Mr. Yang understood the implication in the customer's words.
No wonder there were so many more customers all of a sudden; they came from other cities.
I asked more than a dozen diners, but not one of them was willing to resell the roast duck.
Mr. Yang could only watch helplessly as the first batch of roast ducks came out of the oven, and was quickly devoured by the twenty people in front of him.
Their laughter and chatter made Mr. Yang's situation seem all the more desolate.
Customers with more than twenty people in their party will have to wait for the next batch.
The diners in line were quite envious of this week's customers, having just overheard the farmhouse owner mention 40 roast ducks.
They've never encountered a time like this where there are no purchase limits and you can just ask to buy dozens of roast ducks.
"Be content, boss. You can still buy dozens more. We just arrived today and there's a purchase limit. You're lucky enough to meet Boss Lin and be able to buy roast duck without any purchase limit, so you can eat your fill."
"That's right. Before, everything we bought was subject to purchase limits. There was a limit of one bowl of wontons per person, and later on, only one braised meat roll per person. The same went for the hamburgers. Not only were there purchase limits, but the quantities were also small, so not many people got to eat them. You guys are so lucky this week."
This praise also included Ding Chao, who was in the crowd.
Just imagine how delicious the roast duck is, with no one competing with them, and the days when they can eat as much as they want as long as they have money—it certainly seems enviable.
As Ding Chao waited in line, he began to envy himself from a few days ago. How could he have been so arrogant just because Boss Lin had set up a stall in front of his farm? He should have bought more roast ducks to stock up.
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