Food Intelligence King

Chapter 26 Vegetarian Buns, I Love Them!
There's one downside to selling steamed buns at a stall near your own neighborhood—

Many of our neighbors and customers are in the same group chat.

Since Chen Zhou sent two messages and spoke to people as a stall owner,

He has become almost the second most tagged person after "Manager Gao of the Property Management".

Is there a problem?
"What time do you open your stall?", "Why didn't you come yesterday?", "Do you have any new fillings?"

Out of politeness, Chen Zhou would reply after seeing it.

Alternatively, Ms. Lin could impersonate an unrelated homeowner and answer everyone's questions periodically.

This can be considered a minor annoyance that comes with receiving widespread praise from customers.

However, once Chen Zhou got on his bike and arrived at the location, he no longer needed to chat with his group members online.

They'll come to eat what they like on their own.
Perhaps because the atmosphere had been harmonious for too long, and the group had become lively again, Manager Gao of the property management company, who had been lurking in the owners' group, began to try to regain his presence.

I pasted a message into the group: "Please do not post advertisements or other irrelevant content."

A homeowner named "Zihan's Mom" ​​immediately replied: "I think these buns are quite delicious, so this isn't an advertisement."

Property manager Gao withdrew a message.

So much so that people didn't even see what the property manager, Gao, had posted.

It's true that everything has its counter.

However, the neighbors had a deep impression of Zihan's mother.

She was the one who questioned Chen Zhou back then about whether he used lymph node tissue.

Of course, no curious group members wouldn't miss an opportunity to verify the "it's actually delicious" principle.

"Zihan's mom, does what you're saying mean you've experienced it yourself?"

"Is it made with the real deal?"

"What did we say back then?"

Unable to bear the humiliation, Zihan's mother switched to a voice message:
"I love to eat, so what!"
I'm going to buy his new green pepper and eggplant buns today.

To be honest, I'm already on my way, and I'm definitely ahead of you in line!

After a few voice messages were sent, the group immediately quieted down.

Property manager Gao, who had just retracted the message, was also startled when he heard the first voice message.

Turn off your phone immediately.

He then complained to Liu Ming, the security guard next to him, "Did you hear that? This lady is the most difficult person to mess with in the Sunshine City community. Anyone who can handle her is no ordinary person."

Xiao Liu wasn't in the group, but he vaguely heard someone talking about steamed buns in the voice message.

So he said to Manager Gao:

"Brother Gao, have you ever tried the steamed buns sold at the South Gate?"

Takamagahara shook his head. "I've seen it before, but I didn't buy it. Why, does it taste good?"

Xiao Liu naturally couldn't resist giving it a shout-out.

"Our security team has all tried it, and the taste is definitely the same."

When Chen Zhou was setting up his stall, he didn't have time to look at his phone or chat.

Shortly after the steamed buns came out of the pot, a woman with a brisk walk arrived.

The other person looked very angry.

Her sun-protective clothing bulged out as she walked.

This woman already looked intimidating, and her words only added to her fierceness.
"I'll take the whole drawer!"

Chen Zhou reminded him, "This isn't a meat bun anymore; it's a vegetarian one, with eggplant and green peppers inside."

The customer nodded, "This is what I'm eating. I've bought all the steamed ones now."

"Okay, just a moment." Chen Zhou was a little puzzled.

Why get angry over eating a steamed bun?
Is this an attempt to turn grief and anger into appetite?
Of course, as a mature stall owner, not inquiring about customers' privacy is also a basic quality of Chen Zhou.

He shifted his attention back to the buns in his hand, put them in a bag, handed them to the other person, and said, "Take care."

Zihan's mother took the steamed buns, completely ignoring what the stall owner said.

He grabbed the bag and strode away.

Only a brief stop along the way.

I smelled the steamed buns—

Unlike the meat buns, the filling of eggplant and green peppers has a more delicate aroma. Having had the pure meat buns a few times, this vegetarian filling is even more tempting.

Then, Zihan's mother simply stopped.

"I love to eat it, so what!"

She opened the bag, grabbed one with her bare hands, and tasted it right there on the street.

The steamed buns were as perfectly shaped as ever.

Once you bite into it, the filling inside is quite different from that of a pork bun.

The pale yellow eggplants and the bright green and red bell peppers create a colorful and pleasing sight.

The light brown broth seeped into the white bun skin.

It's in my mouth.

The eggplant is smooth and tender; as it gently touches the tongue, the perfect amount of oil provides a very delicate sensation.

The green bell peppers still retain their slightly firm, granular state.

But as soon as your teeth touch it, it immediately crumbles in your mouth.

Both are wrapped in soft dough, creating a bun that perfectly captures the essence of summer.
"Mmm, this filling is delicious too!"

Zihan's mother ate most of the bun in just a few bites.

Finally, I couldn't resist taking a picture and sending it back to the owners' group.

"Let me show you how fresh and delicious these vegetarian buns are. You can tell they're made with the best ingredients just by tasting them."

Even while setting up his stall, Chen Zhou would still think about the stray cats mentioned in the intelligence report.

"Even though he's just a regular customer who comes with information, it's still quite interesting that he's a cat."

This cat-themed diner probably wouldn't dare approach me when there are many people around.

Later that evening, as the number of customers decreased, the streetlights came on.

Chen Zhoucai spotted it nearby.

Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a skewer.

It looks a bit like the local tabby cat I remember, but its face looks much rounder.

Cat Eater stood not far away, quietly observing Chen Zhou and his steamed bun stall.

Seeing this, Chen Zhou used the primitive language of early human-cat interaction to deal with it:

"Uh-huh~"

No reaction.

"Mimi?"

The cat diner remained unmoved.

If they're so aloof, then I guess I'll just have to switch to a foreign language.

Chen Zhou called out again:
"Hello Kitty?"

Hey, this time the cat eater actually reacted.

I never expected it to be a mixed-race cat.
The little creature swept its tail, tucked it into its front paws, and landed steadily on its bottom. In a way, it even resembled the expression of a customer waiting for steamed buns at a street stall.

Seeing its appearance, Chen Zhou couldn't help but smile.

Then he picked out a meat bun and broke it in half.

"If you're willing, you can eat half of my bun."

Afraid of getting dirty if it fell on the ground, and also afraid of scaring it if he walked over, Chen Zhou put the bun in a plastic bag and gently tossed it out.

In a perfect arc, half a steamed bun rolls and turns.

Finally, it slowly landed in front of the cat diner.

Cat Eater is thoughtful.

After carefully examining what was in front of him, he took a bite of the meat filling from the bun.
I took off running!

Chen Zhou couldn't stop calling out to Hello Kitty.

Just then, Tao Tao came out with Ms. Lin and witnessed the whole thing.

The little girl squatted down and glanced at the remaining dough, displeased with the cat customer's behavior:

"Dad, it didn't eat it all! It's a bad cat!"

(End of this chapter)