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

Chapter 82 If you have nothing to say, you don't have to say it; there's no need to force it.

The shout of "Open the door!" came from Chen Yuanshan's grandson, Chen Haoran. He not only shouted, but also pounded hard on the temple's large iron gate, making a loud "bang bang bang" sound.

Why? He was completely speechless. Let me tell you, he partied until 27 p.m. last night, didn't get home until 28 p.m., and didn't fall asleep until around 29 p.m.

Before 6 a.m., he was woken up by being hit twice with a stick! Just as he was about to curse the bastard, he looked closely and realized it was his own grandfather, Chen Yuanshan!

What the hell?! Chen Yuanshan, are you trying to kill off your lineage?! I even treated you to steamed buns and cornbread!

Of course, these words couldn't be spoken aloud; if they were, Chen Yuanshan might really lose this grandson.

Chen Haoran felt like he'd only had a half-sleep, as he'd just lain down when he got up again. Despite being a bit grumpy in the morning, he still obediently asked, "Grandpa, what brings you here so early?"

"Go to Kaiyuan Temple now and buy some steamed buns!"

"Weren't the steamed buns I gave you before delicious? You ate something so good, and now you want me to go up the mountain to buy more?" Chen Haoran said speechlessly, "Can't you eat the ones downstairs that cost two yuan each?"

"This is the temple where you can support your Mantra Grandpa! Go quickly!"

Chen Haoran had no idea. He still respected the veterans, but did he have to go so early? Chen Haoran let out a wail, but still got up quickly. After all, he couldn't let his father lose his son, nor did he want Chen Yuanshan to lose his grandson.

Speaking of steamed buns, I missed out on Boss Lu's buns on Monday, and it's been four or five days since I last had any. It feels like ages!

So, after going through this process, it's normal for me to be a little irritable right now, right?

Zheng Zhifeng was observing from behind when he saw someone banging on the door. He thought to himself, "My chance has come! Finally, someone is expressing their dissatisfaction here!"

Although he didn't know whether the hot-tempered young man really wanted to eat or was genuinely dissatisfied, it didn't matter. He could just film him as dissatisfied, wouldn't that solve the problem?

Zheng Zhifeng looked at the footage he had filmed with satisfaction, hung up the hidden camera, and then went to Chen Haoran's side. "Dude, you're here to buy steamed buns too?"

Chen Haoran turned his head and felt like he had met an idiot. "Can't you see my obvious movements and shouts? If you can't see, you can get glasses and a hearing aid."

"Hmm." He nodded, not really wanting to talk anymore. All he wanted to do was buy the steamed buns and go home to catch up on some sleep.

Zheng Zhifeng leaned closer, lowering his voice to make sure no one else could hear, "Dude, don't you think this place is a bit eerie?"

Chen Haoran stared blankly at this idiot. "It's strange to say something like this at the temple entrance, brother. If you have nothing to say, you don't have to say anything. You don't have to force yourself to say it."

Zheng Zhifeng, still feeling like he'd found a kindred spirit, continued, "I checked, Kaiyuan Temple used to sell vegetarian buns for two yuan each, with generous portions and lots of filling. Now they've suddenly raised the price to ten yuan, are limiting quantities, and even hired internet celebrities for soft advertising—it's 10% marketing!"

"Ten yuan each?" Chen Haoran finally became interested. Good heavens, has Master Zhenyan gone mad? He actually dares to sell them for the same price as Boss Lu.

But Zhenyan is a grandfather, after all. Even though he doesn't quite understand, he still has to buy them. Do I, someone who spends over a thousand on ten steamed buns, care? He vaguely replied, "Let's see."

Zheng Zhifeng, however, seemed to have opened a floodgate of words, "To be honest, I came here today to see what's the deal with these 10-yuan buns."

Chen Haoran glanced at him but didn't dare to reply. He had never seen such a shameless person. Didn't he understand that he didn't want to talk to him? This big idiot was obviously here to cause trouble. With so many people around, why did he have to come to me? It was like a grandson cursing the Dragon King.

At that moment, the door burst open, and Haihe stood in front of it, loudly announcing, "Esteemed benefactors, please enter in an orderly manner. We will be selling them right at the entrance. Each person is limited to five purchases, and the price is clearly marked: 10 yuan each."

It really is 10 yuan each, haha, and there's a purchase limit. Chen Haoran thought, does temple reform really have to start with steamed buns? Hai Chi stood in front of the steamer on the right side of the gate, and according to the timer provided by Lu Feng, turned off the fire, lifted the lid, and the aroma filled the entire gate.

The previously noisy queue instantly quieted down. Everyone subconsciously took a deep breath and then swallowed hard.

"Holy crap!" someone in the group muttered under their breath, "This smell—"

"It seems like there's something there?"

"This—" Chen Haoran's nose twitched. This smell wasn't just vaguely familiar; it was practically etched into his nose. "Why is it here?"

Those who bought the steamed buns couldn't wait to take a bite on the spot, followed by praise that Chen Haoran could easily guess.

"Mmm! Delicious!"

"Hot, hot, hot! But it smells so good!"

"These 10 yuan are totally worth it!"

There were actually a few skeptical people in the crowd, but after taking a bite, their expressions became blank, stunned by the instant conquest of the delicious food.

Zheng Zhifeng didn't buy it. The reason he deducted his former assistant Xiao Liu's salary was because he couldn't afford to pay salaries either. In his opinion, even if it smelled good, it wasn't worth spending 10 yuan to buy a steamed bun! Unless, of course, it really smelled good.

While Zheng Zhifeng was saying "It smells so good!", he didn't forget to take pictures of the group of people who looked like they were "addicted". Then he realized that he had personally tested the buns and they must have been spiked with something!

Chen Haoran stepped forward and patted Haihe on the shoulder. "Where's Lu Feng?"

Haihe instinctively replied, "Just now—who are you? Do you also know Benefactor Lu?"

Chen Haoran was too busy to reply to Haihe. "Fine, fine, fine, you Boss Lu! You ran all the way from the west to the north of the city, so you've been hiding in a temple selling steamed buns! No wonder we customers can only wallow in self-pity in the group chat, especially Miss Caiwei, who's practically lamenting! You can feel the disappointment in her voice even through the screen."

I'm going to tell everyone and expose your despicable behavior! Especially tell Caiwei in the group!

Chen Haoran took out his phone, opened the green bubble group chat that inexplicably had to be called "The Ultimate Steamed Bun Reservation Bureau," posted a close-up picture of a steamed bun, and typed rapidly: "Holy crap: @EverydayWantToEatSteamedBuns, group admin, please tag everyone! Major discovery! Missing person has returned! Guess who I found?"

The message was sent out, and within seconds the group chat exploded.

"I crave steamed buns every day: I'd recognize them even if they were ashes!"

"The Invisible Chicken Wing: Me too!"

"Food Detective Conan: The background is a red wall! There are flying eaves! Let me find it! It's Kaiyuan Temple!"

Chen Haoran suddenly felt bored. He never expected that a real detective had infiltrated the food group!

Suddenly he received a message pinned to the top of his chat list.

Caiwei: Really?! Is there any left today?

"Holy crap: It's almost gone!"

Caiwei: Ah, what should we do then? / Disappointed

"Damn it: Hehe, I'll save two for you!"

Caiwei: Thank you, boss.

Chen Haoran was still chuckling to himself when Zheng Zhifeng filmed the scene, then frantically edited the video and uploaded it!

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