At midnight, you want me to come to the cemetery to sell wontons?
Who does he sell it to?
The surrounding area was densely packed with graves, and there was no light at all.
Lin Zhou had never seen the lights on his stall so bright before.
At least there was light at his stall, which kept him from being too scared.
But I'm still scared!
Lin Zhou got off the tricycle, his legs trembling slightly.
It might be because the wind was too cold.
The slightest rustling of wind or movement around him would make his heart race.
He accepted all the tasks, but this godforsaken place is deserted. How is he supposed to sell a hundred bowls of wontons?
At this moment, Lin Zhou encountered the biggest trouble he had ever faced since he started his stall.
He worked hard all night, making soup, kneading dough, and chopping filling.
It's one thing if we can't sell them and they go to waste, we can just eat them ourselves, but then the mission will fail!
There is no such word as "give up" in Lin Zhou's dictionary.
He sat on his tricycle, not even setting up his stall, and started thinking of ways to help.
First of all, in this place, in the middle of the night, there wasn't a single ghost except for him.
To complete the task, someone needs to come and eat.
Where can we find someone?
Lin Zhou took out his phone, looked at his meager WeChat friends, and realized this wouldn't work.
Then I suddenly thought of those regular diners!
So he started browsing video posts from people in the same city who were looking for him.
I even created a fake account to reply to some netizens who were still awake at this hour and left comments a few minutes ago.
For example, this person nicknamed 'The God of Wealth's Beloved' is clearly one of his customers.
I commented ten minutes ago...
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