I only ate half a portion last night, and I still wasn't full.
She couldn't stand the smell today.
I really want to eat it.
But what should we do with this stall?
There are still quite a few customers coming to buy things, and it wouldn't be good if she weren't there.
My son has to go to school tomorrow morning, so I can't ask him to come and watch the stall.
The man said he'd be working overtime tonight, and he didn't know when he'd finish; it might be all night.
Unable to rely on anyone else, Liu Xuelan craned her neck to look at the end of the line, where several new people had arrived.
If she doesn't go to queue up now, she really won't get to eat tonight.
I'm torn, still torn.
It would be a waste if this sweet soup wasn't sold.
Never mind, I'll see if I have a chance to eat it tomorrow.
Just as Liu Xuelan was about to look away, she saw a familiar figure at the end of the line.
Isn't that my husband? Just then, the person across the street also looked over.
It also includes a wink.
Immediately afterwards, he took out his phone and typed a string of words, which Liu Xuelan received.
Sometimes it's the husband: "You want fried rice with eggs, right? I'll buy it for you, aren't you happy?"
Liu Xuelan thought to herself: How old is she? Doesn't she feel ashamed to still be doing this?
However, he was smart to know his place.
[Liu Xuelan: Are you off work?]
[Sometimes it's the husband: Hmm, I wanted to come over and watch the stall for you, but when I got there I saw you craning your neck to look this way. I guessed you were craving fried rice, so you joined the queue.]
[Liu Xuelan: You're overthinking it. It's not certain who's greedy. My son said someone wolfed down half a portion of fried rice in less than two minutes yesterday.]
It's as if I didn't give him dinner last night.
This person must also be craving fried rice with eggs, and even said something like, "Look how hungry she is."
[Sometimes it's the husband: Haha, I was actually craving it too. Thanks to my dear wife for saving me half a portion yesterday, otherwise I wouldn't have had such delicious fried rice.]
Sometimes it's the husband: "Oh, right, should we get some for our son? I think he likes it too."
[Liu Xuelan: He's already asleep at this hour. He has to get up early tomorrow, and it'll be hard for him to digest. Don't buy it for him. Besides, who knows what time it will be by the time you buy it.]
Sometimes it's the husband: Okay, I'll do whatever my wife says.
Because he was at the end of the line, and the people in front of him were buying two or three servings, he ended up waiting in line until 3 o'clock.
Halfway through, Liu Xuelan had to bring over a chair so that they could stay put, and quite a few people left before and after.
"The people in front of me are ordering three servings even late at night. Ugh, this line is driving me crazy."
Liu Xuelan took the still-warm fried rice from his hand.
"Don't talk about others. We also bought two portions, didn't we? I guess those people wanted to eat them for breakfast, it's already this late."
It's three o'clock. She's been working at this stall with Boss Shi lately, and now she stays there until three or four o'clock.
It's three o'clock now, and she doesn't seem to be leaving yet.
They're working too hard.
They're so popular, yet they still work so hard.
However, what she didn't understand was why she didn't set up her stall earlier?
Arriving after 11:30 is too late.
The customers who have to work tomorrow can't wait any longer.
She felt sorry for the boss, Mr. Shi, for losing so many orders.
If it were her, she would have to set up her stall at five o'clock, and there wouldn't be people queuing up at this hour.
However, she is now benefiting from her fame, and her sweet soup sales have increased significantly.
Regardless of the time, we'll just keep selling like this.
The people over there get thirsty after eating fried rice with eggs and then come over to buy sweet soup. (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)
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