Meng Yunhan lifted the lid from the steamer, and the fragrance of the buns wafted out into the open.
"They smell so good, so good..."
People slowly began to gather round, looking at the plump buns and couldn't help but want to buy one to eat.
"Young lady, are these buns really one jiao each?"
Meng Yunhan quickly picked one out with a food bag. "Try one, grandma. If it's not meat-filled, it's on the house."
Meng Yunhan knew well that beginnings were always the hardest.
Though the individual household economy policy had been implemented, who would want to labor away at it?
"Young lady, you said it. If it's not filled with meat, we don't have to pay."
The older woman took a meat bun, bit into it and the meat filling was exposed. "Young lady, this is meat, it's meat!"
At that time, meat was rationed.
"I want one."
"I want two."
"I want five."
"I want one..."
Meng Yunhan had only made fifty buns.
Everyone swarmed Yunhan and they were sold out in no time.
