"?"
"Really?"
"Chu Kuang, are you there right now?"
"??? No, I'm at home right now. You're telling me Boss Lin is setting up a stall at the school?"
"Is this a scam? I don't believe it. If it's true, I'm going back to school right away!"
Xie Hong lay at home in Jiangdong, dumbfounded as he looked at the photos of Boss Lin setting up his stall that his classmates had posted in the class group chat.
He didn't believe it was true!
If Boss Lin went to Dongyong City, then what's the point of his eagerness to return to Jiangdong?
Is he sick?
Immediately afterward, Xie Hong forwarded the message to his group chat with his brothers.
The people here all went to the same school, are from the same Jiangdong region, and share a past experience of hiking and drinking porridge together.
As soon as the message was sent, the people who saw it typed out a series of question marks.
It seems no one wants to believe this.
"I don't believe it. I just returned to Jiangdong. How could Boss Lin have gone to Dongyong?"
"I was thinking that winter break was finally here, and I could come back and chase after Boss Lin. You're telling me that Boss Lin went to the city where our university is located? And the stall is even in the alley opposite our school?"
"I feel like killing myself right now. Heavens, why are you doing this to me?"
Within a minute, the group flooded the chat with dozens of messages, filled with crying and wailing.
After they finished their outburst and were about to discuss serious matters, they realized that someone was missing.
"Where's Yao Chao? Such a big matter, why is he still nowhere to be seen!"
Although they are in different majors, they all study at Qingda University in Dongyong City and their families are all from Gangdong.
We chartered a car and came back together on the first day of the holiday.
They've been back for two days now. Are we going to tell them that Boss Lin is setting up a stall in Dong Yong City this week?
This is going to kill them!
"I bet Yao Chao is still working on orders. That guy's got money to burn, he stays up all night working on orders every day."
"Then let's discuss it first, and then we'll tell him."
"What's there to discuss? We definitely need to go back to school. There's no time today. We'll leave tomorrow morning. Hurry up and pack your things and book a ride."
“That makes sense. I’ll leave a message for Yao Chao, and he’ll see it as soon as he wakes up.”
"OK".
Xie Hong and others were busy returning to school.
Students in classes who haven't left school yet are in luck.
Within ten minutes of Chu Kuang sending the message, he had already run from the dormitory building to the school gate.
I'm not kidding, this speed is fast enough to participate in a sports meet.
However, after running out of the school gate, he kept crossing the road and looking for alleys.
There are several alleys on a street across the road; you'll have to look around to find them.
Then there were people who were summoned by phone.
Lin Zhou's stall immediately became lively.
Seeing that there were many people, Lin Zhou finished serving them braised pork trotters and rice, and then kept an eye on whether they had left.
If he hadn't left immediately, he planned to wait until these people had tasted the food before asking them how the pork trotter rice was, to see if he could get a few genuine compliments.
This task isn't difficult, but you have to take the initiative to ask and get people to praise you; most diners don't have this idea.
If you think it's delicious, you might just say it's delicious. But to praise it to his face, I doubt anyone would think of that.
So when Lin Zhou saw customers who had bought pork leg rice and hadn't left yet, he smiled and asked them with a caring expression, "How's the taste? This is my first time in Dong Yong, so I don't know your tastes. Is it to your liking?"
Upon hearing Lin Zhou's words, the diners seemed to be shocked. "What are you saying, Mr. Lin? This is so delicious! Of course it suits my taste. I've never eaten such delicious braised pork knuckle rice!"
"Absolutely, it's delicious."
"Boss Lin truly lives up to his reputation."
"..."
Hearing everyone's agreement and seeing that the number of tasks remained unchanged, Lin Zhou's smile became somewhat stiff.
So these are considered expressions of emotion, not praise?
Lin Zhou carefully recalled the tone of these people's voices; it seemed to be a mix of emotion and agreement.
If we're talking about praise, we probably need to add a description to make it count.
Lin Zhou, who had never done such a task before, felt a sense of challenge.
Does he need to tell the diners to praise his cooking skills?
How shameful!
It's already quite commendable that Lin Zhou was able to ask this question indirectly.
Not getting the answer he wanted, he gave up.
He was afraid that if he asked any further, news would soon spread online that Mr. Lin had a new hobby: he liked to hear people praise his cooking skills.
No, no, that's not allowed.
There are still four days left, no rush. We just need to figure out how to complete the task today.
"Okay, I'm glad you like it."
As Lin Zhou spoke, his hands continued to slice the pork knuckle and assemble the pork trotter rice.
The four o'clock snack and pig's trotters sold out very quickly.
The university students who came later could only eat a serving of braised pork knuckle rice each.
Even without adding any other dishes, this was already delicious.
"Waaaaah, I'm so touched! I never expected that coming home a few days late would lead to such a wonderful thing!"
"I've already messaged my family saying I have some things to take care of at school and will go back next week. With Boss Lin around, I don't care if I go home a few days later, or even if I don't go home at all!"
"That's right, those people in the group who went home have nowhere to cry anymore."
"Didn't Xie Hong say he'd be back tomorrow?"
“Xiang Shan and his friends are the ones who are really in a bad situation. Xiang Shan’s family is in Harbin. He brought back some things for his entire dorm on his way home, and now he’s too scared to tell his roommates about it.”
"Hilarious! At this time of year, it's so hard to even get a plane ticket back to Harbin. How did they manage to get back?"
"I heard they went back with a tour group."
For some reason, Lin Zhou noticed that his customers all had one thing in common: they liked to eat right in front of his stall.
Even though there was nowhere to sit, everyone was squatting and wouldn't move.
Could it be that food tastes better when a group of people are together, or something else?
A group of people were seen squatting on either side of his stall, forming a long line to eat.
They were quite polite; they didn't block the alleyway.
Occasionally, passersby would see this group of people and their expressions would be somewhat strange.
Lin Zhou stood behind the stall, having to look down at them.
Then a student wanted to add a spoonful of braising broth, and when he looked up, he saw that Mr. Lin looked a little puzzled.
It looks kind of familiar.
Then he suddenly thought of his grandmother.
Every time his grandmother finished feeding the chicks, she would stand there watching them with her head down.
I feel like my idea is a bit dangerous.
But I just have to get it off my chest.
So he went up to his classmates and told them his thoughts.
Students: ? ? ?
What are you talking about?!
The classmate, not believing it, looked up at Boss Lin, then lowered his head and remained silent.
"It looks like it!"
The classmate nodded.
"They do look somewhat alike."
The group of people squatting there whispering amongst themselves was quite obvious to Lin Zhou.
Even though their voices were soft, Lin Zhou could still hear them.
Good physical fitness is reflected in many aspects, such as being able to see and hear clearly.
If he hadn't known he was running a stall, he would have been curious enough to take out a mirror and look at himself.
Does his expression really look like someone who has just fed chickens?
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