Food Intelligence King

Chapter 88 Weren't we here to eat steamed buns?

The person running the media account is probably a Gen Z.

The background music is "Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling."

The pictures include: iron fence, silver bracelet, steamed buns, and freshly cooked meat.

The text reads: "Outside the prison bars, you can enjoy the signature fresh meat buns; inside the prison bars, you only get prison food. Obeying the law starts with you and me."

It became a trending topic.

Netizens somehow found a complete guide on how to get the same "ascetic" style steamed buns. It was pinned to the top of the comments section.

Information including the location, opening hours, and transportation routes of the community canteen's steamed bun shop.

There's also a recommended set meal—the signature fresh pork is a must-try, paired with Bianliang-style soup dumplings, pickled vegetables, and a bowl of millet porridge.
People do like to join in the fun.

Especially for those not far from the seaside city, as long as you don't mind the heat, it's a great place to come and visit, and maybe even stop by the steamed bun shop.

This online buzz translated into real customer traffic, drawing people to that small shop.

Thus.

The steamed bun shop, which is called the community canteen, is naturally quite busy.

However, thanks to the shop owner's prior preparations, the situation was handled relatively smoothly.

Chen Zhou's speed in making steamed buns goes without saying. Aside from the initial diligent practice, he later earned them all through points, and he's almost reached the limit.

With Aunt Zheng's help in rolling out the dough, he was even more at ease.

You can even chat with the other person for a bit:
"How's it going, Auntie? Can you handle this workload?"

"no problem."

Aunt Zheng was a strong-willed person her whole life.

She watched as her boss used up all the dumpling wrappers he had rolled out.

They neither accept getting old nor are they resigned to it.

Aunt Zheng thought to herself: I've been making steamed buns for over ten years now. I can't just retire to the second line and be responsible for rolling out the dough, yet I can't even supply enough dough for one person.

Where do I put my old face?

Therefore, she rolled the dough with the rolling pin at lightning speed.

"Swish, swish, swish," and a few more dough sheets were thrown out.

Chen Zhou, on the other hand, couldn't stand seeing the dumpling wrappers pile up. That damned competitive spirit of his also kicked in.

Suddenly, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of steamed buns, and even a hint of gunpowder.

It really has a strong sense of everyday life.

Fortunately, Chen Zhou needed to steam buns, so he had to get up to put the buns into the steamer, and occasionally he also had to get a bowl of flour.

Aunt Zheng seized the opportunity and hurriedly prepared a row of dough sheets.

She glanced at the boss with a hint of smugness in her eyes:

Look how neatly I've done this job. You can grab one and wrap it up, and I guarantee it'll be easy to use.

Chen Zhou did feel that he had a good rapport with Aunt Zheng.

Making steamed buns is quite easy for me.

So, just as Aunt Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, Chen Zhou had almost used up all the dumpling wrappers.

Your hands are incredibly nimble when you're making these steamed buns.

While secretly surprised, the older woman couldn't help but want to create some opportunities to distract her boss—

In short, she wanted to save face.

So I started chatting about random topics, hoping to distract my boss.

She didn't know what to talk about, but then she remembered what her daughter-in-law had said when they chatted yesterday.

So he relayed this to Chen Zhou:

"Boss, my daughter-in-law told me she really likes you."

"Hey! Auntie!"

Chen Zhou frowned and raised his hand, quickly interrupting the other person, "We can't talk nonsense."

As the hand rose, the steamed bun, of course, paused for a moment.

Chen Zhou looked at the other person with suspicion, guessing the meaning behind her words, and even wondering why Aunt Zheng had come.

The junior sister who happened to come by was also quite a handful.

He said to Chen Zhou:
"Senior brother, I'll tell your wife everything. Although you're very good to me, she's also very good to me, so even if you're the one paying my salary, I won't let you break any principles."

My junior sister always rambles on like that.

Chen Zhou didn't have time to complain. He quickly turned around and handed her a basket of steamed buns. "Go on with your work!"

"Oh."

Aunt Zheng, on the other side, didn't even hear what the two were saying.

Anyway, she didn't stop working. She had another row of dumpling wrappers laid out in front of her.

Now we'll definitely be rich again.

The smile under the mask was completely hidden, only showing up as wrinkles around the corners of her eyes.

She continued, "I said our daughter-in-law likes the steamed buns you make."

"Baozi, it's alright then." Chen Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

He discovered that he and Aunt Zheng weren't on the same server. It was all Ms. Lin's fault for making him so sensitive about the topic of Zihan's mother.

In the brief moment of distraction, Chen Zhou was also able to break free from the competitive mindset of constantly rolling out dough and filling fillings.

He said to Zheng Xiufang:
"Auntie, there's no need to rush. The steamer has been running non-stop."

"I rolled out these dough pieces."

Just then, a customer ordered a new dish called "hu bing" (a type of flatbread).

Chen Zhou let Aunt Zheng do as she pleased.

He then turned around and started making steamed buns.

These two customers also appear to be filming.

Chen Zhou was familiar with the equipment hanging on their collars.

Aunt Zheng, however, seemed a bit intrigued and whispered to the young girl Zhao beside her, "What's that dark thing hanging around his neck?"

"The microphone used to be held in my hand, now it's clipped to my collar."

"oh oh."

"Auntie, our shop might be about to become very popular."

The two employees were seeing a blogger filming a video for the first time.

It feels quite novel.

The store was crowded and noisy, so the two did not take any photos inside.

With the packed flatbread, millet porridge, and steamed buns in hand, I returned to the car.

The man said to his wife:
"It looks pretty good."

The young wife instructed the other person, "Don't eat it all, leave some for me after you finish taking the picture."

"I know."

The two got into the car, adjusted their camera positions, and then got to work.

The man introduced himself first:
“A netizen told me that a steamed bun shop has opened in Guangming District and has recently become very popular online. Today, I’m here to try their steamed buns and see what makes them different.”

The wife who helped with the filming asked:
"Didn't I tell you? When did I become an online friend?"

The man paused.

"Friends on spring mattresses. Is that okay?"

The wife didn't speak, which probably meant she approved of their relationship. She then gestured for filming to continue.

The man said, "Some netizens might ask, why eat it in the car? Because there were too many people in the store."

The man then opened the small box containing the steamed buns.

Taste it.

"Take the first bite and bite into the crispy edge of the tortilla to savor its caramelized aroma."

"Can you hear that sound? It's crunching. The shop owner is making it fresh."

"Then, take a bite of the pancake along with the chives and egg on top. Fully savor the flavors that come together."

"Logically, I should have a bowl of porridge to moisten my stomach at this point, but this steamed flatbread isn't dry at all. The tenderness of the chives and the oiliness of the egg are excellent."

The young wife who helped with the filming spent half the day recording videos, but she was too busy craving food to do so.

Although I also took some filming footage to personally review.

But suddenly I felt that it didn't match what my husband was holding.

she asked:
"Didn't we come here to eat steamed buns?"

The man glanced at his wife, who had already eaten half a box of steamed buns, and said, "You definitely are."

(End of this chapter)