Ding Su worked overtime until 10 o'clock, and only after seeing Lin Zhou set up his stall did he clock out and come to eat cold noodles.
There were far fewer people than usual tonight, probably because of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Cold noodles and cold rice noodles are convenient to eat whether you're standing, sitting, or squatting. There's no soup or broth, so you don't have to worry about spilling them.
So he occupies a table all by himself, and no one comes to share it with him; he's very lonely.
"Hey bro, from what I overheard you talking to the boss earlier, you two know each other?"
Upon hearing this, Qi Liangping knew that Ding Su was a new fan and didn't know about Boss Lin.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. Boss Lin used to run a stall in Jiangdong, so he was only famous in Jiangdong City.
Although it has been trending online recently, people who don't pay attention to food or street stalls won't see it or won't be interested, so it's normal that they don't know Boss Lin.
"Boss Lin used to have a stall in Jiangdong City. We have many fans of Boss Lin in Jiangdong. I didn't expect Boss Lin to change cities to set up a stall this week."
"You can search for Boss Lin online, or find out about his random stall."
Ding Su was very interested and immediately took out his phone to search. Unexpectedly, quite a lot of news came up.
There were news reports about braised pork roll stalls and monks queuing up to buy braised pork rolls at Changzhong Temple.
"There really is! Wow, no wonder the cold noodles the owner makes are so delicious, turns out he's a celebrity!"
Ding Su was thoroughly engrossed in reading these gossip news articles.
"Hey, someone actually gave up becoming a monk for braised pork rolls! What do those braised pork rolls taste like? Are they as good as the cold noodles the owner makes?"
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