"Little boss only makes about 2,000 steamed buns a day. If each of you in the front are taking 100 or 200 buns, with around ten people, they'll all be gone. Won't we at the back have made the trip in vain?"
"Exactly, exactly, I've been craving these for over a week now. You can't just leave me hanging!"
"There needs to be a limit, a purchase limit is a must!"
"Twenty per person, no more than that!"
At this moment, Second Uncle was really in a dilemma. He turned his head and asked Wang Fan, "Nephew, what should we do?"
Wang Fan himself scratched his head when he saw the scene, not expecting such enthusiasm from these people.
"Limit, definitely need to limit."
