Bloody Kyoto

On Friday, he excitedly carried a ladder to hang the plaque. After it was hung, he stood in front, ready to admire the calligraphy written by Aunt Li.

result……

They were stunned on the spot.

"Hahahaha..." A burst of laughter rang out behind him. He turned around and saw the coffin shop owner bending over, clutching his stomach, laughing so hard he almost fell over.

On Friday, she pursed her lips and looked at the coffin shop owner with displeasure. Although Aunt Li's handwriting was ugly, it was none of anyone else's business to laugh at it.

"Mr. Zhong, you should do more good deeds."

Mr. Zhong, whose given name is You Shou, is a bachelor in his forties.

Mr. Zhong, who was laughing so hard he was almost falling over, continued to laugh when he heard what Zhou Wu said, but his laughter wasn't as exaggerated.

"Five little brats, don't you know I'm accumulating good karma every day? I've accumulated enough to enjoy blessings for several lifetimes."

Friday: "One must accumulate good karma. It is said that in the next life, one will not only enjoy happiness, but may even attain high official rank and great wealth."

Zhong Youshou ignored his words and looked up to admire the few large, scribble-like characters on the paper.

He frowned and stared at it for a long time.

"Hmm, not tasty?"

"You're talking nonsense." Boss Zhong had barely finished speaking when Zhou Wu's eyes turned red with anger. "Aunt Li's steamed buns are the best."

Boss Zhong shook his head. "That's not what I said, it's what's written on the signboard you hung up."

"Your shop is called: Not Good Buns Shop."

He knew a few characters on Friday, but not many. In theory, he should have been able to recognize the three characters "not tasty," but Li Nanle's calligraphy was really indescribable, so he didn't recognize them.

After Mr. Zhong said that, he was completely stunned.

Who would come up with such a name?

He didn't believe it, glared at Boss Zhong, turned around and ran to the backyard. A moment later, he came out with his head hanging low.

Mr. Zhong laughed again, "This doesn't taste good. The owner of the steamed bun shop is quite interesting."

He stepped forward and put his arm around Zhou Wu's shoulder. "The steamed buns aren't cooked yet?"

On Friday, I slapped his hand away and replied irritably, "Not cooked."

"Understood. After steaming them, bring ten to the coffin shop."

After saying that, Boss Zhong patted Zhou Wu on the shoulder, put his hands behind his back, and went back to his shop.

On Friday, feeling down, I moved a table to the shop entrance. This table was meant to hold a steamer.

His gloomy mood lasted until all the buns were steamed. He moved a stool, opened the top steamer, and looked at the plump white buns and mantou. He couldn't stop smiling.

He called out towards the backyard, "Aunt Li, the steamed buns are ready, we can officially open the shop now."

"Just sell them directly," came Li Nanle's casual voice.

Friday: "..."

He was anxious; Aunt Li really didn't know how to do business.

As he took down the door panels, three tall steaming baskets filled with steam came into view of the passersby.

He took a stool, removed the second-to-last steamer from the top, and placed it on the table.

As soon as I turned around, I saw an elderly woman carrying a basket looking at the shop with curiosity.

"Auntie, we sell steamed buns here. Would you like to buy a few?"

"how much for one?"

"Meat buns are four coins each, vegetable buns are five coins for two, and steamed buns are two coins each."

The old woman nodded after listening, then frowned. The price of the steamed buns…

"Isn't two coins for a steamed bun a bit too expensive?"

Without offering any explanation on Friday, the old lady simply lifted the lid of the steamer containing the steamed buns. Her eyes lit up immediately; the buns were huge and white.

One is enough for her to eat her fill.

"Hey buddy, are these steamed buns all wheat flour?"

"Yes, it's not just wheat flour, it's sweet too." Although he hadn't tasted it yet, he had already asked about these details early on Friday.

"Sweet?" The old woman's eyes lit up again, and she couldn't wait to slip a coin into her pocket.

"Give me two steamed buns and three pieces of meat..." She paused here, and her hands, which were counting copper coins, also stopped.

"Hey buddy, these meat buns of yours are all meat, right?!"

On Friday, seeing the two people walking towards him, he still didn't explain. Instead, he picked up a meat bun, broke it open, and showed it to the old lady.

A meaty aroma wafted out, and the old woman, smelling the aroma and seeing the white wrapper filled with meat, had no further doubts.

He happily counted out sixteen copper coins.

I made my first sale on Friday and felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

The two people who came over also saw the broken meat buns and bought one each without hesitation.

In the capital, a meat bun costing four copper coins isn't cheap, but it's not expensive either; it's just right.

However, the steamed buns made by Li Nanle's machine are exceptionally large, so when compared to those from other shops, those who buy them get a bargain.

I didn't expect business to be good, but then a lot of workers came.

These people all heard it from the two people who bought one steamed bun.

Because the buns are big and have lots of meat, one bun can fill up a person with a small stomach.

This attracted many people to do manual labor.

However, more people buy steamed buns than meat buns.

Two coins were enough to fill you up, and everyone was happy to spend the money.

Before noon, all the steamed buns and mantou were sold out. On Friday, he rushed to the backyard to ask Li Nanle to report.

"Aunt Li, all the steamed buns and mantou are sold out. We need to hurry up and make more. Business will definitely be even better at noon."

Li Nanle was surprised. They were sold out already?

Are they selling that well?

Or is the price set too low?

"Let's close down once we've sold out!"

"What!" Zhou Wu exclaimed in surprise, "Aunt Li, what kind of food stall doesn't open at noon?"

"Gone."

"What's missing?"

"Steamed buns and mantou (steamed bread)."

"If you're out of bread, just eat some right away!"

Li Nanle looked up at the hurried Zhou Wu, her ears twitching slightly, and said, "Hurry up and close the door, or we'll be in trouble later."

Upon hearing this on Friday, without even asking what the trouble was, he ran to close the door.

I had just closed the door when I heard a noise from outside.

"Huh! It's next to the coffin shop, I'm not in the wrong place, but why is it closed?"

"What's going on? Why is the steamed bun shop closed at noon?"

“We came here because we heard from others that there are cheap and delicious foods. If we can’t buy them, then we’ve come all this way for nothing.”

"Open the door, open the door quickly, we want to buy something."

The door was slammed shut with loud bangs.

On Friday, I patted my chest in relief, thank goodness the store was closed, otherwise I would definitely have been surrounded and asked to explain, and might even have been scolded.

"You should hurry up tomorrow. This shop is opening for the first time today, and they didn't prepare enough steamed buns and dumplings. They're all sold out now."

The owner of the coffin shop, Mr. Zhong, stood at the door, munching on a large vegetable bun.

He glanced at the closed steamed bun shop and snorted inwardly, "That brat Xiao Wu, I asked him to deliver ten, but he ended up having to fight for them himself to buy just two vegetable buns."

They have absolutely no idea how to take care of their neighbors.

I took a big bite of the vegetable bun and vowed to myself that I would definitely buy meat buns and sweet steamed buns tomorrow.

On Friday, he returned to the backyard, sat dejectedly to one side, looked at Li Nanle with a puzzled expression, and sighed from time to time.

Li Nanle lifted her eyelids slightly. "Sighing too often will drive away your good luck."

"Aunt Li, I'll come an hour earlier tomorrow, so we can make more steamed buns and mantou."

I was heartbroken on Friday. I never expected business to be so good on the first day. Everything was sold out in just over an hour.

"No! Come to the same place tomorrow as today."

Li Nanle stood up. "Go and pack your things quickly, then leave."

After saying that, she walked into the room.

On Friday, I wanted to shout to the heavens, "Aunt Li really isn't a good businesswoman!"

As he watched her retreating figure, the image of the old man he had seen the previous night suddenly came to mind.

He was absolutely not mistaken; that old woman was Aunt Li. But why was Aunt Li pretending to be an old woman?

As he pondered, the young boy's expression turned serious, and after a moment he knocked on Li Nanle's door.