Food: Randomly set up stalls, even the little guy is drooling.

Tuesday, 10 p.m.

Chen Haoran, a second-generation playboy, once again visits Fisherman's Wharf.

A large crowd had gathered, and a significant number of people had already formed a perimeter.

His heart sank. He was doomed. Yesterday, he thought thirty or so people were a lot. He never expected it to jump to nearly a hundred today.

Little did he know that the root cause of the surge in numbers was himself.

"Rich kid spends 1000 yuan to buy ten steamed buns!" This short video, which someone shared last night, didn't show any real content, but the title alone was enough to make everyone laugh for a long time.

Then someone asked in the comments, "Is this cornbread really that delicious?"

Someone immediately replied, "I didn't get to eat the cornbread, but I did eat the 10-yuan steamed buns."

"What does it taste like?"

"These are probably the best steamed buns I've ever eaten in my life. Actually, I'm also curious to try what a 50-yuan cornbread tastes like."

This resulted in more comments than likes for the short video, and a new local trending topic emerged: "#How delicious are those 50-yuan steamed buns?"

This is why people gather. You can eat barbecue later, go to the bar later, but I really want to try a steamed bun that costs 50 yuan.

Chen Haoran immediately pulled out his wallet. He realized that besides money, he had no other choice. "It's rare for my dad and grandpa to praise me like this, so I have to bring some steamed buns back today!"

"I have to buy some cornbread today!" Zhang Jiahao rushed over after dinner and volunteered to be the first person in line at an empty stall. "I've got my turn! I've got my turn! I'll bring it back for you as soon as I get it!"

This steamed bun is no longer just a simple steamed bun; it is a testament to love.

Han Caiwei and Zhong Minhui were a little behind in line. They had eaten steamed buns yesterday, but they still couldn't stop thinking about cornbread.

Even though the other girls asked them to help bring one, they refused. What a joke, two wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap.

I was originally thinking of asking someone else to buy for me, but then I remembered how some bored person had driven up prices yesterday, with each item being priced at 100 yuan or more by proxy.

The thought made her grit her teeth in hatred towards that rich second-generation heir. Shouldn't this kind of hidden gem stall remain unknown at first, taking a long time to be discovered? But before the owner even arrived, there were already nearly a hundred people?

Liang Tao arrived right on time. For the first time, he was glad he was so punctual, feeling that if he had been any later, he would have missed his chance.

Before he could even feel happy, he discovered that someone had already started a live stream there.

It's the person who posted that short video on Douyin last night! My traffic has been stolen again, how annoying.

"Xiao Chen, hurry up and set up the camera." Liang Tao said as he quickly joined the queue.

Facing the live stream camera, he immediately flashed a gentle smile, "Brothers, Atao is here again to share with you all today. Right now, we're right here where someone spent 1000 yuan to buy steamed buns. As you can see, it's already packed with people."

"It's exactly 10 p.m. now, but someone asked the steamed bun stall owner yesterday, and he said he would definitely come. I don't know why, but he didn't show up on time..."

Lu Feng wasn't late, but it was as if he was.

Seeing so many people, he was a little stunned, but the spot where he could set up his stall was blocked by the crowd.

There are just too many people. It's like looking at Louis XVI from Xiahou Dun's perspective—you can't see the end of the crowd.

He felt a little uneasy. What kind of event was being held in this open space, attracting so many people?

He wasn't unaware that these people might be there to eat steamed buns, but he had only sold to about two hundred people yesterday, and he couldn't expect them all to come.

Looking at the crowded people, he mustered his courage and called out, "Excuse me, please make way!"

Nobody moved.

Instead, they were turned away. "Are you in line? Can't you see? Go to the back of the line."

Lu Feng then noticed that despite the large number of people, they were still lined up in a very orderly, crooked, S-shaped queue, which kept him out of the way.

He was somewhat amused and exasperated, and asked, "What are you all doing queuing here?"

The man continued, "Buying cornbread? Aren't you?"

"I'm here to sell cornbread."

Upon hearing this, several people who were talking nearby fell silent and turned around in unison.

The person who had spoken to him then turned around and saw Lu Feng and his cart in front of him.

He opened his mouth, unsure what to say, then thought for a moment, "You're here to sell cornbread too?"

The others around burst into laughter.

Someone joked, "So you're using Douyin now? You saw this place selling steamed buns and came to join the fun?"

"To be precise, I was the one selling here yesterday," Lu Feng said. He hadn't expected so many people to rush over for cornbread. "Is it possible that I'm the owner from yesterday?"

The group of people who turned around then realized that it wasn't the person selling steamed buns who was late, but rather that they were stuck outside.

"Excuse me, excuse me, please come in."

The crowd parted to make way, and Lu Feng quickly pushed his cart to his stall.

He glanced down at the light screen.

[Tuesday's task: 250 buns. Each customer is limited to two buns, and a minimum of 20 of each type must be sold.]

One person bought all the cornbread yesterday, and he was still worried that, like yesterday, so many people hesitated and didn't buy any.

Therefore, based on the task assigned by the system, the cautious man did not do anything extra.

The cost of steamed corn buns is not low, so he only made 20 steamed corn buns, and made 300 meat buns and 300 vegetable buns.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Feng steamed the first batch of buns and then changed the signboard.

Each person is limited to two purchases.

Jie's meat buns, 10 yuan each.

Jie's vegetable buns, 10 yuan each.

Eight-flower wild vegetable steamed buns, 50 yuan each, limited to one per person.

Seeing that Lu Feng had finished writing, Zhang Jiahao was filled with relief. He was the first one. This cornbread was so rare. He had to go back and describe to Gao Ruoxi how much effort he had put in so that she could eat this 50-yuan cornbread.

He was happy. The crowd behind him started groaning, and a commotion broke out in the line.

Someone started counting heads: "One, two, three... I'm twentieth! I'm twentieth!"

Those ranked 20th and below were upset, thinking, "How come there are only 20? I only came here to eat cornbread."

Chen Haoran felt a sense of foreboding. Good heavens, he had just spent money to buy several accounts, wasn't this a waste of money?

He quoted a price of 150 per person!

One of the guys in front of him, seeing his expression, immediately said, "Brother, once you've paid, there are no refunds. I've also invested my time."

Chen Haoran glared at him, thinking to himself, "How can a peacock understand the ambition of a swan? Am I upset that I bought something too expensive? These people are queuing so far away, how are they even going to get a decent steamed bun?"

"Keep queuing, you'll still pay the balance." With that, he quickly pushed his way forward.

Liang Tao was equally dumbfounded. He arrived on time today, only to find that the boss had only made 20 steamed buns. These young people nowadays always resort to hunger marketing; they really have no sportsmanship.

He's livestreaming right now, but there's not much he can do.

Xiao Chen quickly turned down the volume and whispered, "Brother Tao, what do we do now?"