Until a man from the E Kingdom led a sheep up to Lin Zhou.
He seemed afraid that Lin Zhou wouldn't understand what he was saying.
He was talking and gesturing at the same time.
"Boss Lin, I'd like to give you this sheep. Could you make me a bowl of vermicelli soup?"
With his fluent language skills, Lin Zhou was able to understand what foreign diners were saying.
But upon hearing this, I was still momentarily confused.
Shangguan Xi happened to be there.
I figured Mr. Lin probably wouldn't understand.
After all, he was needed to translate last week.
So he naturally looked to Lin Zhou to help translate.
"Boss Lin, he said he wants to give this sheep to you and ask you to make him a bowl of mutton soup."
Lin Zhou glanced at the live sheep in the man's hands, then at Shangguan Xi, the translator.
He couldn't explain why he couldn't understand the E'guo language last week, but now he could.
So he pretended to understand only after hearing the translation and nodded.
“Tell him that the ingredients for mutton soup need to be stewed for a long time, and it’s a bit too late to stew it now.”
After Lin Zhou finished speaking, Shangguan Xi translated it to the diner who was leading the sheep.
Then, the diner from Eguo didn't understand Lin Zhou's subtle refusal and instead said even more excitedly, "I can wait for the mutton soup to be ready, there's no rush."
After translating Shangguan Xi's original words, Lin Zhou fell silent.
Then, the diners who had also failed to get a number were shocked when they saw the Eguo people leading sheep in. Then, they seemed to have found a new way of thinking.
No meat or vermicelli? They can bring their own. If they're worried about not having enough to eat, they can just bring the ingredients!
Then someone looked at the still-alive sheep and thought it wouldn't do.
Mr. Lin is hard to cook!
So he seized the opportunity, ran to the meat stall at the morning market, bought a whole rack of beef ribs, and carried it to Mr. Lin's stall.
He was shouting as he ran.
"Boss Lin, Boss Lin, his live sheep are hard to slaughter, so he's using beef, freshly bought beef, to cook directly in the pot!"
Lin Zhou: ...
Just as the foreign diners who brought live sheep hadn't finished their meal, another group of Chinese diners arrived carrying a beef rib.
Lin Zhou looked at the farce unfolding before him and sighed helplessly.
What is he supposed to do with this whole sheep and beef ribs?
"Boss Lin, Boss Lin, is this the kind of mung bean vermicelli you're using? I saw it at the morning market, and the vendor said it's the same kind you're using. I bought it, can I soak it now?"
Just then, following Yang and Niu, someone else brought over a large bag of handmade mung bean vermicelli.
The diners present were all wide-eyed with surprise, somewhat incredulous.
Lin Zhou even stopped what he was doing.
These people are all geniuses!
Lin Zhou didn't speak, so everyone's eyes fell on him.
"It's really impossible to do it now. Stewing the ingredients not only requires processing, but also a lot of ingredients and time. We don't have the conditions right now."
"I only make about two hundred bowls a day. If I make more, my stall can't handle it. It's not like a shop where I can keep making food all the time. So, if you want to eat here, you have to come earlier. Once the number is gone, it's gone."
Lin Zhou's words were a clear rejection.
In an instant, the diners, who had been full of expectations, all lost their enthusiasm.
"Damn it, I thought I had a great idea. Bringing my own ingredients and having Boss Lin cook them would mean I wouldn't have trouble eating them. But it still didn't work out."
"Boss Lin, those people ahead of us are too arrogant. They arrived before 3 o'clock and took a number, leaving no room for anyone else!"
"That's right. It was snowing last night. I thought there would be fewer people in line today, so I came at six o'clock. I thought there would be fewer people and I would be able to get a table, but I didn't expect that all the numbers had already been taken."
"It's already Thursday, and tomorrow is Friday. There are more and more tourists, and the chances of getting a table are getting lower and lower. It's really frustrating!"
"Boss Lin, can't you make a little more? If it's really not possible, then raise the price."
"Exactly, if we sell it at a higher price, not many people will be able to afford it and there won't be any need to queue."
Look at this kind of idea!
Even if they are on the same team, there are still people who can't stand hearing this.
"So what if you're rich? Even if you're rich, you still can't eat food cooked by Boss Lin!"
"We can't afford it anymore, and now that the price has gone up, we can't afford it at all!"
"Don't listen to him, Mr. Lin."
Among the onlookers were people who lived nearby. Upon hearing this, their eyes lit up. They noticed the person who had just said he wanted to raise prices, and then quietly moved closer to him.
"Brother, I live nearby. I can help you queue up and buy you vermicelli soup. Just give me this amount."
The man cautiously raised one finger.
Before the price was even mentioned, the diner who had mentioned the price increase nodded excitedly and said impatiently, "One thousand? Sure, can I transfer it to you now or wait until I get my number tomorrow?"
The local man, who had only intended to say one hundred, suddenly choked up.
Holy crap, are these southerners really that rich?
I was just helping him get a number. He hesitated a bit when he asked for 100, but the other party actually wanted 1000.
So the two of them exchanged contact information in disbelief, each feeling that the other had gotten a great deal.
"Brother, let's do this: once you get your number tomorrow, I'll start making money for you right away. Don't worry about me cheating you; I don't need the money, I just need this bowl of vermicelli soup!"
The local man nodded firmly.
Only a fool wouldn't make this money.
His home is just one street away from the morning market.
As long as you don't sleep for half a day, get a number in advance, and then resell it, you can make a guaranteed profit of a thousand without losing anything.
How is this any different from a trap falling from the sky?!
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