Wang Fan rarely makes the same thing, but the next day he decided not to change and still prepared to make large steamed buns with braised pork.
In the evening, he calculated that for a community, a maximum of 120 portions would reach the threshold. This wasn't the limit of community orders, but it was the limit of Yu Wei's thermal box delivery capacity, and also about the limit of buns coming out of the steamer.
Yu Wei was lying in bed, happily calculating the money he made today, which was almost as much as he made in the last over ten days. He was so pleased that his mouth was grinning from ear to ear. If every day was like this, he could save up for one round of radiotherapy in three or four days.
"Ding."
A special notification sound rang out, instantly signaling that someone in one of those special groups had tagged him, as those groups were the only ones he hadn't muted.
He hurriedly opened his phone to look, and then instantly widened his eyes dramatically.
