Here's the lovely baozi lady who I bought my breakfast from every morning soon after I got there. It's winter so she's wearing her long sleeves. The metal contraption that the stack of bamboo steam cookers are sitting on are a steamer. If she said she didn't have the baozi that I wanted and that stack was high, I would just wait to the side since I knew more were cooking. The man in the back makes them, I never asked but I'm pretty sure that's her husband.

I liked the meat without the spicy. For some reason the Shanghainese love the spicy. Tried the vegetables a few times but I just didn't like it. And for some reason there was never any mantou when I asked for it.