But when you're with a good friend, the two of you together are very motivating.
You can't get someone who's supposed to be at work at 8 a.m. to go out in the middle of the night for anything else, but if they're going out for a midnight snack, you can definitely call them out.
"Roar! Let's go!"
Ji Ziming changed his clothes and excitedly headed towards the bar street.
Fortunately, Lin Zhou prepared plenty of ingredients today.
Customers kept coming in droves, but the fried chicken still wasn't sold out.
A steady stream of customers came, which boosted business for other stalls on the street as well.
For example, the young lady next door selling "beaten lemon tea" never stopped hammering lemons in her hands.
She has never been as tired as she is today.
Every time a customer orders the "beaten lemon tea," she has to take out a whole lemon, cut it in half, put it in a container, and beat it vigorously.
This is a very physically demanding activity.
But it was indeed very popular this summer, and many people bought it. She had only been setting up a stall for a short time and had never experienced the soreness of her arm from hammering lemons.
And I bought fried chicken early this morning, but I still haven't had a chance to eat it.
She couldn't buy fried chicken yesterday, so she ordered it as soon as Lin Zhou set up his stall today.
Then, because I was too busy, I didn't have time to eat!
Seeing others enjoying fried chicken in one hand and lemon tea in the other made her so hungry!
Her stall was closest to Lin Zhou's, and it sold fruit tea and iced drinks. People who didn't drink alcohol would order fried chicken and then grab a drink from her stall.
It's a bittersweet dilemma.
The once delicate and lovely young lady had her hair all messed up after smashing more than a dozen cups of lemon tea, and she looked like she had gone through some kind of ordeal.
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(Haha, you didn't expect that, did you? I couldn't sleep and wrote another chapter!)
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