The NO.1 Food Stall in the Wasteland novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189: Chapter 189: "It Is, Your, Credit.

Wang Xiaoci scuffed her toes on the ground. "If we ask for steamed buns, Boss Shen will have to make extra."

In truth, she was really craving the fragrant, soft steamed buns, but she was a good kid and had to listen to her elders.

"That’s no trouble."

’Your brother is the one who kneads the dough anyway,’ she thought. ’Before, I had to shape the buns myself, but now I don’t even have to do that. Little Mantis does the work of two.’

Wang Xiaohui suddenly gulped and tugged on Wang Xiaoci’s sleeve.

The two sisters were twins and shared a special connection. The moment Wang Xiaohui made a move, Wang Xiaoci knew what she was thinking.

She said tentatively, "How about... we trade for steamed buns today? Boss Shen, do you have to make them now? If you do, then never mind."

"No need. I’ll go get you a lunchbox. Just have your brother bring it back tomorrow."

Shen Lu was a woman of action. Before she even finished speaking, she was already off to get an aluminum lunchbox.

The scrap metal the two sisters brought in was enough to trade for three large steamed buns, which filled the lunchbox to the brim.

The four new probationary employees were getting more and more skilled at their jobs in the shop. Everyone was, consciously or not, competing to do more work, hoping to be one of the two who would get to stay.

As a result, Wang Daguo had found himself with some free time lately. Every day, all his tasks were finished before five o’clock.

Wang Daguo was an honest man. He felt he was doing less work, so he felt bad about eating all three of his meals at the shop.

So, today he told Shen Lu that he wouldn’t be eating dinner at the shop anymore and would clock out in the afternoon with the other four probationary employees.

He had just walked to the main entrance when he happened to see his two younger sisters taking the lunchbox from Shen Lu.

He didn’t need to guess—he knew it had to be filled with steamed buns.

Wang Daguo instinctively wanted to scold his sisters. But on second thought, ’Didn’t Boss Shen steam all those buns this morning specifically for them?’

’If I lecture them, wouldn’t that be wasting the boss’s kind intentions?’

’Forget it. I’ll let it slide for today. But I’ll need to have a serious talk with my sisters later, and I have to sincerely apologize to the boss.’

Wang Xiaoci and Wang Xiaohui had just gotten the lunchbox and hadn’t even had a chance to celebrate when they were startled by the sudden appearance of Wang Daguo.

Wang Xiaoci immediately hid the lunchbox behind her back, looking as guilty as could be.

Wang Xiaohui, on the other hand, timidly peeked at her brother. ’Oh no, he looks a little angry.’

Wang Daguo said a quick goodbye to Shen Lu, then took the handle of his sisters’ little cart and left for the day. Wang Xiaoci and Wang Xiaohui exchanged a look, quickly said their goodbyes to Shen Lu, and hurried to catch up with their brother.

The aluminum lunchbox was warm in their hands. Although the lid was on tight, the fragrance of wheat stubbornly escaped, wafting into the sisters’ noses.

As if she had made up her mind, Wang Xiaoci shoved the lunchbox into Wang Xiaohui’s hands and scurried up to her brother’s side.

"Bro, we didn’t ask for them! Boss Shen was the one who asked why we never wanted the steamed buns, and that’s why I said yes. I even asked if she had to make them fresh, and she said she already had some ready. That’s the only reason we took them!"

Wang Daguo gave his sister a sidelong glance. "I know."

"Then later, when Grandma and Mom start scolding us, you have to back us up, okay?"

This was Wang Xiaoci’s real goal. The steamed buns were delicious, but the nagging from their grandma and mom was not.

Wang Daguo was both exasperated and amused. He flicked his sister on the forehead. "Alright, you little glutton. You’re brave enough to eat them but not brave enough to face a lecture?"

Wang Xiaoci rubbed her forehead and pouted. "When Grandma and Mom start one of their long lectures, even the steamed buns don’t taste good anymore."

"Then why did you still trade for them?"

’Aren’t you just asking for a lecture?’

"Bro, haven’t you noticed something?" Wang Xiaoci said matter-of-factly. "A while ago, during the constant heavy rain, the shop was closed, and you were at home eating Insect Cakes with us every day. You used to be able to eat four or five in one sitting. Now, you can barely force down two!"

For a moment, Wang Daguo had no rebuttal.

It was true. After getting used to the food at the shop, he found that no matter how hungry he was, he just couldn’t eat as many Insect Cakes as he used to.

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