The originally empty intersection was gradually filled with pedestrians.
At this moment, the fragrance of the buns wafted out of the steamer.
Just by smelling this fragrance, Jiang Ran knew that the buns were done steaming.
Looking at the pedestrians on the road, Jiang Ran turned her head and said to Pei Yang, "Open the lid of the porridge pot."
Pei Yang didn't understand, but still obediently opened the lid.
As the lid was opened, the fragrance of the porridge became even stronger.
It was still windy in the morning. Gusts of wind blew, blowing the fragrance of the buns and porridge farther away.
Some people smelled the fragrance and looked in this direction.
Some people took a look and left, but there were also people who walked over.
The first person to come over was a man wearing glasses. The man looked to be in his thirties and was cultured.
It was still a little cold in early spring, but he was wearing a suit with a black coat on the outside.
Just by looking at the way he was dressed, one could tell that he was definitely not short of money.
Jiang Ran quickly sized up the man and hurriedly asked, "Do you want buns or porridge?"
When Jiang Ran said this, he actually used a bit of skill.
She only gave the man two choices, and it seemed that the man only had two choices.
In fact, the man had a third choice, which was to buy nothing.
The man took a deep breath and asked, "What kind of filling are the buns?
How much are they? "
"Vermicelli and pork. Five cents each."
Jiang Ran had calculated the price carefully.
A total of four catties of pork was used today, which was one yuan and eighty cents. Although the scallion, ginger, and vermicelli were homemade, they still had to be included. For the time being, they were twenty cents.
The various seasonings probably only cost ten cents.
A catty of noodles cost fifteen cents. About four catties were used today, which was sixty cents.
All these added up, the cost of the buns was two yuan and seventy cents.
If one bun was five cents, ten buns would be five cents.
If this pot of eighty buns was sold, it would be four yuan.
As long as he could sell one pot, he would make a profit today.
Jiang Ran's little abacus crackled in her heart. The man was silent for a moment before speaking again.
"Can I see the buns?"
"What's wrong with that?"
Jiang Ran said as she lifted the lid of the steamer.
As the lid was opened, a gust of hot air rushed to his face, but Jiang Ran seemed to feel nothing. He gently fanned with his other hand, fanning the hot air so that the man could see more clearly.
The buns in the steamer were white and plump, placed neatly.
Every bun was about the same size, and the buns on top were like flowers. Because they were close, one could smell the fragrance of the white flour and the meat.
The hesitant man immediately said after smelling the scent, "Give me one first."