The food blogger obviously knows Lin Zhou.
When Mr. Lin became popular, which food blogger on the internet didn't want to find him, so they could enjoy the food while also filming content? The popularity was truly explosive.
But why has no one been able to take over? Because no one can find Boss Lin's position.
Faced with fans' urging for news about Boss Lin's food, the official response from various bloggers is that they can't catch Boss Lin.
Whether he genuinely had never eaten it before or what, I don't know.
Anyway, he never managed to find Boss Lin.
With Baihe currently generating buzz and Boss Lin following behind, he can't imagine how many views his video will get.
An excited heart, trembling hands.
His hand holding the camera was a little unsteady.
Food is important, but his work is certainly important too.
So, after taking a couple of deep breaths, the young man took out his camera and recorded some footage of the queue.
Whether it gets sent or not is one thing, whether it gets recorded or not is another.
The queue was long, but the overall movement was still quite fast.
Lin Zhou can cook a bowl of noodles in an average of two to three minutes.
Compared to a whole sheep or half a cow, there was hardly any vermicelli left after selling two hundred bowls.
There's still plenty of meat.
After all, not everyone has the money to take a family photo.
But the bowl of noodles only cost ten yuan, so the noodles were consumed first.
There was still meat left on the counter.
Lin Zhou looked at the empty rice noodle bucket, then at the diners standing in front of him.
After exchanging bewildered glances, Lin Zhou showed the empty rice noodle bucket to the diners.
The diners understood, and their expectant expressions vanished instantly.
"No! Mr. Lin, the fans are gone?"
Lin Zhou nodded.
Diners were severely disappointed.
I'm heartbroken.
The meat is still there, but the vermicelli is gone...
As he pondered, the diners looked up and saw the stall behind Boss Lin, which was also selling beef and mutton vermicelli soup.
I didn't even bother to think about why there were two vermicelli soup shops in one place.
If there's vermicelli soup, it means there are ingredients!
Looking at the empty glass noodle soup stall behind, it didn't seem like it was doing well; maybe they had ingredients.
The diners, focused solely on the food, immediately wanted to ask what was going on.
"Boss Lin, wait for me a moment. I'm going to the vermicelli stall in the back to buy a bowl of raw vermicelli. Could you make it for me?"
After saying that, without waiting for Lin Zhou's response, the diners hurriedly walked towards Da Zhuang's vermicelli stall.
He looked as if he was afraid that Boss Lin would refuse him.
"Boss, boss, do you have any vermicelli? I want to buy a bowl of vermicelli!"
Da Zhuang, who is helping to greet tourists: ? ? ?
What?
Dazhuang was still wiping the table with a rag in his hand.
Hearing the sound, I turned around and saw a tourist calling out and looking for someone in front of his stall.
Dazhuang agreed and quickly went over.
"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"
Upon seeing the owner, the tourist excitedly asked, "Boss, do you have live fans?"
The ingredients Dazhuang prepared this morning haven't been used for business yet.
So the fans haven't made a move yet.
"Yes, you want to have fans?"
Da Zhuang didn't quite understand why this tourist wanted to buy raw vermicelli.
"Yes, Mr. Lin's fans are all gone. I finally got to the front of the line, I can't let myself miss out!"
The diners were looking anxiously in Lin Zhou's direction as they spoke, fearing that Boss Lin would close up shop.
That means he queued for nothing.
This pain is so intense, I can't breathe.
After looking around for a while, all he wants now is a bowl of smooth and slippery vermicelli soup.
I can't imagine how delicious it must be for those who get to eat it! They slurp it up, and the bouncy noodles bounce right onto their faces.
"Ah, Mr. Lin's fans are sold out. I need a bucket of unused ones. I'll bring it to Mr. Lin."
Upon hearing that Lin Zhou was short of ingredients, Da Zhuang immediately brought the glass noodle soup he had prepared to Lin Zhou's stall without saying a word.
"Mr. Lin, I heard you've run out of fans, but I still have a pot of them!"
Lin Zhou, who thought he could close up shop after selling two hundred bowls of vermicelli soup for the day: ...
Brother Dazhuang, you're so incredibly enthusiastic!
"Oh, these are your ingredients. You still have business to run, how can you give them to me to use?"
Lin Zhou wanted to try again, but the customers in front of the stall, who already knew that Boss Lin had sold out of ingredients, all spoke up.
"It's alright, boss. How much are these fans? I'll buy them all. I can't let you lose out."
The fans were overjoyed to see Da Zhuang bring them his fans.
Upon hearing Lin Zhou's words, everyone rushed to pay.
"Boss, use mine! I'm a huge fan of Boss Lin!"
"Boss, how much is it? I'll contribute something too. I can't let you spend so much."
"That's right, that's right."
Da Zhuang was truly flattered by the enthusiastic offers of money from the diners.
His hands and head started shaking together, like rattles.
"Mr. Lin, you can use it. I don't need it. I have to go and serve other customers. Don't be so polite with me."
After saying this, Da Zhuang, fearing he would be caught by the diners, quickly ran back to wipe the table.
Diners have never met such a good boss.
They were all deeply moved, and then their eyes returned to Lin Zhou.
Lin Zhou sighed helplessly.
Okay...
What kind of powder do you want?
The fans Lin Zhou used were also bought from outside by Butler Sun, and they weren't much different from the ones Da Zhuang used.
The fans in the north have done a pretty good job.
It's chewy, elastic, and doesn't make the soup mushy.
The diners were overjoyed to see that Mr. Lin was really willing to continue cooking for them.
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