After waiting and waiting, Uncle Zhang finally reached the front of the line after following the queue for five or six minutes.
"Four buns, please!"
Old Zhang wasn't short of money; his household's flour sold for a hundred Yuan per kilogram, so a few buns were nothing to him.
"Sorry..." Dunzi went to queue, and Chen Mo explained voluntarily, "Uncle Zhang, I'm only allowed to sell one bun per person each time."
Old Zhang frowned, "Why?"
He thought to himself, is this kid playing games with me because of the flour selling thing earlier?
"The main reason is to make sure everyone can have some. You can see others; they're only buying one each time, and if they like it, they rejoin the queue at the end."
That seemed to be true.
Earlier, the words of Uncle Dong in front of Old Zhang caught his attention, so he could only say, "Then give me two buns, I'm holding a child here."
That fit within the rules.
