I asked around and found out that many of them were Bao Yu's fans who had watched her live streams for several days and couldn't resist coming here on their own.

"Since you sell food here, you can't stop us from buying just because we're fans, right?"

Most of Bao Yu's fans are foodies, so being able to look but not eat is torture for them.

So, I finally couldn't resist and came.

Bao Yu chuckled: "What are you talking about? I was just trying to tell you that I usually open for business at 5 p.m. You guys came so early, aren't you tired of queuing?"

"Not tired at all. We came yesterday, only to find a sign that the store was closed. We came early today just to put our minds at ease!"

"Yeah, yeah, Little Fish, you go ahead and do your thing, don't worry about us. We're satisfied just standing outside smelling the aroma."

They didn't tell Bao Yu that only a few of them had come. Now that summer vacation was approaching, many fans who had originally planned to go out and play were now planning to come here instead.

Many people posted photos of their train tickets in the group chat, just to make those office workers envious.

Bao Yu chuckled, "Fine, then I'll ignore you guys."

Despite saying that, Bao Yu still had Ren Chenguang take over the drinks he made, some at room temperature and some iced, and deliver them out in batches.

Now, Bao Feng usually follows Ren Chenguang around like a shadow. Wherever Ren Chenguang is, he follows him around.

Ren Chenguang also takes good care of his younger brother, always making sure Bao Feng is safe wherever they go.

Bao Yu set up his stall early for his fans. And the local residents, seeing the queue, inadvertently gave Bao Yu free advertising.

Those who had eaten Bao Yu's cold noodles before saw the queue here and, worried that they wouldn't be able to get any, hurriedly joined the queue.

"Uncle, what does this place sell? Why are there so many people taking pictures here?"

"Ugh, it's just regular liangpi (cold skin noodles) and roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), the taste is just so-so."

"Oh, I see."

"Hey, young man, I've already told you the taste is mediocre, why are you still running forward?"

The young man was more agile than him, and just as he was about to join the line, the young man ended up being in front of him.

"Hehe, do you think I'm stupid? The food is just so-so, why are you in such a hurry to go there?"

"Hey kid, you have no respect for the elderly and are even taking seats from the old folks!"

"If this were on a bus, I would definitely give up my seat. But when it comes to delicious food, there's no room for fathers and sons, let alone respect for the elderly and care for the young."

Such scenes often occur in front of Bao Yu's shop. Because of the limited quantity, these regular customers can never get their hands on a table, so naturally they don't want any more people to be there.

So, if you ask if it's delicious, the answer is no! But people are more eager to queue than anyone else.

Fortunately, Bao Yu's promotional slogan was only used for one day; if it had been used now, the store would probably have closed down by now.

Every day, Bao Yu's shop is bustling with activity. On hot days, people carry small stools, and some simply put their stools down and go to cooler places.

Then, the scene of people queuing in Mazada became a spectacle. The queue stretched for a long stretch of street.

The most interesting thing was Bao Yu's fans. Since everyone's time was limited and they couldn't stay here forever, the stools became the barter, and they were passed around wave after wave.

A month is neither a long nor a short time, and with Bao Yu and his team working hard, the month is quickly coming to an end.