A Farm Girl Traveling Through Time: Raising a Stunning Husband

132 Weird Man

Shen Wu asked Gu Zhou to buy the oil paper first, and she waited here, because there were still a dozen or so in the basket and she could sell another batch, so she wanted to wait a little longer.

Gu Zhoufei ran towards the department store, fearing that if she was a few steps slower, something might happen to her alone.

It was already bright in the sky. The sun climbed up the layers of eaves, leaped across the street from the upturned corners of the houses, and reached Shen Wu.

There were not many people around at that moment and the bustle of the morning market had already passed. The dozen or so buns at the bottom of the backpack were actually a little damaged because they were pressed down.

Shen Wu squatted on the ground, pulled the backpack, reached in, and separated the broken buns from the intact ones.

Intact buns can be sold at the original price, slightly damaged ones will be sold for one cent less, and those that are too badly damaged can be kept for yourself.

"Hey bro...what are you selling?"

Hearing the sound of a guest coming, Shen Wu looked up and saw a middle-aged young man wearing old clothes, with neatly combed hair and a gray-blue towel holding it.

"Hello, sir. What we sell here are shepherd's purse and tofu buns. Each one costs seven cents."

"Oh? Buns? Give me one to try." The young man reached into his arms, pulled out a purse, and counted out seven coins from it.

Since he wanted a bun, Shen Wu didn't need to take the oil paper specifically, but still reminded him: "You? Or wait a moment? My brother went to buy oil paper. When he comes back, I'll give you the oil paper to pad it."

"It's not that complicated." The young man waved his hand, his eyes fixed on the backpack in Shen Wu's hand.

"I'm glad the customer doesn't mind." Shen Wu took out a whole bun. Although the weather was cold, the bun was still hot. As soon as it came out and touched the cool air outside, it began to emit wisps of hot steam.

"The buns may be a little cold, please eat them as soon as possible. If they get too cold, they will not taste good." Shen Wu had never borrowed money before, so he handed over the buns first.

The young man took the buns and was a little surprised why he didn't take the money: "You don't want to take the money for the buns?"

Shen Wu smiled and shook his head slightly: "I'm packing dumplings, and I don't have oil-paper hands now, so I won't touch the money. You can give it to my brother later, he is in charge of the money."

The boy seemed to be amused by her words, holding the buns and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will take the buns and leave?"

Shen Wu shook his head again: "You don't sound like that kind of person. Besides, I trust my guests. At the very least, I'll take it as a good thing. Everyone has difficulties sometimes."

What she said really made the man laugh, and he laughed so hard, but he didn't say anything else. He turned around and looked at the bun in his hand.

The money was held in his hand.

Shen Wu handed him the hand that had not held the money. It was not because she was a germaphobe, but mainly because people who were in a hurry to eat had to be more careful. If it was in a modern store, she would probably use plastic gloves.

The man carefully observed the bun in his hand and couldn't help but say, "Your bun is quite big, but I don't know how it tastes."

After saying that, the man took a tentative bite and found the bun was a little cold, but it was just right in the mouth. He tasted the flavor carefully and it was actually quite good.

He took another bite and it tasted really good. He could taste the softness of the tofu inside.

If it was fresh out of the pot, it would definitely taste better than this. The man thought so and tried another bite.

It was at this time that Gu Zhou ran back to his stall and ran to Shen Wu breathlessly: "I bought a lot more this time, I estimate that the shoes will last a long time."

Seeing people eating buns in front of the stall, he didn't pay any attention and put the few stacks of oil paper he was carrying into the empty backpack.