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Chapter 77. 77. Five Drawers of Steamed Buns

Sun Ma said nonchalantly, "I see if the buns are cooked through."

The waiter was annoyed: "Do you think so? Steamed buns are eaten by the mouth, and you press them when you go up. They are all like you. How can we sell steamed buns?"

Mama Sun curled her lips: "It's just a touch, but it's not that you can't eat it."

A young man behind her shouted: "You have touched this bun, how can you eat it? Boss, I don't want a bun that has been touched by others."

The boss reassured: "Little brother, don't worry, our shop is very hygienic, and the buns that have been touched by others will never be sold." She ordered the waiter, "Pack the buns that have been touched by the aunt separately for the aunt, and the price will be calculated separately."

The waiter put the steamed stuffed bun into a plastic bag and handed it to Mama Sun: "One steamed stuffed bun costs [-] cents, please settle the bill together later."

Grandma Sun yelled: "You are stealing money! This little bun is not enough to fit between teeth, and it costs 7 cents!"

The boss raised his head from the cashier and looked at her: "Auntie, we have 7 yuan for a drawer of buns, 10 buns for a drawer, and 7 cents for a small bun. You don't need much."

Grandma made a fuss with the little bun: "Such a small bun costs 7 cents, are you black-hearted? It was five yuan a drawer a year ago! You have raised the price so much all of a sudden. Let's take a look." , they are driving up prices."

The boss's face became gloomy, and he stepped forward to grab the buns and threw them in the trash can: "Ma'am, all the buns on the street are now at this price, and I didn't ask you for more. If you can't afford it, don't buy it." .I don’t want the seventy cents, so I should show kindness.”

"Who says I can't afford it!" Sun Ma said with her hands on her hips, "Both of my sons graduated from key universities, one of them graduated with a Ph. Such a shop can't afford your buns?"

The people around burst into laughter.One person said: "Why didn't you know that the price of steamed stuffed buns had risen for so long? Haven't you eaten steamed stuffed buns for a long time?"

"I guess I'm used to eating at home, and I seldom go out to eat once. I was surprised by the price of buns."

Grandma Sun pointed at them and yelled, "Will I be surprised? My son earns a million dollars a year. What kind of things have I never seen?"

The young man who disliked the buns she touched just now sneered: "You have a son with a doctor's salary of one million dollars a year, but you think seven yuan a cage of small buns is expensive. Does your son care about your food and drink?"

"Little bastard, what nonsense are you talking about?" Sun Ma said in a rage, "My son is not so filial. The wife he married is also a Ph. D., and I can't spend all the pocket money the couple give me every year. I can eat a few buns." What is it? Boss, bring me 10 drawers, no, 5 drawers of buns are enough. After a while, when my wife comes, I will pay you."

The boss stared at her suspiciously: "Auntie, you just had fried dough sticks and soy milk, and five drawers of buns, can you finish it?"

Mama Sun straddled the stool and patted the table: "You don't care if I can finish eating, serve me buns!"

The boss signaled the waiter to serve the buns.

The waiter directly put 5 drawers of steamed buns in front of Mama Sun, and put the vinegar dish on it: "Auntie, eat slowly."

Sun Ma picked up a bun and took a bite: "Why is the skin of this bun so thick? Bah!" She spit out the bitten bun on the table, and threw the remaining half of the bun into the trash can under her feet.

The owner, waiter and customers of the breakfast shop were all stunned and looked at her in surprise.

Sun Ma picked up another steamed stuffed bun: "The skin is all exposed, so it's not edible." She threw the steamed stuffed bun into the trash can casually.

The boss couldn't hold back anymore: "Auntie, the buns in my house are for eating, not for wasting. If you don't eat them, just return the buns."

Grandma Sun rolled her eyes: "I paid for it, and these buns belong to me. I can eat them however I want, as I like."

"I don't want your money." The boss stepped forward to take away the remaining buns.

Sun Ma stopped: "What's the matter with you, boss? I said I would spend money to buy it, why are you so lenient?"

"You are wasting food. You can't waste things like this if you have money. I won't sell them to you."

"If you don't sell it, you can't do it." Sun's mother stepped forward and overturned the buns, and the fat and white steamed buns just rolled on the ground.

The boss burst into tears with distress: "Why are you like this? The buns we worked so hard to make are sold to customers, not for you to spoil."

The guest next to him also pointed at Mama Sun: "It's too much, I didn't even taste it, so I threw the buns away."

"She is showing off that her family is rich. In fact, what is it to show off by buying gold in the mall and spending tens of dollars on steamed stuffed buns? You have a sick mind!"

Mama Sun raised her chin and said aggressively, "Boss, didn't you say that I can't afford it? Let me tell you, my son is a Ph.D. and has money, so I can play with it casually. I'll buy these buns right now and spoil them casually. I'll let you take a good look, I can't afford it!"

An old man who was eating couldn't see his eyes and walked over: "Sister, I think you are over 60 years old. You should have experienced natural disasters and material scarcity just like me. We couldn't even eat enough at that time. You Why don’t you understand the preciousness of food, and throw buns here and there for fun? This doesn’t look like something people from that era would do!”

Sun's mother's face was a little uncomfortable: "I don't usually waste food. It's not that they said I couldn't afford steamed stuffed buns, so I deliberately made them for them to see! I raised a pair of twin sons, and they all graduated from key universities. , one of the sons is a Ph. D., works in a big company in Shanghai, with an annual salary of one million, and still can't afford me a little steamed stuffed bun?"

A middle-aged man who was about to leave after paying the bill stopped by her side and looked at her seriously: "Are you Sun Xiangyang's mother?"

Sun Ma didn't expect to be recognized by others: "Huh? You know me?"

"I'm Xiangyang's colleague. I've seen Xiangyang with you before. How is Xiangyang? Have you found a job?"

Mama Sun didn't have time to speak.

The waiter snorted and said, "It turns out that my son is unemployed, so I'm just bragging here."

Sun Ma's face was burning hot: "I really have a son who is graduating from a Ph.D. and works in a big company in Shanghai..."

Everyone showed contemptuous expressions, obviously dismissive.

The middle-aged man who spoke to him saw that the momentum was not good, so he quickly found a reason to leave.

The waiter said to Sun Ma: "Auntie, if you meet an acquaintance, let someone pay for the meal! Your wife hasn't come back for a long time to withdraw money, nothing will happen, don't worry about you." ?”

Grandma Sun glared at each other: "What are you talking about? Our family still owes you more than ten yuan. My old man will be back soon."

The middle-aged man quickly took out the money: "How much? I paid for her."

Grandma Sun stopped: "Young man, I really don't need it. You are busy with your work. My wife will be back soon. Hey! My old man is here." She swept away the embarrassment just now, became triumphant, and shouted loudly: "Old man, Hurry up, they think we can't pay!"

Father Sun put on a serious face: "There is only more than ten yuan for breakfast, who can't afford it? Didn't you tell them that our sons all graduated from key universities and bought houses in big cities?"

A young man joked: "Everyone knows that your twin sons are promising, and that one of your sons is looking for a job."

Embarrassed, Dad Sun took out 100 yuan and slapped it on the table: "Boss, change!"

The boss took the money and handed him 50 yuan: "The fried dough sticks, soy milk, and tofu brain you ate total 15 yuan, and there are 5 drawers of steamed buns for 35 yuan. I want 50 yuan for you."

Father Sun looked at Mother Sun in disbelief: "You ate five drawers of buns by yourself?"

Sun Ma's expression was unnatural, dodging his gaze: "ang".

Dad Sun yelled: "What's going on? Tell me clearly, why do you order 5 more drawers of buns when you're full?"

(End of this chapter)