Meeting his father's puzzled look, Zhang Mingyuan explained, "I just think the name Lin Zhou suits him very well."
If he changed locations every day to set up his stall, wouldn't he be called Lin Tian?
"You have no manners. Lin Zhou is your father's good friend. You should call him Uncle when you meet him."
Zhang Mingyuan: ......
A smile doesn't disappear, it just moves on.
Zhang Mingyuan solemnly finished the last mouthful of porridge and said he was going to work.
"What's the rush? I haven't even asked you how your blind date went yet."
Zhang Jianjun rolled his eyes at Zhang Mingyuan, clearly annoyed.
You're such a grown man, why aren't you in a hurry to find a girlfriend?
Which of the older men in my social circle doesn't have grandchildren? Some of their grandchildren are already in elementary school, and they pick them up and drop them off every day. They're living a vibrant and fulfilling retirement.
Unlike him, who can only climb mountains, play chess, and drink tea.
If you go fishing with old friends, the conversation will inevitably turn to their grandchildren and so on, and you'll also casually ask if their son is married yet.
This stark contrast made Zhang Jianjun even reluctant to see his old friends anymore.
Fortunately, I met Lin Zhou and found a young friend, otherwise life would be even more boring.
"It's alright, it depends on the woman's reaction."
Zhang Mingyuan gave a vague answer and then left.
Zhang Jianjun, an elderly man living alone, was left behind.
Slowly sipping his congee, Zhang Jianjun marveled at its deliciousness. He thought that if he ate it with the steamed buns from last week, it would be an absolutely wonderful breakfast.
This cooking is much better than what my family cooks.
Fortunately, I didn't have much of an appetite this morning and didn't eat much, so I can still eat a bowl of porridge now.
The thought that the porridge his son brought back from hiking today might not be available tomorrow made him anxious.
Once you've tasted something better, who would want to go back to something not so good?
Since he climbs mountains every day anyway, why don't we go to bed early tonight and climb Qinhuang Mountain tomorrow morning?
Although I couldn't set off with Lin Zhou at four in the morning.
But getting up at six o'clock and going up the mountain for a bowl of porridge is still no problem.
The more I think about it, the more excited I become.
Zhang Jianjun made that decision.
I'm planning to give Lin Zhou a surprise tomorrow morning.
......
On the other side, at 8 PM.
At Huaguoshan Park, there is still a group of people waiting for Lin Zhou to set up his stall.
Instead of Lin Zhou's steamed bun stall, they saw a barbecue stall that had switched to selling steamed buns.
The owner of the fried food stall next to them looked at the couple running the barbecue stall in surprise.
Goodness, they've taken over the steamed bun stall since it closed down.
I just don't know if these steamed buns are as good as the ones from the steamed bun stall I used to buy.
Having not eaten steamed buns for two days, the owner of the fried skewers stall was also craving some. He looked longingly at the barbecue stall, planning to buy two to try later.
Those diners who waited in the square for three consecutive days were all loyal fans of Lin Zhou's stall.
If you buy steamed buns every day, you can't possibly not recognize the owner of the steamed bun shop.
At first glance, everyone was pleasantly surprised to see the steamed bun stall with its own steamer basket.
I thought Lin Zhou was setting up his stall today.
At second glance, aren't these the couple who run the barbecue stall next door?
Did they switch careers and start selling steamed buns?
But it wouldn't be appropriate to shoo away a group of people who have already run over to the familiar steamer and are now gathered in front of the stall.
The diners running ahead met the surprised looks of the barbecue stall owners and gave an awkward smile.
"Are you here to buy steamed buns? We have fresh big meat buns, vegetable and mushroom buns, pickled mustard green buns, and red bean buns. They're all made with vegetables I bought at the market this morning. They smell amazing."
The proprietress started enthusiastically greeting the customers even before her car had come to a complete stop.
Now everyone felt too embarrassed to leave.
Since they're all steamed buns, maybe the steamed buns sold by the barbecue stall owner are delicious too.
These sound like freshly made handmade buns.
"Then give me two big meat buns and two pickled mustard green buns."
One of the diners standing at the front said that after ordering, he asked how much it cost.
"A large meat bun is three yuan, and a pickled mustard green bun is two yuan."
Upon hearing the price, diners' first reaction wasn't that it was so cheap, but rather that since it was so much cheaper than the previous steamed bun stall, would the taste be greatly compromised?
But it was already eight o'clock, and Lin Zhou still hadn't come to set up his stall.
Everyone knows that the steamed bun stall is probably not open today.
Everyone was craving steamed buns after not having them for several days.
Seeing the barbecue stall owner selling steamed buns, I thought I'd eat something alternative, or even some other kind of steamed bun.
Soon, the diners who had been waiting for quite some time smelled the aroma of the steamed buns and lined up.
When the barbecue stall owner saw so many people queuing up for steamed buns, his expression wasn't one of happiness, but rather of guilt.
He was the first to taste the steamed buns his wife made.
It's not that it's terrible, it's just average for a typical steamed bun shop.
But compared to the steamed buns made by Lin Zhou, the taste was far inferior.
If he hadn't tried Lin Zhou's steamed buns, he might have praised them as delicious.
But he ate it!
I just can't bring myself to say it's delicious.
And that's how it was for the group of diners at Flower Fruit Mountain.
Don't be fooled by how enthusiastically everyone is queuing up to buy steamed buns.
Once you taste it, the difference becomes apparent, and who knows what will happen next.
The proprietress was completely unaware of her husband's concerns.
Seeing so many customers queuing up, his face was beaming with joy.
Her intuition was right; she was sure she could make money selling steamed buns now.
Many people know that there was a delicious steamed bun stall at the entrance of Huaguo Mountain. Now that the original steamed bun stall is no longer there, they have taken over. Isn't that great!
If they come back from their old steamed bun stall, they can just sell barbecue instead.
It's no big deal!
If we can make a quick buck, we should.
It must be said that the proprietress does have a good head for business.
Looking at the number of people queuing in front of her stall, she felt it was far fewer than the number of people queuing for the steamed bun stall before.
I immediately got excited, feeling a sense of accomplishment as if my loud voice had finally found a purpose.
"Selling steamed buns! Fragrant meat buns, pickled mustard green buns, vegetable buns, red bean buns, you name it, they have it all, freshly made and steamed."
She didn't even need a megaphone; she just shouted at the top of her lungs from a distance, not far from her stall.
That shout actually attracted a few diners.
Even the elderly women dancing in the park heard it.
That voice is powerful enough to rival music; it's truly a great voice.
"Can you hear the sound of someone selling steamed buns?"
Wang Chuanjuan stopped waving her arms, stood still, and listened attentively.
The next second, another shout of selling steamed buns came from the air.
"Stop! Stop! Steamed buns! Steamed buns for sale!"
After confirming that she hadn't stopped at the wrong place, Wang Chuanjuan excitedly grabbed her bag and headed straight for the intersection ahead.
My goodness! I waited two days for the steamed bun stall to open, and today they went back to square dancing. I never expected the steamed bun stall to open today!
Upon hearing Wang Chuanjuan's words, the other women also stopped dancing, some grabbing their bags and others retreating.
She took off running towards the intersection, her running style resembling that of middle-aged women grabbing eggs, leaving passersby stunned.
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