If Chen Mo is only making shrimp, he's not busy.
"Dunzi."
"What's up, Brother Mo?"
"Can you go next door and buy me a bun? I want to taste what the buns from big restaurants are like."
"Brother Mo, you're betting against them, and you still want to eat their buns? Aren't you helping their business?"
Dunzi thought the same way as Yang Wenhua's subordinate.
But Chen Mo's thoughts were exactly like Yang Wenhua's.
"Winning or losing doesn't hinge on one bun, right? Besides, since we're all out here on the street, let's support our fellow vendors."
Dunzi muttered a few words, not sure what he was saying, and quickly strode next door, heading straight to the front of the line.
"Give me a bun, how much is it?"
"Brother, please line up."
Yang Wenhua looked up and saw it was someone from Chen Mo's side, seemed to be that tough guy, so he said, "Since it's Boss Chen's person, give him a bun."
