This was a major emergency, and immediately, the group leaders and big fans of various food groups were all called to an emergency meeting.
Online group video conference.
The expressions on everyone's faces turned somber.
"Did one of our own people leak this information, or did a tourist who went up the mountain post it?"
Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent.
"There were so many people at Qinhuang Mountain today, not only diners but also tourists, and so many firefighters carrying people down the mountain. It was hard not to attract attention."
"That's right. I was at work when I saw your call. As soon as I opened Douyin, I saw on Weibo that it was a news story about how many of Mr. Lin's customers went up the mountain to eat the porridge he made, and then they fainted from exhaustion and had to be carried down by firefighters."
"It's impossible to hide it now, but we can still take precautions."
"So you mean?"
In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on the person who had spoken.
Quietly await the next installment.
"We originally thought that Mr. Lin's encore would be steamed buns, but after selling steamed buns for one day, he switched to porridge the next day. So the encore might be different every day."
"According to the order in which Mr. Lin set up his stall, the steamed buns were followed by the porridge, and the porridge was followed by the candied hawthorns. But other possibilities cannot be ruled out. So I suggest that everyone organize manpower to guard all the locations where Mr. Lin has set up his stall starting tomorrow, so that we can avoid missing Mr. Lin."
"One more thing, now that Boss Lin's location has been exposed, there will definitely be diners from other places coming. We'll have to be careful around them then. But don't worry, people from other places aren't familiar with the location. Boss Lin's stall location and hours are also quite peculiar, so they'll have a hard time finding it."
That makes sense!
Everyone present nodded in agreement, and then the task was assigned and carried out according to plan.
Jiangdong's longtime diners are deeply upset about this trending topic.
They painstakingly kept the news of Boss Lin's presence in Jiangdong a secret for so long, but it was exposed on only the second day of this week.
The thought of having to compete with local diners and out-of-town diners for food in the next few days makes them feel terrible.
"I cried, I cried. I haven't even had my seafood porridge yet, and now I've received such terrible news."
"That's right. I was at the foot of the mountain, before I even went up, when I saw the message in the group saying that the seafood porridge was sold out and Boss Lin had already gone down the mountain. I almost cried for a moment."
"Brother, you're the one who's crying. The ones who finally made it to the top of the mountain only to find that the seafood porridge was sold out are the ones who are really crying. They're hugging Boss Lin and crying their eyes out."
"Yes, she was crying so pitifully. I even filmed it and will send it to you guys later."
"My home is near Mr. Lin's fried chicken stand. If Mr. Lin doesn't go to sell candied hawthorns tomorrow night, I'll go to the fried chicken stand and wait there."
"Hehe, I have a feeling that Boss Lin will be selling candied hawthorns tomorrow. I'll go take a look."
Seeing the non-stop messages in the group chat, A-Gui silently watched the screen.
Looking at his chubby belly, he sighed.
Climbing the mountain was really tough on him.
He didn't get to eat seafood porridge today, and he's really looking forward to the next delicious meal, so he should learn more about Boss Lin.
With so many people in the group, and all sorts of ideas flying around, he always gets new inspiration.
After looking around, A-Gui silently made plans for tomorrow.
First, he would go to the Shuihe bus stop at six o'clock in the morning to see if Mr. Lin would sell grilled cold noodles. Speaking of these comebacks, grilled cold noodles were what he looked forward to the most.
Then it was noon.
This is a bit tricky. At lunchtime, there are candied hawthorn stalls near the International Primary School and braised pork roll stalls near Changzhong Temple.
Both are possible, so should he go to an international primary school or Changzhong Temple?
Since we can't determine where Boss Lin will appear, let's go to Changzhong Temple. He prefers braised pork rolls to candied hawthorns.
If none of the three Mr. Lin's stall locations are found, it's probably evening, and the fried chicken stall, hamburger stall, or wonton stall could all be there.
Ah Gui's chubby face had two eyes that darted around, and he was constantly making plans in his mind.
The next morning, as soon as the alarm clock rang, A-Gui jumped out of bed.
Although he was fat, he was surprisingly agile.
After quickly washing up, I rode my electric scooter to the water and bus stop.
It is known that Mr. Lin's grilled cold noodles stall is located at the Shuihe bus stop, and some people have eaten there around 7 a.m.
So A-Gui arrived before seven o'clock.
Then he bumped right into Lin Zhou, who had just set up his stall.
Holy crap!
Lin Zhou had just parked his tricycle when he was startled by A Gui's exclamation of "Holy crap!"
The two looked at each other, both feeling extremely awkward.
Seeing that he had frightened Boss Lin, A-Gui quickly smiled ingratiatingly at Lin Zhou.
Lin Zhou didn't expect to run into his regular customers so soon after setting up his stall.
Seeing that the person had spotted him and was looking around like a thief, Lin Zhou nodded politely and continued to prepare the ingredients for the grilled cold noodles.
Yesterday, Lin Zhou was selling seafood porridge. He got up too early, went to bed early last night, and woke up early this morning. After getting up, he had nothing to do, so he thought of setting up a stall.
A tricycle, a glass cabinet, and an iron plate for frying cold noodles.
The recipe for grilled cold noodles provided by the system is different from that of some grilled cold noodle stalls in Jiangdong.
The noodles were real noodles, made by Lin Zhou kneading the dough early in the morning and pressing it out with a machine.
Each piece is very chewy and springy.
As for side dishes, I prepared a box of onions, scallions, and cilantro.
Ham sausages and enoki mushrooms are also ready.
The sauce was also made fresh by him.
As he laid out each item, Lin Zhou could clearly feel that he was much more skilled than when he first set up a stall.
Ah Gui was now certain that no other diners had come from the vicinity besides himself.
Excitedly, she took small steps and ran towards Lin Zhou, her chubby little belly bouncing as she ran.
"Boss Lin, what a coincidence! You're selling grilled cold noodles today! I love grilled cold noodles, but I have a big appetite, is there a limit on the number you can buy?"
Ah Gui arrived at Lin Zhou's stall and looked at the raw ingredients on the stall with great interest.
As a chef, he truly loves to eat, especially the food made by Boss Lin, which is something people always crave.
Every day he couldn't eat Mr. Lin's food, he tried to replicate it. The more he replicated it, the more he realized how different he was from Mr. Lin, even though they were both chefs.
The taste is incomparable!
Lin Zhou glanced at A Gui.
Judging from his physique, it's probably true that he has a large appetite.
"No one's here now. How many portions do you want? I'll make them for you."
Lin Zhou wasn't sure if any of his regular customers came to his stall selling grilled cold noodles.
Seeing that the diner was chubby and cheerful, I was happy to let him eat his fill.
"Let's have two servings first. If no one comes later, I can eat more."
After Ah Gui finished speaking, he glanced around again to make sure no other diners were coming, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
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(Typing during a Douyin live stream!)
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