There was still sauce from the twice cooked pork in the pot—perfect for dipping steamed buns in!
Two groups of night runners, fifty or sixty people in total, gathered on the west side of City Square.
They all had huge appetites. Some had even lined up for lamb soup for the third time.
Tsk, tsk. They must have run themselves hungry. What a sin!
Wang Pangzi, who ran the barbecue stall, was completely baffled when he saw all the night runners going for lamb soup.
"Strange. Greasy, sizzling, fragrant barbecue—how could it possibly be less tempting than lamb soup?!"
"Isn't barbecue the king of late-night snacks? It got defeated by a bowl of lamb soup? That shouldn't be possible?!"
Lu Qin sold his last serving of lamb soup and prepared to close up.
"Wait, Boss, don't wash the pot!"
Lu Qin said, "I'm closing up. If I don't wash the pot, am I supposed to leave it until tomorrow—huh?"
"No, Boss. Wait for me to buy a few plain steamed buns. There's still sauce from the twice cooked pork in your pot. I'll dip the buns in it!"
Lu Qin said, "..."
"Then hurry up. I'm waiting to close the stall, so I won't charge you for this!"
"Very soon, three minutes!"
As expected of a night runner, he took off running.
He returned in less than three minutes, carrying five plain steamed buns.
When his teammates saw that, the corners of their mouths twitched violently.
"What a sin! Can you even eat five? Give me one!"
Two or three people used the steamed buns to wipe Lu Qin's pot until it gleamed.
"Boss, will you be here again tomorrow?"
Lu Qin said, "Unless something comes up, probably. I'll be setting up at City Square every evening these next few