The next morning, Chen Ze got up especially early because he needed to go to the supermarket to buy some olive oil.
"Pork soup is definitely not going to cut it, maybe I should try using pork rib and kelp soup?" Chen Ze walked along, pondering over the Goubuli buns issue.
Goubuli buns are indeed Goubuli buns, their production technique has practically been lost. Chen Ze was a bit distressed on how to recreate this rather nice bun.
"Speaking of which, people from Tianjin don't generally choose buns for breakfast, right? I remember it's supposed to be jianbing guozi?" Chen Ze stroked his chin, then walked into the supermarket.
This is probably the difference between locals and out-of-towners; outsiders tend to think that locals often eat their regional snacks, but in reality, locals may not frequently consume those items.
"Sir, would you like to try a fresh flower pastry?" The supermarket's attendant was very enthusiastic and had a lovely smile, but Chen Ze still shook his head.
