"I'll also have a soup dumpling and two beef buns."

The customers queuing up gradually gathered here.

Soon, all the steamed buns in the two steamers on the trolley were sold out.

I saw Shen Yi's customers being easily snatched back by his plan of 'clearance sale for reusing kitchen waste'.

Feng Dagen was very happy.

Let you pretend!

Why don't you let me jump in line?

Go ahead and regret it!

The loudspeaker sounded so loud that Shen Yi naturally heard it.

Ye Yirou was very angry: "Why is this person like this? He is doing business in front of our store. It's so abominable."

Shen Yi smiled and said: "Don't be angry, Yirou. It's their freedom where they do business. We just have to do our own thing."

The guests who were eating steamed buns and drinking soy milk said:

"Don't worry, Manager Shen, even if they give it away for free, I won't eat it."

"Me too!"

Cui Yongjian laughed:

"Brother Shen Yi, don't worry. Just watch. According to the behavior of the owner of Tiantian Breakfast Shop, it won't be long before the customer has to return the product!"

Shen Yi smiled and said nothing.

Cui Yongjian is pretty good at judging people.

A customer took out a soup dumpling, which was quite warm to the touch. Although the appearance was not as good as the one made by Manager Shen, it was OK.

"The taste should be about the same, right?"

took a bite.

I found the buns to be a bit hard and dry.

Not to mention the soup, even the meat filling inside seems to have no oil or water at all.

Is this a soup dumpling?

This is obviously overnight steamed buns stuffed with a piece of bacon!

And it tastes weird.

I feel like I've lost my mind.

After chewing it twice, it was too much to swallow, so the customer had to spit it in the bag.

"Damn it, bad luck, try this leek and egg bun."

took a bite.

"Ugh-, Cao Nima's!"

He got angry and rushed up to Xiao Li and asked:

"These steamed buns don't taste right, they've been brewed!"

The other guests who ate also reacted and started scolding them one after another.

An old man in a red coat raised his fist and spoke the quintessence of China:

"Geneva, refund your money!"

"The black-hearted boss actually used the dumplings to sell them. I'm disgusted to death."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Feng Dagen rushed forward and shouted angrily:

"What's the matter? It's pickled cabbage flavor. It's impossible to get a refund!"

The money has gone into the bag, and you want him to spit it out?

impossible!

Unless the sun comes out from the west.
Chapter completed!