"Ten skewers aren't enough! Take my advice, twenty skewers each!"
The old customer waved his hand, and his words were met with immediate and enthusiastic response.
The surrounding diners were all cheering, making the atmosphere at the scene incredibly lively.
But when faced with Boss Lin's quiet gaze, they all immediately cowered.
"Hehe, just kidding, Boss Lin~"
"Give me a skewer of chicken wings, pork tenderloin, starch sausage, rice cake, black stinky tofu, cabbage, lotus root sandwich, eggplant fritters, stuffed green peppers, and quail eggs."
After ordering, the customer looked at the fried skewers that hadn't been ordered yet and drooled with regret.
"Brother, you really know how to eat. You've ordered dishes that require some skill to prepare."
The guy squatting next to Lin Zhou, helping him with the skewers, gave him an approving look.
She knows how to order food.
Half of what we ordered was made by Mr. Lin himself.
"Absolutely!"
Diners happily joined the ranks of skewer lovers.
Once you've ordered your food, you just have to wait for it to be fried.
While waiting, I helped Mr. Lin make some skewers, saving him time.
"Here, give me a pair of disposable gloves."
Four or five people, each holding a food container of vegetables, were having a really great time skewering them.
Once their fried skewers are packed up, the next customer will take over.
The diners, eager for their food, gave Lin Zhou absolutely no time to slack off.
They wished they could take on all the odd jobs.
I was afraid of delaying their time to eat fried skewers.
"Wow, these chicken wings are so tender!"
After marinating, the chicken wings are simply thrown into the oil and fried until golden and crispy. After brushing on the sauce, they are ready to eat immediately. The outer shell is still crispy, while the inside is tender and juicy. One bite is hot and fragrant, and it's so delicious that you can't help but enjoy it.
Fresh chicken wings, marinated to perfection, have no unpleasant smell after frying, and are tender and delicious, bringing back memories of a fried chicken stand.
But the taste of fried chicken wings is completely different from that of fried chicken.
Each has its own unique flavor, but the only thing they have in common is that they are all delicious.
"Boss Lin, don't you have fried chicken drumsticks? The big kind that's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside?"
"No, I'll prepare some tomorrow, but if I want them to be fully fried, they'll probably only have a crispy, caramelized texture. They might not be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, because the chicken drumsticks are too big. Unless they're chicken wing tips."
As soon as the diner mentioned it, Lin Zhou could already picture it in his mind.
Just a casual description is enough to make diners' mouths water.
"Oh my god, Mr. Lin, I love everything you make! Whether it's a big chicken leg or a chicken wing, as long as it's meat, I love it!"
When the diners behind saw that they could still order food, they immediately crowded around.
"Boss Lin, may I have some balut (fertilized duck egg)?"
Spicy balut~
Lin Zhou: "Hmm?"
This magical tone immediately caught Lin Zhou's attention.
"What? Spicy balut?"
"Yes, that's the right way to say it."
Lin Zhou: ......
"I'll check the market tomorrow to see if they have any."
"Mr. Lin, may I have some fried century eggs?"
Seeing that Lin Zhou was easy to talk to, another head popped up behind him.
Lin Zhou: ......
This year's diners have quite unique tastes.
"Stop talking nonsense, Mr. Lin has stopped what he was doing just listening to you."
Lin Zhou: ......
These words left Lin Zhou speechless, choked with embarrassment.
Good heavens, who can outeat you guys!
......
When Song Chang woke up, she saw a message her mother had sent her at six in the morning.
Tell her to get up and come to the nursing home for some fried skewers as soon as possible.
There are too many people in line, I'm afraid she won't be able to get any.
Eating fried skewers has become such a big fuss, it's filled with a sense of urgency.
This sparked Song Chang's strong interest in the fried food stalls outside the nursing home.
I immediately got up, washed up, changed my clothes, dressed up, and went out looking my best.
Before we even reached the nursing home, we found there was a traffic jam at the intersection!
No, it's not just a traffic jam, it's a people jam.
The intersection was blocked by people queuing up.
She couldn't even drive her car in.
I was thinking of finding a parking space on the side of the road, but I drove around the same road twice and still couldn't find one.
Helpless, Song Chang sent a message to her mother.
"Mom, I'm stuck at the intersection and can't get in. Is there anywhere else I can park?"
Hu Yunhui had already bought the fried skewers and was waiting for her daughter at the entrance of the nursing home.
Seeing that her daughter couldn't get in, she took some fried skewers and went to find her.
Old Li and Old Wang, who had been fawning over Hu Yunhui, exchanged glares after she left and then turned and walked away.
This shows how much the two disliked each other.
Rivals are bound to be jealous of each other, especially when they live in the same nursing home.
"Hey, Lao Wang, don't rush off. If Xiao Hu isn't eating, I will. I couldn't buy any fried skewers today, so can you share some with me to try?"
The old men who hadn't bought any yet gathered around when they saw this.
Hu Yunhui bought fried skewers, which wasn't anything special to her, but it was something they really wanted!
"Go away, go away, this was bought for my Hui-mei, what are you doing here?"
"They don't want it, so what's wrong with me eating a little? It's for your own good. You have high blood pressure, so you should eat less fried food."
Old Wang was so angry at this shameless old man that he rolled his eyes.
Then, clutching the fried skewers, he simply slipped away.
"Hey, don't go! Wait for me!"
......
On the other side, less than two hours later, Lin Zhou noticed that there wasn't enough food to sell, so he took a moment to call Butler Sun.
"Hey, Uncle Sun, I'm running low on ingredients. Could you and the aunties prepare some and send them over? I'll send you the address via WeChat."
Two hours haven't even passed yet, and there's only half the ingredients left. We need to sell more today, otherwise the time spent spreading it out later will be even longer.
Lin Zhou then prepared to have Steward Sun send over some more ingredients.
The diners queuing behind were worried that they would run out of food when it was their turn, but then they saw Mr. Lin making a phone call to have ingredients delivered.
The surprise came so suddenly that even these regular diners could hardly believe it.
"No, Mr. Lin, don't spoil me too much. Before, when we ran out of ingredients, you would just close up shop, and I missed out on food many times. But this week you actually had ingredients delivered. Something's not right!"
"I feel like Changzhong Temple is so effective! My wish was to know where Boss Lin's stall is every week, and it's come true for two weeks in a row! I'm going to give thanks tomorrow, sob sob, I'm so touched I'm crying!"
"Really? Mr. Lin, you sent some ingredients over?"
"I'm so touched, so incredibly touched, Mr. Lin, you're like a god to me!"
"Hehe, keep queuing, keep queuing! Boss Lin's ingredients are on their way, so there's no worry about not having enough to eat!"
"......"
The diners in front heard Lin Zhou making the phone call.
When the news reached the ears of the other diners, they simply couldn't believe it.
If they weren't afraid that someone would take their spot after they'd been queuing for so long, they would have definitely gone to the stall to ask Boss Lin if it was genuine.
It's really hard to believe.
Mr. Lin's previous street vending business was never like this!
......
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