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

bitter?

Han Caiwei never expected that she would taste bitterness in this 50-yuan steamed bun.

It was a bittersweet feeling, but it reminded her of the hardship she experienced when she was working alone away from home right after graduation.

This is a stage in life that every graduate may experience.

But this feeling is fleeting, followed by the sweetness that comes with it.

The bitterness before the sweetness makes even a subtle sweetness, which isn't overtly sweet, have the power to bring a smile to your face.

Chewing, savoring.

Han Caiwei realized that if meat buns and vegetable buns could give people a sense of being there, then this cornbread could even transport them into their dreams.

She suddenly realized that this was no longer just about food; it easily evoked memories, more like a magical trick.

She only had time for this moment of thought before she went back to eating her cornbread.

Ugh, I really want another one.

Her eyes glanced at Zhong Minhui beside her, who had already finished eating and was now looking at her.

What a tacit understanding! It's a pity we thought of the same thing.

"Are you full?" Han Caiwei asked, licking her fingers after finishing the cornbread and two steamed buns.

"You ate three, and I only ate two. I'm definitely not full. Sigh, I didn't even eat lunch because of your nonsense," Zhong Minhui lamented.

"This steamed bun has really whetted my appetite. I feel like I could eat a whole cow." Han Caiwei licked one finger and then sucked on the next. "But, after eating such a delicious steamed bun, I feel..."

She glanced at the barbecue restaurant not far away, "I feel like I've lost interest in that stuff."

In the past, she would have been absolutely thrilled to see crayfish, but now, if she had to choose between steamed buns and crayfish, she would choose steamed buns without hesitation.

The only thing that could beat Boss Lu's steamed buns is Boss Lu's cornbread.

"After eating steamed buns yesterday, I was thinking, how can there be such delicious steamed buns in the world?" Zhong Minhui exclaimed. "After eating cornbread today, I was thinking, I've really wasted all the meals I've eaten in my life."

"Tomorrow, I'll have to come earlier tomorrow." Han Caiwei glanced at the long queue; she knew this was going to be a tough battle.

Liang Tao is still live streaming.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the live stream, Kid Brother roared in anger, "Aaaaaah, Boss Lu, that traitor!"

"Zhang Zixuan (Administrator): Image. Guys, go check out this live stream, I just saw it on my mom's phone."

"My favorite is Beans: Damn it, I thought Boss Lu was just too tired, but he went somewhere else again."

"Shang Qianqian: Is eating Boss Lu's spicy chicken noodles a blessing or a curse for me? The joy that spicy chicken noodles brought me these past few days, and my anticipation for fried chicken cutlets... have ultimately been wasted."

Seeing these copywriting masters, Zhang Zixuan felt a surge of urgency and was preparing to compose a poem to vent his discontent.

"Zhang Zixuan, you've been playing with my phone again! Give it to me!"

He shuddered, quickly tossed his phone aside, and slipped back to bed, pretending to sleep.

Lu Feng A Qiu sneezed, and if nothing unexpected happened, someone must have been talking about him.

He thought of Zhang Zixuan, the kid, who had twice stepped in to help him out of a minor crisis.

While he was steaming the buns, he took out his phone and saw a bunch of comments from kids saying "It was all for nothing in the end," and his eyes twitched involuntarily.

Is he out of touch with the times? What era is this show from? Kids are still watching it.

Is this what you call a new era classic? It's terrifying!

Lu Feng also wanted to protest his innocence, but the system made him work until 1 a.m., and by the time he went to sleep it was already 2 a.m.

If he hadn't gotten up by 5 a.m., he would have died on the spot.

To prevent the resentment from spreading, he quickly typed.

"Lu Feng: Tomorrow afternoon, we'll have a special event for you. Each person can only buy one steamed bun, and we'll sell them at cost price of 5 yuan each. There will be 200 buns in total, and the order will stop when there are 200 people."

"Shang Qianqian: If the wind understands my heart, please don't destroy it easily. Boss Lu, you finally remember us."

"My favorite is Beans: Boss Lu, I love you! @Shang Qianqian, you're just being dramatic, you should be grateful you have something to eat."

"Zhang Zixuan (Administrator): Chain reaction, 11111."

"Zhang Zixuan, you're really asking for it today." Zhang Zixuan sighed to the sky, "Boss Lu, you have no idea that for your steamed bun, I ate a meal of stir-fried bamboo shoots and pork ahead of time."

Thanks to the efforts of worker Xiao Chen, he finally managed to buy two steamed buns after queuing up.

Although Liang Tao didn't get to eat cornbread, he at least got a meat bun.

"The fans eat first, then I'll eat. Let me be the first to taste just how delicious these buns are, considering I queued for an hour to get them."

As is customary, Liang Tao makes a brief appearance on camera.

"It feels like an ordinary steamed bun."

"Don't you think it's very beautiful, full and well-proportioned?"

Liang Tao chuckled and leaned closer to show the audience, "Look closely, everyone. Based on my years of foodie experience, this bun is clearly handmade, but the size is just right, the dough is evenly kneaded, and it's properly risen."

He then took out another one and placed it next to the other. "Look, everyone, the two buns are almost exactly the same size. Even machine-made buns can't do this. Especially the pleats, there are exactly 18, evenly distributed. Even at the closure, they're not very thick. You can see the skill of the hands."

Liang Tao's professional knowledge has reached the amateur level ten, so he can easily impress his audience.

From his perspective, the most skillful part is indeed the pleats. These pleats are fine and even, with 18 pleats spiraling upwards from the bottom. Each pleat is of uniform depth, and the ends are pinched tightly and neatly, like the lace on a young girl's skirt. They are neither loose nor crowded, but exude a neat and skillful strength.

An audience member immediately chimed in, "I also sell steamed buns, and it's true, they just look plump and white. But the pleats I make are very rough; even when I try to pinch them together, they end up crooked and uneven."

This statement resonated with some people.

"Yes, when I was pinching them, I couldn't even cover the filling."

"I can cover it up, but I'll make it into a huge lump."

"And then there's the fragrance. Actually, everyone was initially attracted by this fragrance," Liang Tao continued.

They all smell the same as steamed buns, but this bun has more layers of aroma.

First comes the aroma of fermented wheat, with a hint of natural sweetness from the yeast, like the smell of freshly milled wheat flour that has been sun-dried—clean and mild.

Then, the aroma of the minced meat slowly wafted out, without the greasiness that fatty meat should have, but rather the fresh fragrance of pork.

Most importantly, you can't smell any other sauces at all; there are no off-flavors, only the purity of the ingredients themselves.

"The aroma of wheat and meat is very pure, which may be hard for people to understand. It requires extremely high skill to use just the right amount of seasoning to lock in all the flavors, leaving only the purest aroma."

"The steamed buns that people usually eat have a rather weak aroma."

"Yes, the food we usually eat smells greasy, or it's just the aroma of noodles and we can't smell anything else."

"Tao, hurry up and eat, we'll talk after we've eaten."

Seeing the audience urging him on, Liang Tao finally picked up the steamed bun and took a bite.