A Bun's Filling Matters More Than Its Folds

One bun shop, half the underworld of everyday life. It's not just the buns that are packed with generous filling.

There's a bun shop in the east-side market. The owner is a man of few words, and his buns are delicious. Some say he never skimps on ingredients; others say he's hiding a lot. The shopkeepers next door are scheming every day to bring him down, while the neighbors line up every day to buy from him. He never says a word. He just gets up at three every morning to knead dough. Until one day, a young woman stands beneath a streetlamp and asks, “Are you still open, boss?”