When I was in elementary school, my grades were not very good.
Teachers at that time used to use grades to distinguish students.
It was easy to divide students into two types: good students and bad students.
Children with good grades were full of advantages, while those with poor grades were all shortcomings.
Even coughing during class was a sin.
You would not be allowed to go home at noon for any reason.
Not only would you be punished if you stayed in class, you would also have to line up for the teacher to get food.
Our class teacher’s surname is Mu.
She is a housewife about thirty years old.
She likes to eat steamed buns.
There is no cafeteria in the elementary school.
There is a Red Star Steamed Bun Shop not far from the school.
Hot meat buns cost 30 cents per tael, and a bowl of wontons costs 10 cents.
Teacher Mu usually eats 3 taels of steamed buns and a bowl of wontons.
The mother of one of my classmates worked at the Red Star Steamed Bun Shop, so he was often detained in class at noon.
He endured hunger and went to the back door to buy steamed buns for his class teacher.
Later, a legend came out of nowhere, saying that the business of that steamed bun shop had been very good before liberation.
The aroma of freshly steamed hot steamed buns could spread for several streets.
After eating one, I thought of two.
Every day, there were many diners, just in time for the meal.
It would crush a child's head, but people often go missing around here, mostly children and women, but the police have never been able to solve the case.
One time, an old police officer went to a steamed bun shop to eat and ate a small piece of bone from the stuffing of a steamed bun.
It was common for the meat filling to contain brittle bones that had not been removed.
However, the old policeman felt that the broken bone in his mouth was flat and uncomfortable.
Flat, exceptionally neat and smooth, not like broken bones, but like teeth.
He felt disgusted when he thought about this situation, and quickly spat out the bones.
He was shocked when he saw it.
It was a pig tooth, it was clearly a human tooth.
The old police officer was experienced and did not immediately raise the alarm.
Instead, he quietly hid his teeth in his pocket, returned to the police station and brought police dogs and criminal investigation experts.
Sure enough, he dug up a large number of dead people's bones, clothes, and shoes in the backyard of Baozi Pu.
The boss and the proprietress of the bun shop were both arrested.
After interrogation, they revealed the truth.
It turned out that their ancestors had opened a bun shop.
Due to the fierce competition, they worked from dawn to dusk, but the business was only miserable, and they often failed to open.
Until one year there was a disaster and I couldn't find any meat, so I went to the cemetery to cut the flesh of the recently deceased to make steamed buns.
I didn't expect it to be widely praised.
I have been using this secret recipe for so many years.
I couldn't find any dead people, so I had to kidnap children. .
In the end, both of them were shot, and the bun shop became state-owned.
However, the business was still very good.
The taste of the buns had not changed over the years, and there was still a queue all day long.
Later, Teacher Mu found out about this legend, so she stopped eating the buns from Red Star Bun Shop.
We could finally go home for dinner.
I doubted that the "human flesh buns" were a rumor made up by my classmate, but that guy seemed Not such a smart person
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