Tuesday was another day when we couldn't find Mr. Lin's stall.
By Wednesday, the regulars were still able to resist.
Those new diners who had just witnessed the charm of Mr. Lin's culinary skills couldn't resist at all.
There are also tourists who come to Changzhong Temple specifically to check it out based on online guides, and they always ask about the braised pork rolls.
So much so that the young monks in the temples secretly infiltrated various fan groups of Mr. Lin in order to get the latest news as soon as possible.
"Master, is the braised pork roll stall at the temple entrance not open?"
Tourists who came from out of town specifically to visit the temple couldn't find the famous braised pork rolls after touring the temple, so they asked the young monks at the temple gate for directions.
"Amitabha, this humble monk does not know either."
The young monk looked compassionate, but his expression remained relatively normal.
The bitterness in my heart is beyond words!
He was also curious to know where Boss Lin had set up his stall.
Every day at noon, he would stare at the outside of the temple.
He just couldn't understand why the head cook at the temple made such terrible vegetarian dishes!
"I didn't think much of it at first, but after eating those vegetarian rolls and then the temple food... can't the monks eat something better?!"
The young monk pursed his lips, harboring deep resentment towards the head cook.
But in an instant, I couldn't help but feel that this was not good!
"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk has actually been overcome by anger..."
He quickly whispered a Buddhist chant.
Another thought popped into my head!
"It's delicious! Where did the vendor go?"
......
Meanwhile, Wen Nan, who had become obsessed with metaphysics, became interested in fortune telling after failing to find Boss Lin after praying to gods and Buddhas a couple of days ago.
After get off work today, he went to places like the park entrance or under the overpass where fortune tellers are likely to appear, hoping to find out where Boss Lin was.
There is no new information at the moment.
Wu, who was in charge of searching for news about Boss Lin online, and his team spent their free time browsing news on various platforms such as Douyin and Weibo.
They gained nothing.
Not only did they receive no news, but they also received devastating news.
As he discovered that many netizens in the same city were posting messages looking for Boss Lin, Factory Wu inevitably felt anxious.
Their original strategy was to keep a low profile. Boss Lin didn't like to be famous in a high-profile way. With so many people, it was uncertain whether they would even set up a stall.
But what's the use if only people in their group have this understanding?
Mr. Lin's reputation in the city has been soaring since last week, and he has even gained some online fame.
Especially the guy who gave up becoming a monk after eating braised pork rolls, he even started a live stream, which kept the show incredibly popular.
Regular customers who couldn't find any information began to suspect that Mr. Lin was trying to avoid the spotlight by not setting up his stall this week.
It's already Thursday.
Da Bao, who hadn't had a big bone for many days, went out to search for Boss Lin in the streets and alleys during the day, and even drooled with cravings at night, making it hard for him to sleep soundly.
As a result, Gao Jiazhi was so bothered that he couldn't sleep well for several days.
Both eyes had dark circles.
"Da Bao, don't cry. We've searched everywhere we can, but we still can't find Boss Lin. We can only rely on fate."
Looking at Da Bao, who was lying on the ground sobbing and crying.
Gao Jiazhi's lips twitched violently twice.
"Waaaaah~~"
Da Bao pretended not to hear, immersing himself in his own world of sadness.
Seeing that his attempts to comfort him were ineffective, Gao Jiazhi helplessly lay down on the sofa and started watching videos.
Then, as he was scrolling through his feed, he came across a missing person notice.
A sudden inspiration struck him; his eyes lit up as he stared at the missing person poster.
Then I opened the customer group and started looking through the photos to see if I could find a picture of Mr. Lin. Then I put up a missing person notice on the local TV station to see if I could find him.
"Da Bao, just wait. Your dad has found a great idea. If we can find Boss Lin, I'll take you out for a big meal."
"Hehe, I'm such a genius!"
Gao Jiazhi excitedly saved the photos and searched online for how to place a missing person notice on TV.
"Does a TV station need a reporter's approval to publish a missing person notice?"
"First, you have to confirm whether the missing person has lost contact or whether the disappearance has lasted for more than 24 hours before you can report the case to the police station. Only after the police confirm that they have accepted the case can you find a reporter to broadcast the missing person notice on TV?"
Gao Jiazhi was dumbfounded when he saw the search results.
Isn't it possible to place a missing person notice simply by paying money?
He doesn't even have Mr. Lin's contact information. Is it feasible for him to report this to the police?
After finally coming up with a solution, Gao Jiazhi hesitated and struggled for a long time, but still couldn't bear to give up and wanted to give it a try.
He took the photos and Da Bao and prepared to go to the police station for advice, and if that didn't work, they would talk to each other again.
Da Bao thought he was going out to find Boss Lin. As soon as he left the neighborhood, he started looking for people with practiced ease.
"Don't run away, I'll take you to a policeman to ask him. If you have any problems, go to the policeman, understand?"
Da Bao was pulled back, and then the two of them went to the nearby police station.
It was Gao Jiazhi's first time in such a respectable place, and he felt a little guilty, but his desire to find Boss Lin took the lead. He showed the police a photo of Lin Zhou feeding dogs.
"Excuse me, officer, I'd like to ask what the procedure is for placing a notice in the newspaper to find someone?"
"Has someone gotten lost?"
Upon hearing Gao Jiazhi's words, the police officer on duty immediately asked him seriously.
“I only have one older brother. We don’t usually keep in touch, but he often goes out to set up a food stall. I haven’t seen him at his stall for many days.”
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