, but Jiang Ran seemed to be unaware, and gently fanned the fan with his other hand, so that the man could see more clearly.

I saw the steamed buns in the steamer, white and fat, neatly arranged.

Each bun is about the same size, and the ones above are like flowers. Because they are close together, they can smell the fragrance of white noodles and meat.

The man who was still hesitating just now said, "Give me one first."

Jiang Ran heard the words without saying a word, picked up the bamboo plate on the side with one hand and chopsticks in the other hand, took a bun, and placed it on the bamboo plate.

Seeing Jiang Ran's actions, the man nodded in appreciation.

Not to mention how the buns taste, the people who make the buns love to be clean, and it makes people feel comfortable to look at.

The man took the bamboo plate and stared at the steamed bun before picking it up and taking a bite.

The buns have thin skin and a lot of stuffing, and you bite into the meat in one bite.

After chewing for a while, the man realized something was wrong.

After chewing carefully and looking down again, the man smiled.

This bun is not like the buns sold by others, the stuffing is broken, and there is no taste to speak of.

The meat of this steamed bun is cut into small pieces, which are suitable for fat and thin, and it can be seen that it is a good pork belly.