"I reckon it'll be about half an hour before it's our turn."
Regular diners have plenty of experience with queuing.
Just by glancing at the number of people in front of you, you can estimate the waiting time based on experience.
"That's alright."
Aunt Ge felt much relieved and continued to wait in line.
She wasn't surprised that there were so many people queuing up at the fried food stall.
She also ate the fried skewers; they tasted really good, something she could never make herself.
If everything outside is this delicious, even if she's stingy, she'd be willing to spend the money.
"My grandson tried these fried skewers once and has been asking for more ever since. We came too late yesterday and couldn't get any."
The regular customers thought to themselves, "If it weren't for Boss Lin sending over more ingredients today, we probably still wouldn't have been able to buy any, given how far down our restaurant is."
As a fan himself, he knew very well how crazy Boss Lin's fans were.
Especially those who don't have to work and have money, they have both money and free time, and often occupy the front positions at Mr. Lin's stall.
Everyone was incredibly competitive in their pursuit of Mr. Lin's delicious food.
"Then your family will have plenty of arguments in the future."
Aunt Ge: ?
Aunt Ge's expression changed, and just as she was about to speak, she heard the old diner say something else.
"The owner who sells fried skewers will only be in one place for a week. Next week he will move to another place to sell other food, so you won't be able to eat them anymore. Your grandson will probably complain every day."
"Huh? Is that so?"
This was the first time Aunt Ge had ever encountered such a way of setting up a stall, and she said she couldn't believe it.
"Really?"
"Why would I lie to you? You'll know once you see Boss Lin here next week."
Aunt Ge paused, feeling a mix of disbelief and a need to believe.
"Then where should we look?"
"Let's see how it goes. Keep an eye on Mr. Lin's news in the same city."
After talking about the old customer, he remembered that Lin Zhou had experience setting up a stall in the next city, so he changed the local to online.
"That's so troublesome."
Aunt Ge is over sixty years old; she wouldn't know how to do these things.
But he also noted down what the old customer said, planning to have his son and daughter-in-law come back in the evening and have them come and prepare it.
......
The second batch of ingredients didn't last long either; it sold out before 11:30 a.m.
We can only apologize to those who were unable to buy any later.
"It's my fault for being late. Boss Lin had the ingredients delivered today, but I still missed it."
This generation of diners knows how to retreat in order to advance.
Look at this pitiful state.
Lin Zhou felt somewhat guilty about it.
But after spending more than three hours browsing and having run out of stock, I decided to pack up and call it a day.
"I set up my stall at eight o'clock, you can come earlier tomorrow."
"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, I'll definitely be there early tomorrow. I just didn't get up early today."
For today's young people, staying up late is acceptable.
If Lin Zhou sets up his stall at 12 o'clock, it's a piece of cake for many people.
However, if the stalls open at eight o'clock, people will have to wait several hours to buy anything, making it necessary to get up early.
Previously, how many people could get up immediately upon hearing an alarm clock when faced with something that goes against their will?
He set his alarm for 6 a.m.
As a result, the alarm went off while I was still half asleep, so I turned it off. I didn't wake up until almost 7:30.
Then, when we arrived at the place and lined up, we didn't really expect to get any. We were just trying our luck and were unwilling to give up. Now, not being able to buy any is just something we expected.
"Hey, finally there aren't so many people in line anymore. Young man, are you packing up to leave?"
The elderly people who had been watching from the entrance of the nursing home saw that the crowd in front of Lin Zhou's stall was gradually dispersing, so they gathered around.
Seeing that all the food in the glass cabinet was gone, he wasn't worried at all; instead, he tried to get closer to the person.
"Yes, Grandma."
Lin Zhou smiled and agreed, then continued packing his things.
"Don't rush to pack up. I'll go to the nursing home kitchen to get some ingredients. Can you cook me a meal?"
Upon hearing the old lady's words, the diners who hadn't left yet broke down in their guard.
Grandma, you have no sense of martial ethics!
"This works?"
The diners looked at Lin Zhou with a bewildered expression, seemingly waiting for his answer.
Lin Zhou was also quite helpless.
It seems that very few of the elderly people in this nursing home have been able to buy it these past few days.
However, when he said he was selling out and closing up shop, he didn't mean he was out of ingredients; he meant he was out of batter and sauce.
"Grandma, I'm out of sauce."
Lin Zhou looked at the eager diners beside him and, with a wry smile, took out the bucket of sauce to show them.
You can say you don't have ingredients, but you have sauces and the like, and you can still have someone deliver ingredients to keep your stall running.
But without the essential sauce for fried skewers, it's truly impossible to continue operating a stall.
"There's nothing we can do about it."
The old lady was very disappointed. She sat at the door, thinking that once the people in line left, they would come and ask if she could provide the ingredients to help with the frying.
Surprisingly, even the dipping sauce was gone.
Why!
They can only smell the aroma but can't taste it; isn't this just tempting these elderly women?
It seems we have no choice but to resort to this last method.
The elderly not only devised plans to secure their spots before the younger generation arrived.
Also, since the stall ran out of ingredients, they have a plan to provide their own ingredients and have the owner fry them for them.
Now that the plan to wait for the fried food stalls to close and bring the ingredients over is no longer feasible, the only remaining plan is to reserve a spot in advance.
After lunch, a group of elderly people sat down in the lounge to discuss things.
"Ask the security guard at the entrance to keep an eye out for people coming to queue. If anyone does, just let them know so we can take our folding beds out and sleep while we queue."
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