Xiao Fan couldn't stop laughing when he saw the news.
"Hahaha, Brother Hang, look, I'm not the only unlucky one who got robbed by the tiger. This group of people had all six servings of hot tofu stolen by the tiger, and they even ran back to Boss Lin to cry. My God, it's a pity we left too early, otherwise we could have watched the show live."
Liu Hang: ...
Is this person just being watched by the whole internet because he himself is the butt of jokes, and now that he sees others doing the same thing, he's getting this excited?
I laughed so hard I hiccuped.
"Take it easy, are we going again tomorrow?"
"There should be some of Mr. Lin's fans coming to check in tomorrow, right?"
Xiao Fan did want to go, after all, hot tofu was really delicious.
But the thought that his online popularity hasn't died down yet...
Those fans of Boss Lin who came to check in after seeing the news all know him.
If we run into Mr. Lin at his stall, won't we just laugh at him?
Xiao Fan shared his thoughts.
Liu Hang sighed.
"Don't you wear a mask?"
"Oh right, we can disguise ourselves by wearing masks and hats."
Anyway, it's freezing cold outside, so if they're all bundled up, nobody will recognize them.
"Then let's go. We can skip lunch. Boss Lin sets up his stall at 1 p.m. and we can have hot tofu right away."
...
The next day, at 1 p.m.
Lin Zhou realized that his stall location had been exposed, so he made extra tofu.
I was so looking forward to setting up my stall.
I think today shouldn't be boring.
Two groups of customers came yesterday, and there was still some tofu left unsold. He was bored and waited until five o'clock before closing up shop.
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