After Lin Zhou set up his stall for a few days, people working late into the night in the Ziyuan Building all knew that there would be a cold noodle stall downstairs at 10 p.m.
But this only applies to people coming out of the main gate.
Those who take the elevator directly to the underground parking garage and drive away don't get this treat, and nobody tells them.
The people who first discovered this hidden gem of a late-night stall used it as a place to relieve stress after working overtime, and naturally didn't want too many people to know about it and disturb their relaxation.
Meanwhile, a middle-aged man who also set up a stall selling fried skewers at the intersection of the commercial street opposite the Ziyuan Building late at night saw Lin Zhou setting up a stall inside the Ziyuan Building and doing a good job, and he was very tempted.
I've never heard of setting up a stall downstairs at Ziyuan Building.
The middle-aged man has been following Lin Zhou for several days.
Seeing him setting up his stall right on time today, I couldn't resist coming over to ask him something.
Then, unsurprisingly, they were stopped at the main gate by the security personnel on duty.
"Sir, you can't set up a stall here."
The middle-aged man didn't believe a word of this and stared intently at Lin Zhou, who was setting up a stall inside.
"Why is that cold noodle stall allowed? Do I have to pay a stall fee?"
Generally, if a stall is set up in a fixed location, a stall fee will definitely be charged.
Therefore, many roadside stalls and small businesses do not appear in fixed locations.
“That’s our boss. He can set up a stall on my head, let alone downstairs.”
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression became extremely absurd.
Look at the young people setting up stalls inside, then look at the security guard at the entrance.
With disbelief on his face, he tried to find any trace of lying in the security guard's expression, but when he met the guard's serious gaze, he fell silent.
The security guard had no reason to lie to him, right?
As far as he knew, street vending was not allowed inside such high-end office buildings.
I never expected such a big boss to have this hobby.
The middle-aged man returned to the intersection where he had previously set up his stall, his face expressionless, the security guard's words still echoing in his mind.
Wow, I never thought that setting up a stall would expose me to the world's wealth gap.
I don't understand rich people.
If he had money, why would he need to set up a food stall? He would be enjoying life long ago.
......
Lin Zhou didn't notice the commotion at the gate, busy mixing the cold noodles.
The diners gathered around him, chatting animatedly.
Some people who brought their own beer and braised food arrived early and occupied the only two tables. A bite of sour and spicy shredded chicken cold noodles, followed by a sip of ice-cold beer, couldn't be more refreshing.
This relaxed and carefree attitude is also influencing those around him.
Those who arrive late and find no seats have to eat on the steps.
Holding a bowl of cold noodles in your hands, you have to eat it in big mouthfuls to feel truly satisfied.
Some people are not good at handling spicy food, so they prefer mild or medium spice.
Then I saw some people say that eating super spicy food is the only way to feel good and relieve stress, so I followed suit and bought ice-cold beer and ate super spicy cold noodles.
A bowl of extremely spicy cold noodles, coated in rich red oil, has an irresistible aroma of chili peppers. Some people even sneeze from the spiciness before they've even taken a bite.
Then, after a bite of cold noodles, the spiciness didn't hit you immediately.
Instead, the flavors of the ingredients take precedence. The smooth noodles are fragrant and chewy, and the crisp cucumber strips, bean sprouts, and kelp strips are inseparable from the cold noodles, making for a very rich taste and texture.
Then the spiciness starts to creep in belatedly, but by then you've already tasted the cold noodles. It's so delicious you can't stop eating it, even though it's spicy, the freshness and aroma of the ingredients are just as rich.
This bite is truly an unparalleled delicacy on a summer night.
"I feel that putting sesame paste in cold noodles is weird; it's not refreshing at all."
Diners who prefer the pure spicy and vinegar flavor without sesame paste looked on with confusion as they watched those who added sesame paste.
"What do you know? What we want is that sticky texture with sesame paste. Red chili oil with sesame paste, it's so fragrant."
"Add more!"
"Boss, this sesame paste smells amazing, it's perfect for coating noodles."
Those who added sesame paste felt that the taste wasn't rich enough and almost forced them to try it.
Neither side would back down, when suddenly a furious roar came from the main gate: "Wang Yanghui!"
The bald man holding the cold noodles shuddered reflexively upon hearing the voice.
His colleagues looked at him, then at the woman standing at the entrance.
It's obvious without even guessing that his wife came looking for him.
"Um, why don't you go take a look first?"
Ding Su patted the stunned Wang Yanghui, telling him to go and check on him quickly, otherwise he could imagine how serious the consequences would be.
"Well, you guys eat, my wife's here to pick me up, I'm going home now."
Wang Yanghui grabbed his briefcase in one hand and a half-eaten bowl of cold noodles in the other, and ran off.
His guilty look amused his colleagues.
"Wang Yanghui delivers goods, and his family is very strict, yet he still dares to stay up late every night to work and eat cold noodles. Guess whether he'll be kneeling on a washboard or a keyboard when he gets home tonight."
"I guess it's durian."
"Hahaha, a coward with big guts."
"Speaking of which, Ding Su is the most free. He's not married and has no partner. He's single and doesn't care what time he gets off work, whether he's working overtime or out having fun."
Ding Su, who was mentioned, shook his head in disagreement.
"You envy my freedom as a single person, but I envy your wives, kids, and warm homes."
"Each has its own advantages; you only know them after experiencing them yourself."
Another colleague took a sip of beer with a somber expression, slowly eating cold noodles, looking very tired.
"Brother Jun, are you having a rough time lately? Even such delicious cold noodles don't suit your taste?"
The man called Brother Jun is over forty years old and is a veteran employee of the company.
He also works overtime with young people every night to earn overtime pay. His exhaustion is obvious, and people can't help but advise him to take care of his health and rest when he needs to.
"Cold noodles are delicious, of course. This is the only relaxing moment of my day."
"I didn't want him to finish eating too quickly."
The conversation didn't stop after Wang Yanghui left; they quickly resumed talking.
As Wang Yanghui happily strolled out of the park with his cold noodles in his hand, his wife immediately pinched his waist hard.
"Didn't you say you were working overtime? What are you doing? A group of people drinking and having late-night snacks together? You're living a pretty good life, leaving me at home alone with the kids."
Wang Yanghui was wincing in pain, but he pretended to be calm on the outside.
"I was really working overtime. This cold noodle stall only opens at 10 p.m., okay? I was hungry after get off work, so I bought a serving."
"This cold noodle dish is so delicious, honey, you should try it. If you like it, I'll go buy you another serving."
Wang Yanghui was about to feed the cold noodles to his wife.
"It's really delicious, you'll know once you try it."
The cold noodles served in front of her had a rich, tangy, spicy aroma that immediately caught the woman's eye.
Before she could even finish her grumbling complaints, he started bribing her right off the bat. How was she supposed to explain the rest of her story?
"Hmph, I'd like to see what this cold noodle dish tastes like!"
After saying that, he took a bite and immediately fell silent.
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