Chapter 84: Are You Crazy, Gifting Steamed Buns for a Birthday?

This was all food ordinary people couldn’t get their hands on, yet they were still complaining.

Just then, Wang Han pushed the door open and came in.

Everyone looked toward Wang Han.

She was the Wang Family’s one and only Little Princess, so naturally, she was doted on.

"Wang Han is here?"

"Sister Han, I missed you! When are you taking me to the amusement park?"

Wang Guozhong beckoned to her dotingly. "Hanhan, come quick. Sit next to me."

"Okay."

Wang Han smiled and nodded, carrying her gifts over to his side.

Huang Yunfeng was in the living room and didn’t come in.

"Happy birthday, Uncle. I wish you happiness every day, and may your heart and soul always be joyful."

"Haha, wonderful."

"What gift did you bring me?"

"Here, open it and see."

"Oh, a thermos! Not bad, not bad at all. My old one just broke."

Wang Guozhong happily fiddled with the gold, patterned thermos. He then looked at the other box.

"And this one?"

Wang Han covered the gift box with her hands.

"This one... you’ll have to guess!"

"Could it be a cake?"

"Nope!" Wang Han shook her head.

"Then is it something handmade?"

"Fishing gear, perhaps?"

"Forget it. You’re too slow, Uncle. Just open it yourself."

Everyone else leaned in, curious.

"I bet it’s a watch."

"Who gives a watch these days? You might as well say it’s steamed buns."

"Haha, that’s a wild guess."

The Wangs all chattered at once.

Wang Jianguo was also filled with curiosity. ’My daughter is being so secretive. It couldn’t be an antique, could it?’

Wang Guozhong quickly unwrapped the gift box.

What appeared before them, striking everyone like a bolt of lightning, was a box of steamed buns.

"Juice?"

"Steamed buns??"

"Are you crazy? You’re giving steamed buns for Boss Wang’s birthday?"

"I actually guessed right!" The young man who had mentioned steamed buns stared in disbelief.

Everyone was dumbfounded. It was President Wang’s birthday, and she brought steamed buns?

Everyone knew that steamed buns were a dime a dozen, something completely worthless.

It was completely out of place at such a grand occasion.

Wang Jianguo frowned and scolded her, "Hanhan, how could you bring something so unpresentable for your uncle?"

"If this is a joke, you’d better apologize to your uncle right now."

His entire family depended on Wang Guozhong for construction materials. If they offended his older brother, their livelihood would be gone.

Wang Han retorted, "What’s wrong with steamed buns? Why are they unpresentable? You just don’t get it!"

"You girl, you’ll be the death of me!"

"Stop arguing!"

Wang Guozhong, displeased, his face as dark as the bottom of a wok, said one thing but meant another. "I was just craving some steamed buns. It’s been a long time since I’ve had any. I wonder what they taste like these days. Let’s drop it. Everyone, sit down and eat."

"Hmph!" Wang Jianguo glared at Wang Han.

’My daughter is so embarrassing.’

’She has no sense of propriety!’

’How could she cause such a scene on her uncle’s birthday?’

’What a loss of face.’

The rest of the Wangs pursed their lips and shook their heads.

’This Wang Han has probably offended Wang Guozhong for good.’

Giving steamed buns for a birthday—even an ordinary person wouldn’t give such a gift.

"Uncle, just try one."

Wang Han held out a steamed bun.

"Alright."

Wang Guozhong reluctantly took a bite of the bun.

’I’ll just have one to be done with it,’ he thought. ’These kinds of buns all taste the same anyway.’

The moment it entered his mouth, a clean fragrance of flour filled his senses.

The skin of the bun was soft yet resilient. As his teeth bit down, the taut dough broke, and savory juices flowed out from within.

At first, Wang Guozhong had only wanted to save some face for his niece.

But in the next moment, he was in utter disbelief!

’The flavor of this bun is extraordinary!’

’The ingredients and the technique used must be anything but simple.’

He took another large bite.

He chewed on the fragrant, tender suckling pig and the crisp, zesty scallions.

The pork was incredibly tender, not gamy at all. The perfectly rendered fat and lean meat melted on his tongue.

’This is delicious!’

Wang Guozhong grew more and more astonished.

He couldn’t help but look up and ask,

"Hanhan, where did you buy these buns?"

"Yangzhai Street. They taste awful, don’t they?"

Wang Han teased.

"Awful? How could they be awful? They’re unbelievably good!"

"Now, try the juice."

Wang Han took out a bottle of pink watermelon juice.

The bottle was ice-cold, covered in beads of condensation.

"Watermelon juice?"

"Yep, I bought it from the same shop!"

Wang Guozhong’s interest was piqued. He never drank soft drinks.

But since it was from the same place, he had to give it a try.

"I am a bit thirsty, actually."

He put in the straw and took a sip.

The refreshingly sweet, watermelon-scented juice washed over his taste buds.

"This is delicious. This juice is even better than the iced juice we press ourselves at home."

Wang Guozhong had a look of amazement on his face.

"The owner of this shop is a true master. I’ve never had steamed buns and juice this good. A meal like this is so much better than any of those lavish feasts."

"These buns must be two hundred yuan each, right? And the juice can’t be cheap either. I bet they use top-quality fruit."

Wang Guozhong asked with certainty.

"Uncle, you’re just guessing wildly. They’re not that expensive. The buns are two yuan each, and the juice is thirty-five a cup," Wang Han said, amused.

"Two yuan each?!"

Wang Guozhong sucked in a sharp breath.

He exhaled the sweet scent of watermelon.

He simply couldn’t believe his ears.

Such a top-tier delicacy was being sold so cheaply!

Wang Jianguo, who was standing to the side, couldn’t watch anymore. "Brother, are you exaggerating that much?"

"It’s just steamed buns and juice. I’ve had buns that cost two hundred yuan, let alone two, and they were just okay."

"Keep up the act!" The other Wangs chuckled, assuming Wang Guozhong was just trying to save face for Wang Han.

"You don’t believe me? Here, you try one."

"Fine."

Wang Jianguo took a "three-delicacy" bun with a look of disdain.

’Why eat steamed buns when there’s a feast made by a professional chef right here?’

Who would have thought that the moment he took a bite, his eyes would go wide.

The supreme umami of the three-delicacy bun completely conquered his palate.

’What an aromatic bun!’

’Have I been eating fake buns all my life?’

The texture of this bun was unbelievably smooth.

"Delicious, right?" Wang Han asked, a little smugly.

’So you looked down on Jiang Liu’s buns. You’re stunned now, aren’t you?’

"Delicious! I take back what I said before."

Wang Jianguo ate the bun with great relish.

"It’s not just delicious, it’s a delicacy fit for the gods!"

The others were a bit puzzled.

"For real?"

"It’s just a steamed bun. How good can it be?"

"I don’t believe it. Let me have one."

’Could it really be that good? Is it worth making a face like that?’

Driven by curiosity, each of the Wangs took a bun.

Wang Guozhong’s heart ached to see them go. "One each! No more!"

He wanted to save some for his old friends to try.

These buns didn’t seem like something you could find just anywhere.

They were precious.

"Uncle, I want to try one too."

"Don’t snatch,"

Soon, half the buns were gone.

The next moment, everyone who had eaten a bun was stunned.

Although the buns had cooled down a bit, the flavor was absolutely top-notch.

The ingredients were also very fresh, and the savory seasoning was perfectly balanced.

They had all eaten steamed buns before, but the ones they’d had in the past couldn’t compare to these at all!

It was like the difference between clouds and mud.

Everyone crowded around Wang Han, asking where she had bought the buns.

"Sister Wang, can you send me the address? I want to eat more so badly; one just isn’t enough."

"Where’s the address? This owner’s buns are amazing."

Wang Guozhong inquired,

"Hanhan, do you know the owner? Could you possibly invite him over to cook a meal for everyone?"

Wang Han shook her head.

"Forget it, Uncle. I don’t think I can get a big shot like him to come."

She didn’t think Jiang Liu would agree to come cook for them.

"Sigh, what a shame."

Wang Jianguo asked, "Is this owner a retired master pastry chef?"

"He must be."

"I don’t think so. Buns this delicious... I doubt even a national-grade master chef could make them."

Wang Han rolled her eyes and said, "He’s only in his twenties. A handsome guy, not some retired old man."

In his twenties?

Making buns this delicious?

Everyone was shocked.

How was that possible?

Wang Han nodded. "It’s true. Why would I lie to you?"

Everyone struggled to accept this information.

Wang Jianguo quickly asked, "Is he married? What if we recruit him into our family?"

"We could even invest in a shop for him then."