What are you talking about?

"Can someone explain to me who this 'Boss Lin' you're talking about is?"

This kind of gossip, which only they understand and no one else knows, is really frustrating.

Those watching were scratching their heads in frustration.

Everyone was eager to find out the whole story immediately.

Chen Luo is also someone who likes to answer people's questions.

Seeing everyone's curiosity, he immediately began to vividly describe the stories of Boss Lin that he had heard from his girlfriend.

Lin Zhou felt a sense of embarrassment, something he hadn't experienced in a long time.

It's really shameful to hear someone boast about his deeds to his face!

"Let me tell you, Boss Lin is very famous. He's so popular in China that everyone knows him. People are searching all over the internet for Boss Lin's stall, just to eat his food."

"My girlfriend was so craving the food that Boss Lin posted online that she came back to China last week just to see Boss Lin. I didn't expect Boss Lin to be abroad, hehe!"

"I feel like if I told her this now, she would cry."

"No wonder my girlfriend wanted to eat Mr. Lin's food so much, it's so delicious!"

Chen Luo didn't forget to eat stinky tofu while talking.

He only heard about Lin Zhou's deeds from hearsay.

Rumors online are inevitably exaggerated, and Lin Zhou was so engrossed in listening that he had to pretend to be very busy.

People always seem very busy when they're in an awkward situation.

But he quickly realized that the exposure of his identity also changed the subject, so that everyone stopped focusing on his stall.

Thinking about it this way makes me feel much better.

As the diners listened to Chen Luo's introduction, their eyes shone brighter as they looked at Lin Zhou, as if he were some important figure.

"I never expected this! Boss, you're quite the big shot!"

"I knew the owner's stinky tofu was so authentic, he must be someone important."

The two foreign men in the middle of the line and the two foreign women at the back of the line couldn't understand what the Chinese people were saying.

Their excitement was somewhat baffling.

The two men, smelling the delicious aroma in the air, just wanted to eat the stinky tofu as soon as possible.

Stinky tofu has become their favorite.

My tastes have become more discerning; many things I eat now taste wrong, and they don't taste as good as the stinky tofu from China.

For several afternoons in a row, I couldn't wait to queue up for stinky tofu. The more I ate, the more addicted I became to its pungent smell.

It's gotten to the point where they have a problem with their sense of taste; they think that smelly things must taste good.

The two grown men became friends because they both loved eating stinky tofu.

Since they were the only two foreigners in the queue, it was hard for them not to get to know each other.

As for the two girls who came later, they only had eyes for the stinky tofu and didn't have time to pay attention to them.

After the two girls endured the stench and bought two servings of stinky tofu, they each forked the stinky tofu into their mouths with grimaces.

One of the girls, with long, golden curly hair, swallowed a mouthful of stinky tofu, enduring the stench, chewed it a couple of times, and then her eyes lit up instantly.

"Oh my god, what a delicious treat! It smells so good!"

As soon as she finished speaking, another girl covered her mouth as if she was about to vomit.

With a look of disgust, he pulled a bag out of his pocket and started vomiting.

Perhaps the sound of vomiting stood out too much among the sounds of everyone happily eating stinky tofu.

The diners in front of the stall all turned to look.

When passersby saw her like this, they covered their noses even more tightly.

Seeing her like this, her female friend forgot all about eating the stinky tofu in her hand.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

She found the stinky tofu incredibly delicious, and she couldn't even hold her breath; she was completely absorbed in it.

I really don't understand why my friend is like this.

"It stinks! It tastes awful!"

Faced with this situation, Lin Zhou and the other members of the group felt it was quite normal.

Mr. Lin's stinky tofu is so authentic.

There will definitely be people who like it and people who don't.

The same applies domestically.

Some people can't even stand the smell of a cheap version of stinky tofu, let alone foreigners.

It's normal not to like the food.

Then the girl with long, golden curly hair received two servings of stinky tofu.

Such a beautiful woman was squatting by the roadside eating this incredibly smelly stinky tofu, drawing strange looks from passersby.

The obvious doubt in his eyes was plain to see.

What is this that smells so bad?

'Oh my god, this is food?'

'How can someone eat something that stinks like shit with such relish?'

'What is this? I want to try it out.'

The effect of beautiful women applies everywhere.

The sight of a beautiful woman eating an incredibly smelly dish on the roadside, seemingly enjoying it, is particularly jarring and arouses curiosity.

As a result, more and more people started trying it.

The stinky tofu that Lin Zhou brought out was quickly consumed.

"Hooray~ We've sold out of stinky tofu for today."

Seeing the customers who hadn't had enough to eat, Lin Zhou looked at the empty food boxes and regretfully prepared to close up shop.

"See you tomorrow, Boss Lin!"

"I'll bring my teacher to try some Chinese specialties tomorrow, hehe."

"I'm going to catch up on Boss Lin's previous shows tonight, oops, no, I mean his previous shows about food."

"Mr. Lin, please come again tomorrow."

"..."

Lin Zhou answered everyone's questions one by one.

Then they packed up, closed their stall, and left.

Lin Zhou felt that if he prepared more stinky tofu every day, he could complete his task for the week.

Although there weren't many customers, these people ate a lot!

The mission proceeded very smoothly in an unexpected way.

Lin Zhou was also somewhat at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

I guessed that selling stinky tofu abroad might not be a good business, but I expected to attract Chinese customers.

He had originally planned to use the mission card if he couldn't complete the mission.

There's only one chapter to this thing. Ever since he got it, it's been gathering dust in his system inventory. He really doesn't want to use it unless it's absolutely necessary. It would be better to keep it as a souvenir or as a backup!

Unexpectedly, reality was pretty much what he had imagined.

There weren't many foreign guests, but the Chinese diners were all big eaters, each one capable of consuming more than a dozen servings.

This week's seemingly difficult task is about to be completed.

On his way back, Lin Zhou couldn't help but laugh as he thought about it.

Setting up a street stall is really fun!

Plans never keep up with changes.

Just like he never knows where he'll set up his stall next week, nor what stories will unfold in the new place.

Life is full of surprises and unknowns.

...

The next day, after lunch, Lin Zhou brought three large buckets of stinky tofu and set up his stall at the foot of the Haispan Tower early in the morning.

He arrived early, but the customers waiting for him to set up his stall arrived even earlier.

Some people even took time off work in advance just to eat stinky tofu.

They were deeply saddened to learn that they could only enjoy this delicious stinky tofu for a week.

When faced with limited-edition delicacies, everything else that isn't important comes second.

According to the information, if you miss out on Mr. Lin's delicious food, there is a high chance that you will miss it forever. You can't afford not to cherish it!