As Jiang Yang's movements became faster, more and more fried rice came out of the pot.

"Two copies for order number 09, and four copies for order number 10. Come and pick them up."

"No. 11, No. 12..."

......

Before I knew it, I had completed 12 orders within an hour.

Jiang Yang took some time out of his busy schedule to check his phone, and the backend showed that there were only 7 orders left.

But at this moment, another customer placed an order.

Come on, come on!

Jiang Yang felt helpless and said, "Just come and place your order!"

Don’t blame me if the food is not delivered in time!

Although he felt a little discouraged in his heart, he did not slow down at all in his work.

Clang, clang...

The rice in the iron pot was tossed again, and the excitement was repeated.

......

Lin Ling, who was at the toll booth, had already smelled the aroma of fried rice.

But unfortunately, I was at my post and there was still half an hour before my shift change.

The 24-year-old girl has no other hobbies except eating.

However, she is the type who can never gain weight, and the sisters in the staff dormitory all envy her figure.

At this moment, the tempting aroma of fried rice kept stirring her heartstrings.

She couldn't help swallowing.

“It smells so good, so good.

Who the hell is tempting me?"

“Ahh… this… this is the aroma of beef, and the smell of onions.

My favorite is definitely the beef and onion fried rice.”

"Here it comes again, the aroma is back. What is this? The aroma of green beans, corn, and sausages. Could it be the incredibly delicious Yangzhou fried rice?"

......

The fragrance kept stimulating Lin Ling, and she felt she couldn't sit still.

From time to time, I looked towards the dormitory building, hoping that Sister Jiang would come over to take over my shift.

On weekdays, half an hour passes in the blink of an eye.

But now it feels longer than a year. Lin Ling's eyes are eager, and the next moment a figure appears at the intersection in the direction of the dormitory building.

"Oh yeah, Sister Jiang is finally here."

Lin Ling couldn't help but let out a small cheer.

As soon as Sister Jiang opened the small door of the toll booth, she saw Xiaoling's impatient face.

She asked curiously, "What's wrong? Is there something urgent?"

Lin Ling took her coat and walked out without looking back. The sound of the door closing came over.

"Yes, it's urgent. I want to eat some delicious food."

Sister Jiang shook her head helplessly, "This foodie."

......

Lin Ling's little nose kept moving, and at this moment she turned into a hound.

He came here by accurately smelling the scent.

Suddenly her eyes lit up. This was the place.

She was not tall. She came to the window of the RV. Although she could not see anyone, she could hear a voice: "Boss, I want a serving of Yangzhou fried rice.

Oh, no, I want onion beef fried rice too."

Jiang Yang's voice came from the RV, "Search for Jiang Yang's live broadcast room on Douyin, and place an order for fried rice in my window."

Only then did Lin Ling notice that there were still many people waiting around, but there were also some people squatting on the side of the road, slurping fried rice.

An uncle explained: "Girl, you have to place your order and queue up! We are all still waiting, you can't cut in line."

Lin Ling's face turned red, and she didn't pay attention to the recording playing on the loudspeaker at first.

It turns out you still need to queue.

She immediately walked to the side obediently, and placed the order successfully in just 5 seconds, like playing the piano with her fingers.

But as a foodie, she couldn't help but look at the people who were eating.

It smells so good!

She, who loves her habits, walked over to a young man who was eating.

She stared at the other person intently, then asked:

"Is it delicious? What does it taste like!?"

The young man, who was concentrating on eating, was suddenly startled. What? What the hell?

The young man looked in the direction of the sound with great confusion.

I saw a pretty girl in front of me, who looked about the same age as me.

The other party seemed to be asking if he was eating well. This made him a little confused, and he responded subconsciously:

"Yes, it's delicious. It tastes very good."

Seeing the other person's confused and embarrassed expression, Lin Ling knew that her social habits made the other person a little uncomfortable.

"Aha, sorry to disturb you suddenly.

Here's the thing, I'm a toll booth worker here.

My hobby in my spare time is to record my and others’ experiences of eating delicious food on Xiaohongshu.

I can be considered a food blogger with a fair amount of fans!"

"Seeing you enjoying your meal here, I'm curious and want to hear your feelings."

After hearing the beautiful woman's explanation, the young man looked relieved.

Isn’t this equivalent to a food journalist, interviewing others, recording them, and then making them public on media platforms?

The young man gladly accepted it. After all, he just wanted to record his feelings about eating fried rice, and Boss Jiang’s fried rice was very delicious.

Many people don’t know that there is such delicious fried rice here.

He was very happy with this and shared the fried rice with everyone through the beautiful woman in front of him.

"Okay, what should I do? Just start talking about my feelings?"

Lin Ling quickly took out her phone, smiled, and said, "Yeah, yes, I will record it with my phone and send it out via video.

Of course, if you mind, I will mosaic your face when I edit the video later."

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