"I want them both!"
The child looked at Lin Zhou with unwavering determination and said.
That look in his eyes was more sincere and resolute than the declaration of joining the Party.
Children make choices; adults want it all.
This statement lost its credibility when applied to the child in front of us.
The next second, the spirited child was slapped across the face by his mother.
"What do you want? There's so much, can you even finish it all?"
After her mother finished speaking sternly, she put on a gentle smile when she looked at Lin Zhou.
Lin Zhou was completely stunned by the speed at which the expression on his face changed.
I always feel that parents who take care of their children don't seem to have very stable emotions.
"Boss, give me a ten-yuan one."
The child didn't say anything, but his expression clearly showed his dissatisfaction.
But he didn't dare to contradict his mother.
I was afraid that the candied hawthorns I had just gotten would be gone, so I had to eat them first.
The mother clearly chose five skewers of candied hawthorns according to her own taste, without even asking the child's opinion.
After paying, I tried one myself first, and then handed it to my son.
The mother and son's eyes lit up in unison when they ate the candied hawthorn.
Five skewers of candied hawthorns are not enough to eat, let alone for two people; they're gone in just a few bites.
The mother and son, carrying candied hawthorns, hadn't gone two steps before they finished eating and turned back.
"Mom, let's not go see the peacocks, let's use all the money to buy candied hawthorns?"
The child knows that the family's finances are all in the mother's hands, and tries to please her with longing eyes.
Mom hesitated for a moment.
This seems to work too?
So the mother and son ordered twenty yuan worth of food this time, choosing all the flavors they hadn't tried yet.
Lin Zhou once again marveled at his own wit.
If it weren't for the idea of making small skewers of candied hawthorn, selling 500 skewers a day, how long would it take to sell them all?
Essentially, Lin Zhou only wanted to complete the task and obtain the reward.
......
On the other side, when Xiaolin turned around to look for Lin Zhou, he had already disappeared.
Jia Lan was very disappointed.
But I still sent the message to the group that the customers who were waiting for the steamed buns organized last week.
"Today at the four-way intersection on Linshui Avenue, I saw a figure who looked like a steamed bun shop owner selling candied hawthorns."
In this food enthusiast group organized by the diners, someone goes to Huaguoshan every day to check if the steamed bun stall owner has set up his stall that day.
Some people speculated that the steamed bun stall owner might have moved to another location to set up his stall.
Unable to wait for Lin Zhou to set up his stall, the diners searched all the park entrances in the city.
Each time a location was searched, everyone would notify the group chat.
Many hands make light work; if everyone finds a park or night market near their home, it will save everyone a lot of time.
So this group, after a week of development, already has about a hundred people, all of whom are loyal customers of Lin Zhou's steamed bun stall.
As a woman, Jia Lan's sixth sense told her that the roadside stall selling candied hawthorns she had just passed was the same one that sold steamed buns before.
Although we couldn't see the front, the tricycle was very similar, and the silhouette was also similar.
After all, it's quite rare to see someone as young and handsome as Lin Zhou when he's running a stall business.
Jia Lan's words seemed to open a new world for the people in the group.
They kept looking for the steamed bun stall owner, never even considering that the owner might be selling other foods instead of steamed buns.
Didn't the barbecue stalls at the entrance of Huaguo Mountain switch to selling steamed buns?
The steamed buns made by the stall owner were so delicious that they never even considered the possibility of the owner starting other businesses.
"Received. I'll be passing by Linshui Avenue on my way home from get off work, I'll check it out then."
Soon, people in the group started replying one after another.
No one could find the steamed bun stall, but they posted any clues they had, hoping that many hands could work together and they might just run into it.
Jiangdong City isn't that big, but it's not that small either. It's a third-tier city, so you can still find a roadside stall there.
"Sigh, I didn't get a photo of the steamed bun stall owner setting up his stall, otherwise I could have posted it on Douyin (TikTok) to find him, unlike now where it's like looking for a needle in a haystack."
"The main reason is that the steamed bun stall is so popular that you have to queue up if you want to eat there. I never expected that the owner would just stop running the stall when he had such a good business."
"Absolutely! If it were me, I'd be busy from morning till night every day, it's all about making money!"
"Maybe the owner doesn't care about money, after all, he only sells about two hundred buns a day when he's setting up a stall."
"People who bought steamed buns during the days before the price limit was happier. I saw a guy buy thirty steamed buns, and he probably still hasn't finished them. I wish I had stocked up on some too."
"Hahaha, you've learned your lesson, haven't you? Next time you find something delicious, buy more and store it up to eat slowly, otherwise you might not be able to eat it again someday."
"Ugh, don't even mention it. Who hoards things these days?"
"......"
The conversation in the group chat went off-topic.
We all met at the same steamed bun stall, and we're all willing to go to great lengths for food. The people in the group share similar interests and have a lot to talk about.
Besides looking for steamed bun stalls, people usually chat to pass the time.
The group chat is very active.
Jia Lan put away her phone after not finding any useful information and continued shopping with Xiao Lin.
......
At the zoo entrance, before four o'clock, Lin Zhou looked at the empty glass display case and was deeply surprised.
I thought it would be a difficult task to complete, but it sold better than the porridge on the mountaintop!
He originally planned to wait until the International Foreign Language Primary School let out before setting up a stall to sell the remaining candied hawthorns.
I didn't expect it to sell out so quickly just by strolling around the street.
Lin Zhou quickly packed up his stall.
Compared to Lin Zhou's thriving business, the uncle who also sells candied hawthorns looked furious as he saw all his business being snatched away.
They were especially envious of Lin Zhou for selling out and packing up in such a short time.
Normally, by this time, he would have almost sold out of candied hawthorns.
Unlike today! I haven't been able to sell a single string of these for ages. These things can't be kept for long, and if they're not sold, they'll all go to waste.
If it can be stored for a while in winter, how long can it be preserved in the middle of summer?
The uncle remembered what the mother and son had said: young people nowadays are particular about what they eat and think that candied hawthorns sold openly like this are unhygienic. They would rather buy the expensive candied hawthorns in the glass cabinet than buy his cheap ones.
Why don't he just put a glass display case on his tricycle and sell it there?
Such a small string of candied hawthorns sells for three yuan; he's envious of the money they make!
As Lin Zhou packed up his stall, he noticed the uncle selling candied hawthorns across the street staring at him, so he quickened his pace.
Sure enough, when business is too good, it easily arouses jealousy from competitors.
After today's experiment, it seems that candied hawthorns will sell well anywhere. I'll try setting up a different stall tomorrow.
It's not easy for that uncle to set up his stall and do business in the sweltering summer heat, so I won't compete with him for business.
Lin Zhou thought to himself, understandingly.
Then he sped away on his tricycle.
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