Chapter 19 Although They Are Poor, Their Boss Is Rich!

After Zhang Jianjun tasted the steamed buns made by Lin Zhou, he woke up even more greedy, especially during breakfast in the morning.

The buns made by the chef at home were not even one-tenth as delicious as the buns made by Lin Zhou.

The steamed buns that I thought tasted good in the past, but now that I have tasted better ones, I can find a lot of shortcomings.

If the bun skin is not soft and elastic enough to eat, it must not be fermented well.

The aroma of wheat is also not strong and has no presence at all.

The bean paste for the filling is even sweeter, not fragrant at all, and has almost no bean flavor. It looks like it is a semi-finished bean paste with a strong additive taste.

Overall, not satisfactory.

Zhang Jianjun stopped taking off his chopsticks after eating one, and finished the bowl of porridge.

Then I put on my training clothes and walked to the back mountain to prepare for training.

The staff at the villa are already very aware of his schedule.

Seeing that he didn't eat much for breakfast and didn't move much, the rest of the nannies and cooks were taken care of.

"Mr. Zhang seems to have a poor appetite today."

The nanny ate one of the six red bean paste buns after looking at them, and it was easy to come to a conclusion.

"I had a bowl of porridge, but I guess the red bean paste buns are not to my liking."

The chef was a little anxious. With a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan, he was specifically responsible for Mr. Zhang's dietary health.

If Mr. Zhang doesn't like the food he cooks, then this good job may need to be replaced.

This bean paste bun was what Mr. Zhang asked for before going to bed last night.

He woke up early in the morning and kneaded the fermented buns. Logically speaking, they should taste good. Why did he only eat one?

"I'll try it."

The chef picked up a bean paste bun and put it in his mouth. The soft dough, sweet bean paste, and dense texture were all good.

"It's delicious. Try it."

The chef didn't have any problem with the food and asked the nanny to taste it too.

The nanny didn't feel anything bad while eating it.

“Better than the red bean paste buns sold outside.”

Neither of them noticed anything wrong with the taste for a while, so they could only assume that Mr. Zhang didn't like the taste.

...

On the other side, Lin Zhou and Mr. Zhang Jianjun finished climbing the mountain and sat leisurely in the pavilion, playing chess and drinking tea. They felt very comfortable.

"Do you go to Huaguoshan to set up a stall and sell steamed buns every night?"

Thinking of the steamed buns that he didn't enjoy last night, Zhang Jianjun smiled and inquired about the news.

"I will go there this week. The stall will be open at eight o'clock in the evening."

Seeing the mountain climber like this, Lin Zhou knew that he must like the buns he made.

Even if he ate for many days in a row, he still didn't have enough.

"Then I'll go with you tonight. The two buns I bought yesterday were not enough to eat. I'll buy a few more today."

"Thank you for taking care of my business."

Lin Zhou drank tea and dropped a white chess piece with a smile.

The black chess piece on the chessboard, which was about to form five pieces in a row, was instantly blocked.

Zhang Jianjun was not angry, and slowly changed positions and placed the chess pieces.

The two of them played backgammon and fell down in the posture of go swords and swords.

...

It’s time to set up stalls again in the evening.

After Lin Zhou finished dinner, he took Baozi and set off on a tricycle.

Zhang Jianjun also followed his tricycle with his driver.

The two cars left the villa area one after the other.

The security guard at the door looked at the familiar two people and blinked in confusion.

It seems that Mr. Zhang and Mr. Lin came back together last night.

We'll go out together again.

It always feels like we are doing activities together, is it difficult to set up a stall together?

The security guards spread their thoughts and have some fun in their boring work.

...

"I don't think I'm suitable to buy buns today."

After get off work, Jia Lan and Xiaolin discussed going to Lin Zhou's stall to buy steamed buns together.

But Jia Lan thought about the fact that she overpaid yesterday, and was afraid that her boss would recognize her, which would cause trouble.

She really wanted to thank the bun stall owner and didn't want him to give her money back.

So I still don’t think it’s appropriate to show up.

"But didn't you say that each person can only buy four? I can only buy four by myself and it feels like it's not enough."

Xiaolin said tangledly.

This is indeed a problem, and Jia Lan also fell into deep thought.

"Why don't you ask your boss if he eats steamed buns, and you two go buy them together!"

Jia Lan said, thinking of the boss who had a camaraderie with them eating steamed buns last night.

"Are you stupid? The boss took away our last bun last night. If he goes to buy it, four buns might not be enough for him to eat!"

"Maybe there's not enough food and you have to take it from me, let alone share it with you."

Xiaolin almost cried because of Jia Lan's stupidity.

Jia Lan:......

She was also fooled by herself.

"What should we do?"

"Can't we ask two errand boys to line up together and count the buns bought on behalf of us?"

Xiaolin could only think of this solution for a while.

"If you wait in line for such a long time, you have to pay extra, right?"

Don't worry, the cost of running errands is more expensive than steamed buns, and she can't bear to do it.

They are both poor migrant workers, and Xiaolin is not a very rich person. For a while, both of them felt a little sorry for the errand fee.

After a while, Xiaolin looked at her boss who had not yet got off work, and suddenly thought of a way.

"Wait for my news!"

After she sent the message to Jia Lan, she happily walked to her boss's office.

Although they are poor, the boss is rich!

She didn't believe in such delicious steamed buns. Last night, her boss let her get off work early because of the last steamed bun.

It should be okay to spend some money to eat steamed buns now, right?

Xiaolin knocked on the door of the boss' office.

She only heard the boss come in without any emotion.

Xiaolin walked in and gave the boss a flattering smile.

"Boss, I discussed with my friend that we should buy the delicious buns from last night. Do you want to eat them?"

The boss, who had no expression at first, heard about the buns from last night, and his eyes lit up, and he nodded without hesitation.

"Xiaolin, you are so good. You are going to buy buns. You don't have to work overtime, and the design drawings are the same when you go back to draw them."

Looking at Xiaolin who was so generous, she seemed to see the best way to please the boss!

"Boss, I will buy you buns right now!"

Xiaolin also said very happily, and then her expression was very exaggerated to show that she was troubled.

The boss also asked the reason very well.

"My friend said that the buns are limited to four per person, which may not be enough."

The boss frowned.

Four is indeed not enough.

And he hasn't eaten dinner yet, so he can eat at least five or six.

Plus, you can eat when you're hungry while working at night, so at least ten are enough.

"So you want to?"

The boss looked at Xiaolin carefully, and seeing that there was no anxiety in her eyes, he guessed that she might be prepared.

"I plan to ask the runners to buy buns together, so that there will be more for several people."

After Xiaolin finished speaking, she blinked her big eyes and looked at the boss, looking a little embarrassed.

The boss understood what she meant immediately.

"I'll reimburse you for whatever you spend, and I'll include your share."