Chapter 1009 The Buddhist Old Man

With a satisfied smile on his face, the old man chewed and swallowed the bun skin in his mouth.

Then we started to officially eat steamed buns.

Of course, eating steamed buns must be eaten with the fillings, otherwise it would not be eating steamed buns.

Therefore, this time the old man opened his mouth and bit directly into the bun with meat filling.

The texture is completely different this time. When you take a bite, the soup inside the buns fills your mouth instantly.

"Well." The old man closed his mouth so tightly that he didn't dare to speak.

Fearing that the delicious soup would leak out, the old man quickly started chewing because the temperature was just right and it didn't burn his mouth.

The pork plum meat is finely chopped by hand, and it tastes very soft and tender. When you chew it carefully, it feels like shrimp meat. The rich meat juice is not only contained in the soup, but also in the bun skin close to the filling. inside.

The steamed buns that do not contain gravy on the outside exude the unique aroma of wheat, and the faint sweetness inside directly makes the meat filling more delicious when chewed carefully.

At the same time, the delicious elasticity of the filling makes the simple bun skin richer in taste and full of aroma.

I can’t tell whether the bun skin is more delicious or the filling is more delicious. The two simply complement each other. No one sets off the other, but complements each other.

"It's delicious. The bun skin has the smell of fresh flour. It seems that the flour was ground just today." The old man is a gourmet after all, and it shows.

After all, fresh flour tastes like wheat and has a very fresh taste.

Before he knew it, the old man had eaten the whole bun.

You know, according to the old man's appetite, a bun as big as the one bought outside would be enough for him. But after eating this longan bun today, the old man felt that he had just whetted his appetite.

So, he immediately started eating another one.

When eating this time, the old man did not break it open to eat, but took a bite of the fat white bun with pleats.

The steamed buns made by Yuan Zhou are the type where you can bite into the meat in one bite.

This old man just got the meat in one bite.

It's just that this time it tastes different.

"Cha Cha" When chewing this time, the old man found that the filling of the buns had a crunchy feeling, and it also had a sweet taste when chewed.

The sweetness mixed with the deliciousness of the meat filling, and the elasticity of the shrimp meat make the buns even more delicious.

"These are water chestnuts, they are crispy, tender and a little sweet." The old man ate the buns carefully.

This time he ate very slowly. After all, there were only two cages in total, and they would be gone after eating.

"Where are the buns? Where are my buns? Why are they gone?" Wu Hai suddenly screamed, looking at the empty basket with disbelief.

"Did you steal my buns?" Wu Hai looked gloomily at the last bun in Ling Hong's basket next to him.

"Gungungun, you just ate two, you forgot so quickly." Ling Hong angrily picked up the buns in the cage with his other hand.

Ling Hong was trying to prevent Wu Hai from grabbing it directly. After all, this guy was as shameless as him.

"Impossible, I just took one bite, how could it be gone?" Wu Hai stared at Ling Hong with wide eyes.

"The buns you have in your hands must be my buns." Wu Hai continued with a sure look on his face.

"Haha." Ling Hong sneered when he heard this, then finished the first bun in two bites, and then took a big bite of the last bun.

Ling Hong looked proud and arrogant, as if he just ate it.

"Ouch" Wu Hai wailed, then slumped in his position and started staring at Yuan Zhou with a resentful look on his face.

Yuan Zhou immediately turned his back, looking very busy.

"Wu Hai's eyes are getting more and more scary." Yuan Zhou complained in his heart.

But no, Wu Hai stared at Yuan Zhou's back with a look of resentment that almost made a hole in Yuan Zhou's back, which was comparable to noodle soup.

In fact, Wu Hai was not the only one to have such a reaction. Even Ling Hong, who had just taken a big bite of the bun, couldn't help but feel distressed.

You know, this is the last bun this morning.

No, it should be said that it may be the last bun for the next few days. After all, Yuan Zhou rarely makes the same food for breakfast consecutively.

Therefore, Ling Hong was originally going to taste it slowly, but was interrupted by Wu Hai.

Therefore, now Ling Hong couldn't help but look at Yuan Zhou with resentment.

Not counting Ling Hong and Wu Hai, the other diners have almost finished their buns now. After all, how long can two buns last? So what if they are two fist-sized buns.

If it were done by someone else, one girl would be full, and two boys would be full, but this was done by Yuan Zhou, so three more were not too many.

So, now everyone began to look at Yuan Zhou with resentment.

The store suddenly became filled with resentment.

Even though Yuanzhou had been baptized by Wu Hai's eyes for a long time, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He couldn't help but said to himself: "It seems that I won't be able to make steamed buns tomorrow. This look is too scary."

However, the old man was the most at ease. After eating, he showed a pained expression and then began to wipe his hands slowly.

"Hey, these buns are really delicious, but Chef Yuan, your portion is too small." The old man said.

Before Yuan Zhou could answer, the diners beside him began to nod in agreement.

"One lady is full, and two gentlemen are full." Yuan Zhou clarified seriously.

"That's what I say, but Mr. Yuan's meals are different from others. Two of them are too little." The old man said.

"Thank you." Yuanzhou is now very used to saying thank you when faced with compliments.

The old man was speechless now, and his eyes revealed: "I'm not complimenting you, right?"

However, Yuanzhou had already turned back to get the buns. After all, there were people who had finished eating and were about to leave this sad place.

Now everyone has clearly understood that Yuan Zhou will not add even one more dish. Well, this is the result of many experiences and lessons.

Fortunately, the old man, who was very Buddhist in his thoughts, did not get up and bang the table.

Even with the faint aroma of tea in the buns, the old man was very Buddhist and didn't ask much.

If you ask what you should do if you can't maintain the Buddhist lineage, the old man will just assume that the fragrance does not exist.

"Forget it, I'll bring my wife to eat tomorrow." The old man got up and thought as he walked.

"One bun like this is enough for my wife, and I can eat one more, making it three." The old man thought happily.

"Why don't you bring your little grandson over tomorrow and have a meal too? Half of it is enough for him, and the rest belongs to me." The old man started beating the family's three-year-old grandson. idea, because that works out to four and a half.

Putting aside everything else, the old man obviously forgot that his wife could finish an egg fried rice set or a clear noodle soup set by herself, so how could she not finish both buns?

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