"Hey, is it true that the little boss really just decided not to come?"
"Isn't it? Business was so good, how could he just not come anymore? It's almost New Year, so I guess he won't come back."
Aunt Wang sighed, "Ever since we couldn't buy the little boss's steamed buns, my big grandson hasn't been eating well. The only consolation is that after eating the little boss's mushroom and oil cabbage buns, he actually learned to eat some greens."
Old Liu raised his hand, showing the small steamed buns in it, and said, "I just bought these from outside. Let's have some together."
Professor Jiang picked one up with his chopsticks, took a bite, and sighed, "I can't say it's worlds apart, but it just doesn't taste the same. The skin of this bun has no elasticity, and the filling is so salty."
