Before he could even take out his phone to check out the imitators of Johto, a new customer arrived.
"How much did the owner sell it for?"
"The owner won't sell."
For some reason, Lin Zhou blurted out the words before he could even think them through.
This left both him and his guests completely bewildered.
"Sorry, I had a brain fart."
Lin Zhou sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.
My head is spinning from all this time.
The customer was taken aback by this unexpected move, and after a moment of stunned silence, burst out laughing.
"Boss, I'd like to ask how much the skewers cost."
It's rare to encounter such an interesting boss. Ye Fan couldn't help but smile after a long day of work.
I was supposed to leave work at 5:30, but the boss kept me there for a meeting, and I didn't get off work until after 8:00. I didn't even get to eat dinner.
I was planning to order takeout when I got home, but I didn't expect a new stall selling "钵钵鸡" (a type of Sichuan-style boiled chicken) to have opened at the entrance of my neighborhood.
She's full of resentment right now. When she gets home from get off work, she makes some Sichuan-style boiled chicken with some alcohol, preferably spicy enough, to relieve some of the stress.
"Vegetarian is three yuan, meat is five yuan."
Hearing the price, Ye Fan felt it was a bit expensive and hesitated, asking, "Is it spicy enough?"
"That should be enough."
To be honest, Lin Zhou had never tasted what the spiciness of Chengdu was like, but the recipe from the system was spicy enough for people from Jiangdong.
"Let me try a skewer of tripe first."
The price is acceptable, but we still need to be cautious.
(P.S.: This is the first chapter tonight. There are six more chapters to come. I'm writing this live on Douyin (TikTok). I won't stop until I finish. My account is: Selling Eggs and Burgers.)
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