As Ding Su looked at these news articles, he was immediately drawn to the braised meat rolls.
If someone who is devoted to Buddhism eats this, they will give up becoming a monk. What kind of taste would that be?
"I heard it's delicious."
Qi Liangping was saddened when he talked about this. He didn't know that Boss Lin had a stall at Changzhong Temple at first. He only found out about the stall after seeing a news article online about a man who gave up becoming a monk for the sake of braised pork rolls.
But there were already a lot of people there by then.
He went for two days in a row, but couldn't get in line.
I can only smell the aroma, and it makes my mouth water.
Even that husky gets to eat free bones, while he can only smell them.
It still makes me incredibly sad to think about it now.
It's fine if you don't know, but if you do know and run over, only to smell the aroma but not be able to eat it, that's truly frustrating.
So when I ran into Mr. Lin selling cold noodles at his stall today, I didn't say anything and just ate my fill first.
"Why is it just hearsay?"
Ding Su asked subconsciously as he flipped through the video.
Then, seeing that Qi Liangping didn't answer, she looked up at him curiously.
Qi Liangping sighed softly, "Because I didn't get to eat either. There were too many people queuing up, so it was impossible to buy any."
"Wow, it's so popular!"
After Ding Su finished his remark, he realized that it was true. If the owner's cold noodles and cold skin noodles were so delicious, the braised meat rolls must be just as good, so it was normal for the restaurant to be so popular.
"Also, why do you say that Boss Lin's stall is set up randomly?"
"Because Mr. Lin sets up his stall too casually, the time and location are not fixed, he changes every week, and he doesn't even set up for several days every week. Sometimes he only has one day off, and sometimes he only has two days off. If you want to eat there, you either have to rely on luck to happen to come across it, or you have to look for people everywhere."
Upon hearing this, Ding Su's eyes widened immediately.
"What? It's this random method?"
The next second, he took out his phone to check the calendar.
It's Friday already, and if we don't count single or double weekends, there are only two days left this week.
According to this calculation, wouldn't he soon be unable to enjoy such delicious cold noodles again?
"No, I have to ask the boss."
Ding Su subconsciously didn't want to believe it.
The late-night cold noodle stall downstairs from his office has recently become his way of relaxing after get off work. With something to look forward to, he is full of passion for both going to work and working overtime, all for the sake of this food.
Now tell him that the stall is limited, who can handle that?
"Boss, are you still setting up your stall tomorrow?"
Lin Zhou nodded in agreement, his hands moving non-stop, and he quickly mixed a portion.
"And the day after tomorrow?"
The day after tomorrow, which is Sunday.
Lin Zhou nodded again.
Ding Su breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "What about next week?"
"I don't know about next week, I haven't made any plans yet."
Seeing that Lin Zhou still gave the same answer, Qi Liangping, who had followed, showed an expression of "I knew it."
Human joys and sorrows are not shared by all, but at this moment, Qi Liangping could completely understand Ding Su's feelings.
"Wow, Mr. Lin, how can I live without your cold noodles!"
Ding Su immediately lay down on Lin Zhou's tricycle and began to cry.
The commotion immediately attracted the attention of the diners nearby.
Everyone immediately gathered around.
"What's wrong?"
"The owner only sets up his stall for one week, and he won't be selling cold noodles here next week. I'm so upset!"
Ding Su spoke while wailing, which gave Lin Zhou a real headache.
The other guests were also taken aback by these words.
What?
Only available for one week?
Where do they go to eat such delicious cold noodles after get off work?
"If the boss doesn't set up his stall here, where else will he set up his stall?"
Lin Zhou, when asked: ......
You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?
The task hasn't been refreshed yet.
"That's Lin's style. He changes his stall location every week. You know what I mean? Asking won't help."
As a long-time customer, Qi Liangping was overjoyed to see these people experiencing the same feelings he had back then.
This is probably the mentality that if I can't have it, no one else should either.
He now even thinks that Mr. Lin's way of setting up a stall is really good.
In this way, a continuous stream of people will experience the same journey that everyone else has gone through.
From meeting Boss Lin and discovering the treasure to losing it.
Treat everyone equally!
Hahaha, Qi Liangping couldn't help but reveal a smile of anticipation for the show.
To others, his appearance suggested that he had suffered too much trauma and was almost going crazy.
......
That day, after learning that Lin Zhou was in Koucheng, Qi Liangping decided not to return to Jiangdong.
His parents also strongly agreed with the plan after eating the cold noodles.
There are only two days left this week. Since we're on holiday, it's fine to spend a couple more days in Koucheng.
The family of three booked a hotel and enjoyed a pleasant Mid-Autumn Festival.
At midnight, Qi Liangping lay on his hotel bed, still unable to calm himself down.
The thought that while Boss Lin's other fans were still looking for someone, he had already enjoyed a delicious bowl of cold noodles, and there was no limit to how much he could eat made him feel incredibly happy.
This subtle, gratifying feeling led him to search online late at night for posts from other people looking for Boss Lin.
Then the most popular video was of Gao Jiazhi crying like a husky.
After all, money was spent.
He was overjoyed, watched the video several times, and then opened the comments section, reading through each comment one by one.
The more I look at it, the happier I feel.
Hehe, the cold noodles are so delicious, it's a pity they can't have any.
He then commented that he saw many fans in the fan groups trying to recruit more people, hoping that more of Mr. Lin's fans would join the groups so that everyone could find Mr. Lin together, because many hands make light work.
What? Fan groups have this function?
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