Mr. Lin's steamed bun stall has done a good job of keeping his business secret from his customers.
In addition, Lin Zhou had guests and wasn't worried about whether he could complete the task, so he didn't try to lure diners online.
So not many people know that Lin Zhou set up a stall in Taoshan this week.
At the very least, Ma Ming, who gave up becoming a monk for braised pork rolls, didn't know.
As the hype died down, Ma Ming's live stream no longer attracted tens of thousands of viewers, but each live stream still drew thousands of viewers.
People quite like his live-streaming style, which reflects his love for Buddhism and his detached, desireless approach to life.
This is a kind of alternative chat live streaming room.
He also fulfilled his wish to earn money to support himself at home without having to go out to work.
After his parents confirmed that he had no intention of becoming a monk, they felt that making money through live streaming was not a proper job. Since he didn't want to go out to work, they suggested that he take the civil service exam or something.
Ma Ming's mood, which had just started to improve, began to sour again.
Furthermore, after Lin Zhou stopped selling braised pork rolls at Changzhong Temple, he couldn't enjoy the delicious braised pork rolls anymore, and his days became incredibly dull.
"It's getting late, it's past 12 o'clock, I have to end the broadcast now, everyone should get some rest too."
Ma Ming sighed softly and prepared to end the broadcast.
The fans in the live stream noticed that Ma Ming had been in a low mood lately, and that he was spending more time tapping the wooden fish. They wondered if he was thinking of becoming a monk again because he couldn't get Boss Lin's braised pork rolls.
"Hey streamer, are you thinking of becoming a monk again? Judging from your streams these past few days, you seem like you're about to become a monk at any moment."
"That's right. Before, he was all smiles and would ask for gifts when we chatted, but lately he's become indifferent."
"Sigh, I'm getting depressed because I can't eat Mr. Lin's delicious food. I dream about Mr. Lin every day, but I just can't find him."
"That's right, Mr. Lin's stall is so mysterious, you can't even bump into him."
The parents next door, who had been secretly watching their son's live stream on their phones, were quite frightened by these remarks.
It seems that's true; my son has been eating less lately and only eats vegetarian food.
He usually doesn't talk much at home, just stays in his room and broadcasts his Buddhist rituals live.
They received no response when they spoke.
"Old Ma, do you think it's true what netizens are saying, that his son wants to become a monk again because he can't get braised pork rolls?"
Ma's mother nudged her husband beside her and asked with a worried look.
"Just in case, I'll take a day off tomorrow to go and see if I can buy it."
Mr. Ma also had some doubts.
As long as their son doesn't become a monk, finds a good job, gets married, and has a child, then they, as parents, have nothing more to ask for in this life.
They only have one son. If he really becomes a monk, the Ma family line will end.
How is he going to explain this to his father when he gets down there?
Old Ma was extremely worried.
Now, as long as his son doesn't leave home, he'll find a way to bring back anything, not just braised pork rolls, but all sorts of delicacies.
"Okay, then let's say that."
“That child, why is he so disobedient? He said he wouldn’t go out to work, and we agreed. If he has nothing to do at home, he could take the civil service exam. But he insists on praying to Buddha all day long and doing some kind of live streaming.”
Looking at the message "Live stream has ended" on her phone screen, Ma's mother couldn't help but complain.
"It makes it sound like we, as parents, would harm him."
"It's normal for kids to have their own ideas as they grow up. Don't interfere too much, or you'll just end up arguing."
Mr. Ma didn't think there was anything wrong with live streaming; he watched live streams regularly and found they were quite lucrative.
"Yes, yes, you're a good person. Go to sleep."
After staying up all this time, Ma's mother was so tired that she turned off her phone, turned her back, and was about to go to sleep.
Old Ma sighed helplessly, realizing he was getting nowhere from both sides.
The next day, early in the morning, Lao Ma arrived outside Changzhong Temple and inquired about braised meat rolls from the vendors who also had stalls on the street.
The vendors in this area have been getting asked about their stalls every day since Lin Zhou stopped setting up his stall. It's driving them crazy.
"The braised pork roll stall has moved to a different location and hasn't been here for two weeks."
The vendor explained with a helpless expression.
He's said that sentence countless times.
Old Ma sensed the vendor's impatience, so he first offered him a cigarette, then bought some things from the stall, and only then did the vendor become more enthusiastic.
Without Lao Ma even asking, they explained everything in detail.
"Recently, a lot of people have been coming to this street looking for braised pork rolls. I heard that this owner is quite famous in the city. You can find him online."
"I heard that they change locations every week, so you definitely won't find them here. You'll have to look elsewhere."
Old Ma smiled and thanked him.
I never expected finding a braised meat roll stall to be so troublesome.
Why!
After returning home with the news, Old Ma looked at his still-sleepy son and searched for news about Boss Lin online by himself.
I searched through the posts one by one, by date.
I searched until my eyes were sore before I finally found some recent news.
Some netizens said that Mr. Lin sets up a stall in Koucheng. They went to the Ziyuan Building in Koucheng last week, but they couldn't find Mr. Lin in the city. It is very likely that he is still setting up a stall in Koucheng.
Then some netizens said that Boss Lin set up a stall in Taoshan this week, etc.
He wrote down the useful information, intending to show it to his son when he woke up. Since he was just idling at home anyway, he might as well go out and find Boss Lin. If he had something to do, he wouldn't think about becoming a monk.
......
After waking up from his afternoon nap, Lin Zhou lay lazily on the sofa, too lazy to move.
This week's reversed sleep schedule has left him waking up in the afternoon every day. Even after sleeping for eight hours, he still feels listless.
"Aren't you going fishing today, sir?"
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