Twenty-five is really a bumper harvest_1

To be honest, Gu Chen was also hungry.

He had been busy all morning, and it was almost one o'clock and he still hadn't eaten.

Old Tang by his side was so craving that he was practically drooling.

"They really know how to do business, putting out such a mouthwatering meat scent right at the entrance. Who could resist that?"

To tell the truth, he was hungry too.

But a meat sandwich cost five yuan, and he was reluctant to spend that much.

Old Tang was forty this year.

Unlike Gu Chen, he had three kids to feed, plus his elderly father and mother, and his wife as well.

The family relied solely on his dried goods business for income.

Their life was always hand to mouth, so he tried to save wherever he could.

After saying this, Old Tang took out two steamed buns from a metal box under his tricycle seat, along with a small box of pickles.

Feeling it wasn't right to eat alone, he looked at Gu Chen.