Lin Zhou's roadside beggar's chicken stall attracted a lot of onlookers.
After all, it was the first time we'd met.
Two young girls from the south who were passing by took a picture of this scene out of curiosity.
"The North is really different. There are even beggar's chicken stalls on the roadside. The chicken looks quite big, freshly roasted. I wonder how long it takes. It looks delicious."
"Shall we go over and ask?"
Tourists come here to eat and drink, right? They were quite interested in seeing Lin Zhou make beggar's chicken.
The two walked across the street to Lin Zhou and then sweetly called him "Boss".
"Boss, is this beggar's chicken? How much is it?"
In their minds, beggar's chicken is made by wrapping it in mud and then roasting it.
Lin Zhou was squatting down, adding firewood to the stove.
Feeling the fire wasn't big enough, I blew on it a few times.
As a result, he choked and coughed continuously.
Hearing that someone was coming, he quickly stood up.
This immediately made the two diners laugh.
I really can't hold it in anymore.
The moment he saw Lin Zhou, he burst out laughing.
"Pfft!"
Hahahaha.
Lin Zhou watched as the two girls laughed so hard they clutched their stomachs, tilting his head in confusion.
What's wrong?
Was he recognized?
Otherwise, what are these two female diners laughing about?
But even if I recognized him, it shouldn't be this kind of laughter.
The difference between his happy smile and this belly-clutching laugh is quite obvious.
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(P.S.: Please use your love to generate this energy!)
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