Lin Zhou leisurely returned to his room to play games, listening to the pattering rain outside, feeling quite content.
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In Jiangdong, there is little rain in the summer, and when it does rain, it's usually a thunderstorm with heavy downpours.
It started raining around 5 or 6 pm, and many people who hadn't checked the weather forecast got soaked to the bone on their way home from get off work or school.
Even roadside vendors were urgently seeking shelter from the rain.
Seeing the heavy rain, the diners who had been wondering where Lin Zhou would set up his stall this week fell silent.
"Do you think Mr. Lin will still set up his stall if it rains heavily?"
Someone in the 'Lin Boss Fried Chicken Stall Group' asked tentatively.
Over time, the diners have formed small groups, and the "Lin Boss Steamed Bun Stall Group" has spawned the "Lin Boss Fried Chicken Stall Group," thus differentiating the diners.
The main problem is that customers at the previous steamed bun stall always referred to themselves as long-time fans of Boss Lin, which the new fans couldn't stand, so they created their own group.
Then, the customers who had only met Mr. Lin this week all went to the new group.
The group of baozi diners is still the same group of old customers.
With more people, there will be more conflicts.
Everyone has their own thoughts, and fans also have their own selfish motives and conflicts. It's normal for them to stick together.
Everyone was happy about this.
The only group of students at the candied hawthorn stall were elementary school students.
After a week without getting to eat the candied hawthorns sold by Lin Zhou, the elementary school students started to protest.
The candied hawthorns bought outside taste quite different; they don't taste as good as the ones sold by Lin Zhou near the school gate.
Not only did elementary school students notice the difference, but parents who tried it could also taste the difference.
It's Monday again, and I didn't see any candied hawthorns for sale at the school gate.
When Chen Feng got home, he let out a long sigh.
"People will eventually be trapped by the things they can't get when they're young, and you don't want me to be like that, Mom, do you?"
Chen's mother: ......
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