Mrs. Qin gave him a displeased look, "What's left to eat? Yangyang's wife steamed three big steamer trays of buns today, over a hundred of them, all sold. She deliberately kept these for us to eat."
Qin Han breathed a sigh of relief, "I was just saying, how can such delicious meat buns not sell out."
"They sold over a hundred in half a day?" Zhang Guilan also asked.
Lin Chuxia didn't hide anything, "Yeah, there's a lot of foot traffic at the train station, many people looking to buy food, so they sell really well."
"That's very good," Zhang Guilan said with a smile.
Lin Chuxia kept a total of 20 meat buns. She ate little for dinner, only one bun and drank a bowl of porridge.
Zhuangzhuang and Mrs. Qin each ate two, Mr. Qin had three, the sister-in-law ate four, and the remaining eight all went into Qin Han's stomach; everyone was satisfied with the meal.
The next morning, Lin Chuxia and Qin Han went to the coal yard.
