Fang Jun was delighted to hear from the burly male customer who received the message at the same time, and told him to check what food was available first.
As regular customers, they already knew that Lin Zhou liked to come up with new dishes.
Furthermore, the diners in the group said yesterday that Boss Lin asked them what flavor of fried chicken they wanted, so there's a good chance there will be new items today.
The delivery guys lined up, and upon closer inspection, they found that there really were new products.
They've added potato chip fried chicken.
Fang Jun and the burly man both opted to have all three flavors, one of each.
The delivery guy thought so too.
Hehe, the fried chicken smells so good! I ate some fried chicken from a customer yesterday and felt really guilty because I didn't have a chance to really enjoy it. So today I'm buying myself a serving. After delivering it to the customer, I won't run away with any more orders. I'll just go home, grab some beer, and enjoy life.
"Boss, three servings of each, to be packed separately. Except for the crab roe flavor, all the others should be spicy."
The chili powder at the stall smelled wonderful; the spiciness wasn't overpowering, but rather very fragrant, which enhanced the original flavor of the fried chicken—it was absolutely delicious.
Just thinking about that taste made the delivery guy's mouth water.
With so many customers ordering, Lin Zhou was very fortunate that his genetic modification had even improved his memory; otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to remember every customer's order.
He nodded in agreement and began setting up his stall.
When all the integrated equipment is turned on, the usable area on the stall surface increases.
The batter, marinated fried chicken, and potato chip coatings were all neatly arranged.
The stove was turned on, the fire was lit, and oil was poured in.
Before long, pieces of fried chicken, coated with a thin layer of batter, were dropped into the oil to fry.
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