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

Liang Tao grabbed the live streaming equipment and quickly adjusted it to a selfie angle. "Xiao Chen, come and line up. I'll go to the front and think of something."

Liang Tao quickly ran forward; he couldn't just leave the viewers in the live stream watching other people's backs like that.

A successful blogger must always have the audience's needs in mind.

The vendor is bending down to put the buns into the steamer, which means the first batch of customers will have to wait at least 10 minutes!

There is a play!

Liang Tao walked toward the first customer in line, but he didn't expect it to be college student Zhang Jiahao!

Goodness, after he dropped the bombshell last night, there was no response. He had to search high and low before he found out that someone else had already posted the video and it had become a trending topic.

This trending topic should have belonged to him.

Liang Tao quickly said, "Ah Hao, you're here so early?"

Zhang Jiahao turned around and saw Liang Tao. "Brother Tao, you're here too. Haha, I've been waiting here for two hours."

Liang Tao's lips twitched. Good heavens, that's too ruthless. He quickly said, "Could you buy me a cornbread?"

Zhang Jiahao quickly shook his head, "Last time I couldn't buy fried chicken cutlets, and it almost made me break up with my boyfriend. This time I have to buy some."

"With the tip-off fee, Brother Tao will give you 200, how about it?"

"Damn it, they actually think they can taint my pure feelings with 200 yuan? They're dreaming." Zhang Jiahao shook his head decisively.

There is a play!

"I'll pay 300!" Chen Haoran squeezed to the front. "I'll pay 300 for your spot, how about it?"

"It's that stupid rich kid from yesterday!" someone in the crowd immediately shouted.

Chen Haoran looked completely bewildered. "How the hell did I become a stupid rich kid?" He immediately realized what had happened yesterday—buying 10 steamed buns. He snorted, "Sour grapes."

He turned away and ignored them, saying, "So, are you selling or not?"

300?! Zhang Jiahao didn't expect to pay such a price. If he had known that making money was so easy, he would have lined up every day.

But, does 300 yuan really have to betray my pure feelings? Maybe I could use that 300 yuan to take Xixi out for a better meal.

Seeing the changing expressions on Zhang Jiahao's face, Liang Tao knew things were about to go wrong.

Unexpectedly, the guy in second place said, "Bro, I'll sell it to you!"

"OK." Chen Haoran successfully secured a spot, while Liang Tao was defeated.

Liang Tao's live stream has become more interesting.

"Wow, it's all about money."

"Ah Tao is really poor, he can't even part with 300 yuan. I think that kid will agree soon."

Liang Tao didn't want to pay any attention to these people who were talking without understanding the situation. He was just a blogger with a few hundred thousand followers and an assistant to support! He only earned a little money from making one video.

He cried out through gritted teeth, "I'll also put up 300."

Zhang Jiahao had already finished listening to his girlfriend's encouraging voice message. "I'm sorry, Brother Tao, my girlfriend is here too, so I can't sell it to you."

Who can understand his joy and heartache at this moment?

He could have saved a relationship that was about to end by spending only 50 yuan, but when these despicable rich people offered 300 yuan, he ended up paying 350 yuan!

This makes his love all the more precious.

Money is valuable, but love is priceless! Zhang Jiahao stared at the rising steam and smelled the tempting aroma. Suddenly, an inappropriate thought crossed his mind: for the sake of steamed buns, he would give up both.

As the aroma spread, even after Liang Tao offered 300, no one responded.

When Lu Feng lifted the lid of the steamer, a burst of steam erupted. The plump, white buns glowed faintly in the night.

"A dish that glows!" Zhang Jiahao exclaimed.

Everyone was completely captivated by the fragrance.

"How many do you want?" Lu Feng asked.

Zhang Jiahao then realized what was happening and asked, "Can we have three?"

"Wait a minute." Zhang Jiahao stared wide-eyed at the stall owner. "Boss Lu?"

When Liang Tao heard the name, he looked over. It turned out that the person selling steamed buns was the same person who sold fried chicken before.

With such a booming fried chicken business, why did he suddenly disappear? Did he come here to sell steamed buns?

Doesn't fried chicken cutlet make money? Shouldn't you continue selling it where you already have a customer base?

Liang Tao felt that he had a whole host of questions that needed to be answered.

"Sorry," Lu Feng shook his head, "two per person."

"A steamed bun and a meat bun." Zhang Jiahao reluctantly scanned the code to pay, but when he held the two buns in his hand, he felt it was a great deal. What he bought was not just food, but also love.

Chen Haoran's smugness at securing a spot was short-lived. He brought ten back yesterday, but today he only managed to buy one steamed bun. The people in the queue behind him only had steamed buns.

However, he doesn't have that much money to secure a spot that costs 300 yuan.

He quickly found an excuse: he couldn't eat cornbread every day, and his family would surely be satisfied with these steamed buns.

When it was Han Caiwei's turn, there were still six steamed buns left.

Everyone in front of her in line bought a steamed bun.

Even if she didn't eat these cornbreads, she could sell them for 300 yuan the next day. She felt like the world had gone mad.

Price gouging—this is a true reflection of the evil capitalists' price gouging.

It elevated a simple steamed bun to a divine status.

Han Caiwei hated these people. "Boss, one cornbread and one vegetable bun."

I finally got it, this steamed bun with the strange full name.

Unable to contain her curiosity, she asked, "Boss, why do you have such an offensive name for these wild vegetable steamed buns?"

Unexpectedly, Lu Feng stopped what he was doing, his eyes filled with reminiscence. "I never thought someone would actually ask. This is my master's name. His name is Ba Dan."

"Then I'll dare to guess, his surname isn't Wang, is it?" Han Caiwei blew on the steamed bun in her hand and made room for Zhong Minhui behind her.

"Stop guessing, or I won't tell you. It's written here, the Jie of the Jie family." Lu Feng had no intention of trying to outwit Han Caiwei.

"Here you go." Lu Feng actually handed Han Caiwei a meat bun.

"Boss, didn't you say each person could only buy two?" The customer behind him was surprised that this old-fashioned boss had broken the rule.

"It was given to her, and she triggered the Easter egg." Lu Feng continued with his business.

Han Caiwei quickly accepted this unexpected surprise, "The bonus question is, is it asking for your master's name?"

"More or less," Lu Feng reminded him. "Eat quickly, this temperature is just right."

Han Caiwei then remembered that she had food in her hand, and pulled Zhong Minhui aside.

"Beautiful lady, 300, 300 for this cornbread of yours." Liang Tao chased after her persistently and asked.

"Atao, give up. This is a delicacy you'll never experience in your life."

"Honestly, I feel like this is a joke. How can a cornbread bun cost so much?"

"Price gouging is a violation."

"Speaking of which, judging from Atao's reaction, this Boss Lu is the one who sells fried chicken cutlets, right?"

"Yes, rather than this cornbread that I can't get my hands on, I'm more interested in Boss Lu's baffling actions."

Liang Tao then realized! This Boss Lu was far more talked about than his steamed buns and cornbread!

Han Caiwei finally escaped the annoying blogger and eagerly took a bite of the steamed bun she had been looking forward to all day.