Rebirth in the 80's: The Daily Life of the Villain's Mom-Chapter 26: How Are the Buns Priced

As time slowly passed, the sky gradually brightened.

The initially deserted intersection slowly gained pedestrians.

At this moment, the aroma of buns wafted out from the steamer.

Just from the smell, Jiang Ran knew the buns were ready.

Glancing at the pedestrians on the road, Jiang Ran turned to Pei Yang and said, "Lift the lid of the porridge pot."

Pei Yang, puzzled, obediently lifted the lid.

As the pot lid was lifted, the fragrance of the rice porridge became even richer.

The morning still had a breeze, blowing the aroma of the buns and porridge a bit farther.

Some people caught the scent and turned to look.

Some just glanced and left, while others walked towards them.

The first to come over was a man with glasses, looking to be in his thirties, quite refined.

Early spring was still a bit chilly, but he wore a suit with just a black overcoat.

This attire alone indicated he surely wasn’t short on money.

Jiang Ran quickly sized up the man and hurriedly greeted him, "Would you like buns or porridge?"

Jiang Ran actually applied some tactics in her words.

She gave the man only two choices, as if he only had two options.

Actually, there was a third option - buying nothing.

The man took a deep breath before asking, "What’s the filling of the buns? How much are they?"

"Vermicelli and pork, five cents each."

Jiang Ran had carefully calculated this price.

Today, she used four pounds of pork, costing one yuan and eight dimes; though the green onions, ginger, and vermicelli came from her home, she counted them as two dimes.

The various seasonings probably only cost a dime.

One pound of flour costs one yuan and five, about four pounds were used today, making six dimes.

Altogether, the bun’s total cost was two yuan and seven dimes.

If one bun sells for five cents, ten buns would be five dimes.

If all eighty buns in this pot were sold, it would be four yuan.

As long as she could sell one pot, today would be profitable.

Jiang Ran’s mental abacus clattered, and after a moment of silence, the man spoke again.

"Can I see the buns?"

"Why not?"

As Jiang Ran spoke, she lifted the lid of the steamer.

As the lid was lifted, a wave of steam rushed forward, but Jiang Ran seemed unfazed, gently fanning the steam away with the other hand to let the man see more clearly.

The buns in the steamer were plump and neatly arranged.

Each bun was roughly the same size, with the top looking like a flower. Being close, he could smell the aroma of the dough and the meat.

The initially hesitant man, upon smelling the aroma, immediately said, "I’ll have one first."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ran swiftly picked up a bamboo plate with one hand and used chopsticks with the other to pick up a bun and place it on the plate.

Seeing Jiang Ran’s actions, the man nodded in appreciation.

Regardless of the taste, the cleanliness of the bun maker gave a comforting impression.

The man took the bamboo plate, looked at the bun carefully, and then took a bite.

The bun had a thin skin and ample filling; with one bite, he reached the meat.

After chewing briefly, the man noticed something amiss.

He chewed carefully, looked down again, and smiled.

These buns, unlike those sold by others, didn’t have a mushy filling lacking texture.

The meat in these buns was cut into small cubes, with the right balance of fat and lean, clearly from high-quality pork belly.