"Disgusting!"
"Not good at all!"
The customers gave nothing but bad reviews, leaving the bun shop owner stunned. The smile vanished from his face.
"How could that be?"
The bun shop owner checked. "There's nothing wrong with the buns or shumai, is there? Isn't mung bean paste supposed to taste like this? How is it sour?"
The bun shop owner looked utterly puzzled. His family had always made buns this way, and they all ate them without finding them bad.
"Forget it, forget it. This is just the level of a bun shop like this. Close your eyes and eat it—forget the taste!"
"I can't eat this. I want Boss Lu's fried rice noodles!"
"Compared to Boss Lu's Crystal Shrimp Dumplings, this is underground while his are in the heavens."
Hearing his buns being criticized as worthless, the owner's nose nearly twisted with rage.
He had at least paid to train in bun-steaming techniques at New Oriental. Even if they were not exceptionally delicious, they should have been decently good.
Why were these customers so picky? Did they think they had an emperor's mouth and stomach?!
That was what he thought, but customers were gods. They had spent hard-earned money on his buns, so the owner could only swallow his anger.
The bun shop owner had never intended to compare himself to Lu's Snack Stall. He was already picking up the customers they had left behind; what right did he have to compete?
That afternoon, Lu Qin went to set up his stall at the Lotus District Food Festival again.
Yesterday, he had been outside the venue. Today, he was inside, still in a central location, and his stall fee had been waived.
Excellent.
Lu Qin knew the foot traffic would be heavy, so he prepared plenty of