Ni Yang closed her stall really early today; it was just half past ten, and the noodles were already sold out.
In contrast, Zhu Yonghong not only had not sold half of her buns, but also had a lot of customers coming to question, "Why aren't today's buns as delicious as yesterday's?"
While Zhu Yonghong explained with a smile on her face, she was cursing in her heart, thinking, what a bunch of disgusting poor men, having the audacity to ask why the buns, sold six for a cent, were not as tasty as yesterday's!
Are they brainless?
Can they eat pork with a cent? Don't they calculate how much pork costs per pound!
As for what kind of meat was in today's buns, perhaps only Zhu Yonghong knew best.
Many customers expressed that they would never eat Zhu Yonghong's buns again, and some even brought back buns for refunds.
Customers are not fools. When pork was replaced with something else, anyone could taste the difference.
Damn Ni Yang, the little bitch!
