"Haha, Boss Lin is here."
"Oh my god, Mr. Lin actually set up a stall in front of the nursing home this week!"
"Fried skewers, fried skewers, my favorite! Oh right, look at the time, eight o'clock. Boss Lin sets up his stall at eight o'clock this week!"
"Pass this down quickly, Mr. Lin will be setting up his stall at 8 a.m. this week!"
"Boss Lin, it feels like three autumns have passed since we last saw you! It's already Wednesday, we've missed you so much!"
Lin Zhou, who had just arrived at the entrance of the nursing home: ......
No, he was puzzled as to why these regular customers could always find him!
"You guys arrived quite early."
Lin Zhou parked the tricycle in an open space, glanced at the countdown timer for the task, and set up his stall as usual.
This unexpected surprise completely disrupted his plans to slack off.
"If someone isn't proactive about cooking, there's something wrong with their thinking; they're bound to arrive early."
"Hehe, I'm just waiting for you before going to work. If you don't come by 8:30, I'll have to leave, or I'll be late."
"Boss Lin, hurry up, I'm in a rush to get to work too."
Lin Zhou watched as these people formed a team in just a few seconds and wanted to praise them for their excellent training.
That's really fast!
He had just parked his tricycle!
Then the elderly people who had just arrived at the entrance to join the fun looked at the long line in front of the nursing home and were a little confused.
"What's going on? Are we lining up to get eggs?"
"I haven't received any notification. Where are the eggs being distributed?"
"Oh dear, there's a line. I'll go to the back and join the queue."
"Who's going to go ahead and see what we're getting?"
The elderly people were very quick, and they quickly moved to the back of the line to start queuing.
The diners at the back of the line were shocked to see the elderly couple arriving in groups.
Has an elderly fanbase already formed among Mr. Lin's followers?
Oh, right. This week, I set up a stall outside the nursing home. Maybe the elderly will try the food and become fans of Mr. Lin.
"Young man, what are you lining up for?"
Regular customer: ? ? ?
This person is definitely not a fan of Boss Lin!
"We're queuing up to buy fried skewers."
Adhering to the principle of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, the elderly diner obediently answered.
The elderly folks: !!!
Is it the fried skewers they ate yesterday?
"You guys are eating fried skewers so early in the morning?"
"Sigh, whatever Boss Lin makes, we'll eat it."
It's already a blessing that they can eat at all; they have no right to be picky.
The elderly people didn't understand, but once they realized it wasn't for eggs, they stopped queuing.
They had just eaten breakfast and couldn't eat fried skewers, so they decided to wait until noon when these people left before buying them.
What do you want?
After Lin Zhou took out all the ingredients, he lit the fire and let the diners order.
The diners had been waiting for quite some time, and looking at the various ingredients in the glass display case, they wished they could have two skewers of each, but knowing that there would definitely be a purchase limit, they chose about ten skewers of their favorites.
Lin Zhou served each guest one iron tray.
While frying, keep an eye on the next person.
"Hey, so many fried skewers, Mr. Lin. I see some of these skewers are different from other fried skewer stalls. Did you make them yourself?"
"Yes, all the ingredients are fresh ones bought from the market this morning."
As regular customers, everyone has great confidence in the ingredients at Lin Zhou's stall.
That freshness is visible to the naked eye and can be tasted.
Mr. Lin is sincere and doesn't cheat his customers, and his customers will never let him down.
Whenever there's news about Boss Lin, the whole team mobilizes, even taking time off work to come and eat.
The man in the middle of the line, seeing that it was almost nine o'clock and it still wasn't his turn, gritted his teeth and called his boss.
"Hello? Manager, I'm stuck in traffic here and might be a little late. I'm sorry I can't make it to the morning meeting, there's just no way around it, the traffic is too bad!"
The manager on the other end of the phone frowned but didn't say anything: "Next time there's a traffic jam, leave earlier."
"I know, I know, don't worry, manager."
After exchanging greetings, the man breathed a sigh of relief, now he could queue up without worry.
He'd already waited so long; if he left without buying anything, he'd be losing out terribly.
The fried skewers made by Boss Lin are right in front of me! The aroma is so delicious, who can resist?
"Damn, it's almost nine o'clock, I need to call in sick too."
Upon hearing the man calling to ask for leave, a diner opened his phone, saw the time, and immediately made a call as well.
During the morning rush hour, the best excuse to take leave is traffic jam.
The company isn't that strict; they won't even allow you to arrive a little late.
Soon, those at the front were already eating their fried skewers.
The diners behind were still watching longingly.
Lin Zhou was also very troubled as he watched the number of skewers dwindle.
There was no one around all morning yesterday, so he had plenty of time to cook skewers.
He hadn't even set up his stall yet when customers started waiting, so he hadn't had a chance to skewer the food; he didn't have much stock left.
"Please wait a moment."
The cabbage and oyster mushrooms are all gone.
Lin Zhou took a moment to move the refrigerated box out of the car; there were still some unskewered ingredients inside.
When the diners waiting for the fried skewers saw that Lin Zhou still had time to make skewers, they immediately took over the business.
"Boss Lin, you just make the fried skewers, but don't burn them. I'll skewer them; I know how."
"Yes, yes, I can make skewers too. You just focus on making fried skewers."
The diners were getting impatient watching Lin Zhou fry skewers while simultaneously skewering ingredients.
"That's right, it doesn't matter if you don't wear them, as long as they're fried until they're cooked through. Mr. Lin, just fry them directly for me, don't waste the bamboo skewers."
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