"It tastes so good!"
The noodles were tangy and spicy, tender and smooth, yet chewy, with a perfect balance of sour, salty, and spicy flavors, each layer building upon the last, instantly captivating her taste buds.
Both the noodles and the ingredients absorbed a lot of the flavor of the seasonings.
It's flavorful without being overly salty, and the spicy and savory taste is perfectly balanced. The crisp vegetables have a completely different texture from the noodles, but they blend together to create a richer flavor. The overall taste is instantly spicy yet refreshing.
The shredded chicken was cut very finely, and the texture was not dry. The tender taste was completely different from the cold chicken noodles she had eaten before.
Moreover, with one bite, the overall texture of the cold noodles was surprisingly dry, fragrant, and oily.
It doesn't have that wet, soggy feeling you get from eating wet noodles, which is amazing, but it's incredibly delicious.
This was the first time the woman had ever tasted such delicious cold noodles.
The anger I felt when I saw my husband come home from get off work and eat alone outside vanished in an instant.
If there were such delicious cold noodles downstairs from her office, she probably wouldn't be able to resist.
"You're feeding me too slowly, I'll eat by myself."
The woman took the cold noodles directly from her husband and began to eat them in large mouthfuls.
Wang Yanghui kept swallowing, his mouth watering. The smell of spicy and sour food was enough to make his mouth water, and just imagining it made him hungry.
“Let’s go buy another bowl. I was going to bring you one, but you usually diet at night, so I didn’t want to ruin your plans.”
Wang Yanghui silently tried to justify himself, otherwise he wouldn't be able to let go of the fact that he was eating alone.
"We need to hurry. The child is asleep at home and I'm worried about leaving him unattended."
"If you ask me, your company doesn't pay much overtime, so what's the point of working overtime? You might as well go home early and help your kids with their homework. You have no idea how frustrating it is for me to help my kids with their homework at night. I get so angry that I want to hit them. You're the only one who knows how to shirk your responsibilities."
Wang Yanghui looked like he was about to be scolded; he nodded in agreement with everything he was told, but he never mentioned leaving get off work early.
"These cold noodles are delicious, aren't they? The owner only sets up his stall at 10 p.m. If I go home and then come back, what's the point of going back and forth? I might as well work overtime to earn a few dozen yuan in overtime pay and buy you cold noodles after get off work, right?"
The woman thought it made sense; the cold noodles were indeed delicious.
"Is it allowed to set up a stall in Ziyuan Building?"
The woman who followed the boss into the park looked at Lin Zhou, who was setting up a stall at the entrance of the building, with great confusion.
"No way, I heard from my colleagues that this boss has connections and got in through back channels. He probably has some connections, otherwise he would have been kicked out by security guards long ago."
"That's true. I don't see any supermarkets or convenience stores downstairs in your building, so how could there be roadside stalls?"
There were still several people queuing in front of Lin Zhou's stall.
Wang Yanghui first took his wife to wait at his colleague's table while he went to queue up.
"Sister-in-law is here! Come and try some braised food. It goes perfectly with cold noodles and beer."
"No, I drove here, so I can't drink."
"There aren't any drinks here. I'll go outside and buy you some."
"No need, no need, I can eat spicy food. There are drinks in the car, no need to buy any."
With family members present, Ding Su and the others became more reserved in their conversation, mainly focusing on the good relationship between the couple.
“It’s my sister-in-law who cares about Hui Ge. She picks him up after get off work, unlike us who all ride our bikes home by ourselves.”
"No, I've been drinking, so I can only take a taxi home, hehe."
The woman smiled, unsure how to respond, and could only shovel large mouthfuls of cold noodles into her mouth, feeling increasingly satisfied with each bite.
The spiciness even made my bad mood about helping my child with homework at night disappear.
A little while later, Wang Yanghui brought back another bowl of cold noodles. The group sat around the table, ate, and then went home.
He even greeted Lin Zhou warmly as he left.
"Boss, let's go! The cold noodles were super delicious!"
"Oh right, don't forget the cold noodles you promised me, boss."
"See you tomorrow, boss."
Lin Zhouyi smiled and waved goodbye to them.
These days, he watches these customers, who have worked all day, come to the stall with tired bodies, eat cold noodles, and leave as if they have been fully recharged. It really gives him a healing feeling.
He saw the healing power of food in this group of diners.
Food truly is the most cost-effective way to heal.
For example, when under a lot of pressure, some people like to eat something spicy to release their emotions.
Some people like to eat something sweet to relieve their mood.
Or, after a week of work, treat yourself to a nice meal on your day off.
Not everyone has the ability to go on a shopping spree or travel abroad to relax when they're unhappy.
Life must go on, so the only way to find temporary happiness and balance through delicious food is to find a way to heal oneself.
Lin Zhou used to not understand why those diners would go to such great lengths to find him when they couldn't find him, just for the sake of eating.
Don't you get tired of queuing for so long?
Only now does he understand what the food he makes means to those diners.
He realized that he understood the significance of setting up a stall.
When something finds meaning, its core meaning is completely different.
In the past, cooking might have been just for eating, completing tasks, or getting rewards.
Seeing the smiles on the faces of customers as they eat his food, Lin Zhou also feels the meaning of his street stall business.
"Take care on the road, see you tomorrow."
......
After selling the last serving of cold noodles, Lin Zhou packed up his things and prepared to close his stall.
It was already past 11 o'clock.
The building was much quieter than during the day.
Lin Zhou rode the tricycle to his garage, then moved all the used kitchen utensils onto a trolley and returned to the top floor.
"Boss, let me tidy up. It's getting late, you should get some rest."
Da Dong received a message from the front desk saying that the boss had closed up shop and he was waiting at the door.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, she took the trolley from Lin Zhou.
"Let's pack up tomorrow and leave work early."
Perhaps Lin Zhou was also a worker in the past, and didn't have the idea of exploiting his employees as a boss.
His only requirement for his subordinates was to complete the tasks he assigned.
He was very easy to talk to the rest of the time.
Employees aren't stupid; they don't need to be exploited by their bosses. If they happen to have an easy-going leader, they'd be laughing in their sleep.
In order to stay and work under such a good boss, everyone worked even harder.
Only by working hard and sharing the burdens of the boss can the boss remain in power.
Since I'm going to have to work anyway, I should work for a good boss.
So sometimes sincerity can have unexpected effects.
"Don't worry, boss. The staff lounge on the top floor has been cleaned up. I'll go there to rest as soon as I'm done. If you need anything, just give me a call and I'll come right away."
Da Dong has been following Lin Zhou around the most these days, and has almost become Lin Zhou's assistant.
Lin Zhou nodded helplessly.
He still couldn't understand why his employees were always so enthusiastic about their work, even after moving from villas to high-rise buildings.
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