"Fuck, the person behind me, stop pushing so hard! My breasts are going to be squeezed smaller."

"Big Brother, can you please let me out? I'm squeezed under the car and can't get out!"

"Whoever is stepping on my shoes, get off my Nikes now."

......

Although the RV is 10 meters long, Jiang Yang only sells fried rice through the right window of the car.

This caused everyone to crowd together, with some even standing on the roadside guardrails, constantly waving at Jiang Yang.

Seeing this situation, Jiang Yang's face changed. This can't be done, otherwise a stampede will occur and he will be in trouble.

He hurriedly took the electronic loudspeaker and shouted: "Everyone calm down, don't worry!

Everyone, stop pushing me. If you keep doing this, I won’t be able to continue setting up my stall!”

Jiang Yang pretended to close the side windows of the RV, as if he was going to pack up his stall.

At this time, there were already twenty or thirty people crowded here.

Many people have already waited for two rounds, and when they looked at the people who were eating with great relish, they were envious and their hearts felt like they were being tickled by a cat's paws. They all looked at Jiang Yang with infatuated eyes, wanting to eat his fried rice.

But because everyone was trying hard to squeeze in, fearing that they would not be able to buy fried rice again, the boss was frightened by everyone's enthusiasm.

"Hurry up, stop crowding. If the boss doesn't dare to open the stall anymore, everyone will have nothing to eat."

"Yeah, yeah. If we line up, it won't be crowded."

"I was closest to the window, I was in the front."

"Then I'll be the second one..."

"Why are you second? I'm obviously behind him."

......

Seeing that the diners were about to quarrel again, Jiang Yang immediately tried to persuade them:

“Okay, okay.

There's no need to argue, I have a solution."

"Everyone, please pay attention to the live broadcast room of Jiang Yang, the street vendor.

You can place your order in my window, and I will make fried rice for you based on the order you placed.”

"But I've decided. If anyone follows me, I'll give them an extra fried egg."

The electronic speaker was so loud that everyone could hear Jiang Yang's thoughts.

At the same time, subsequent diners will also be aware of such rules.

Jiang Yang recorded the audio again. This time he was no longer worried about everyone scrambling for it and causing chaos, and his live broadcast room could also continue to increase its fans.

He knows that the most important thing for live streaming of food stalls is popularity.

Only when someone watches it will a chain reaction be triggered.

The men and women outside the car window nodded in agreement.

Everyone fighting over things will only waste time.

The method Jiang Yang mentioned is undoubtedly the best solution at present. First, there is no need to worry about him making mistakes. If someone pays or does not pay and he does not pay attention, it will be bad for both the buyer and the seller.

Second, if the road conditions are clear, the fleet will be able to move.

Even if they don’t get the fried rice, they can apply for a refund directly on the platform.

I saw twenty or thirty people at the scene took out their mobile phones and searched for the street vendor - Jiang Yang on Douyin.

Wang Defa, who was originally in third place, quickly took out his mobile phone and tapped his fingers continuously. It took only 10 seconds to complete the order.

At this time, a young man standing behind him asked doubtfully: "Brother, didn't you just eat a serving of fried rice?

Why are you still queuing up to place your order? "

Wang Defa looked back and saw that the other person was 1.8 meters tall and made him feel a little oppressive.

So he helplessly explained: "See the Volkswagen Lavida next to us? My wife and kids are in the car. They haven't had lunch yet. I have to buy it for them!"

The young man looked in the direction of Wang Defa's finger, and sure enough, outside the door of the car parked next to the front of the RV, a mother and daughter were getting some fresh air.

He nodded and believed what Wang Defa said.

But then he casually asked, "Are you planning to buy two too? By the way, what's your order number?"

When Wang Defa opened his mobile phone, he found that his order number was 01.

“Hahahaha, I didn’t expect that no one’s hand speed is faster than mine!

My order number is 01, so I will be the first one to get the fried rice.

6 servings of fried rice are enough for our family to eat for a whole day.”

He was happy, but the people behind him frowned.

This man actually ordered 6 servings of fried rice at one time, and his order number was the first one.

Then they have to wait for the next round of fried rice, which will take several minutes.

The young man behind Wang Defa suddenly said in an unhappy tone: "Is it interesting? One person ordered 6 servings. Are the others going to eat it?"

Wang Defa was a bit timid at first, but when he thought about his wife and children who would have to spend 10 hours with him on the highway, he mustered up the courage and said:

"I don't care! I've already placed the order, and the boss didn't say I can't buy more.

I'm going home for the New Year. The journey is long, so what if I buy a few more servings of fried rice?

I don’t want my wife and children to starve!”

When the others heard this, they immediately felt unhappy.

"You've already eaten, even if you have a wife and children with you, just order two more.

Is it necessary to order 6 servings at once? "

"Yeah! Most people here are driving home for the New Year. Who wouldn't have to drive on the highway for ten hours?"

"Exactly, why order so much? Are you going to sell it?"

Wang Defa was still stubborn, "You can't control me, the boss only said the order should be placed first, and didn't say anything else.

Can I buy a few extra and keep them so I can eat them when I get hungry on the way?"

Everyone was so angry that their teeth itched, but there was nothing they could do.

People waiting here to eat fried rice all want to go home quickly and don’t want to cause trouble.

They can only morally condemn Wang Defa.

On the other side, Jiang Yang cooked 6 servings of Yangzhou fried rice again.

After packing the items skillfully, he opened his phone and took a look.

In the backend orders, many people actually placed orders for 6 at a time.

The first order No. 01 also contains 6 copies.

Jiang Yang didn’t know what the diners were thinking, but it was all money, and it would be a waste not to make some money.

He loudly asked through the electronic speaker: "Order No. 01, 6 copies!

Whoever placed the order, come and get the fried rice."

“I, I, I…!”

Wang Defa, who was just a few steps away, quickly raised his hand and walked to the car window.

Jiang Yang looked at the order on the other party’s mobile phone and verified that it was indeed this person.

After handing over six servings of fried rice, Jiang Yang spoke again, "Next up is Yangzhou fried rice, but those who need onion beef fried rice can also place an order.

If more people want onion beef fried rice, I'll change it to onion beef fried rice next time."

After saying that, Jiang Yang started cooking again.

Heat the pan with cold oil, stir-fry the side dishes, remove and set aside.

Repeat the process again, heat the pan with cold oil, and add the stirred overnight rice.

With the clanging sound of the iron pan and the spatula, the Yangzhou fried rice was soon out of the pot again.