Watching the old lady's retreating figure, Lin Zhou glanced at the rice ball huddled next to the barbecue grill and muttered, "Anyway, we can't sell them. Giving them to someone who needs them is better than wasting them, right, Rice Ball?"
Since arriving in the unfamiliar environment, Fantuan has been reluctant to move around and prefers to lie there and daydream.
Lin Zhou didn't have time for it when he was busy.
Fortunately, after a week of training, Fantuan can now go to the toilet and eat by herself.
Lin Zhou only needs to provide it with food and water, which is not a big deal.
Lin Zhou hadn't originally planned to bring rice balls, but Butler Sun thought that since he was setting up a stall in another city alone, having a dog with him would keep him company and prevent him from feeling too lonely.
Lin Zhou thought about it and agreed that it made sense, so he took it with him.
It might be related to the fact that it's a stray dog; when a dog like Rice Ball goes to a new place, it always needs a couple of days to adjust.
Whether or not it heard him, Rice Ball barked twice in response when it heard Lin Zhou's voice.
After another two hours of sitting on the sidelines, Lin Zhou started thinking of a solution.
Based on this, it would be difficult for him to sell even ten pancakes a day, let alone a hundred.
Since we've already come all this way, wouldn't it be a waste if we couldn't complete the task? Besides, all those sesame cakes he made would be wasted!
Lin Zhou thought for a moment, then placed his phone in front of a roadside pillar not far away at a sneaky angle, pressed the timer button, and had someone quickly run back to take a picture of him setting up his stall.
Lin Zhou then created a new account, his conflicted gaze shifting between various social media platforms.
In the end, I chose Douyin.
Compared to other apps, Douyin seems to have more users.
The formula may be old, but it works.
Lin Zhou opened Douyin and started searching for videos of where Boss Lin set up his stall in the new week.
Select the latest video.
Then a lot of videos appeared asking Boss Lin for a new location to set up his stall next week.
Think about it, it's already Wednesday. It's normal that people can't find Boss Lin in real life, so they turn to the internet.
The main reason is that Boss Lin's current trajectory is clearly visible to the naked eye: he has expanded his street vending operations nationwide.
Therefore, the chances of finding someone offline are slim, while the chances of finding someone online are much greater.
Since Lin Zhou was still in Sichuan this week, he answered the questions of netizens whose IP addresses were in Sichuan from the perspective of a passerby.
"It seems that Mr. Lin is selling sesame cakes at a stall in Shouhua Town this week, as shown in the picture."
Lin Zhou replied to more than a dozen netizens who asked for his location on Sichuan in one go.
He received dozens of replies in no time, and when he felt that was enough, he quickly left.
Even using the same trick, Lin Zhou still felt something was off.
It feels like they tricked their fans into coming here.
It also feels like cheating to complete a task.
In short, I felt really uncomfortable.
But think about it, if more people know about him here and he attracts tourists, it would also increase the town's revenue.
Even if it doesn't bring anything, at least it will make this town known to more people.
I don't know if any fans will be willing to come.
Lin Zhou was extremely conflicted. He resisted looking at his phone and decided to try setting up his stall in a different location.
The town isn't very big.
In the dead of winter, there were hardly any people on the streets.
Lin sold one sesame seed cake on Monday morning and gave one away, but had no choice but to go home at noon.
While having lunch, Lin Zhou saw the aunt from yesterday coming over to clean the house, so he thought he'd ask her, a local resident, for some information.
"Auntie, do you know I want to start a small business? Where would be a good place to set up a stall selling sesame cakes?"
As Lin Zhou spoke, he pushed the sesame seed cakes on the plate toward the aunt.
The aunt couldn't stop staring at the golden, crispy, and fragrant sesame seed cakes on the plate.
"That's the smell! I smelled it first thing this morning. I thought I was dreaming, but it turns out it was you!"
The aunt slapped her thigh, and in her excitement, her voice became louder.
Lin Zhou smiled and nodded.
“I don’t have many hobbies, I just like to cook and do some small business. Where do you think would be suitable, auntie?”
Seeing that the woman had forgotten his question, Lin Zhou asked it again.
The aunt looked at the sesame seed cake and said shyly, "People around here rarely buy food outside. They mostly eat at home. When they go to town, they mostly buy daily necessities."
"But there's a primary school in the village, which is a common school for children from nearby villages. There are many people setting up stalls at the school gate, so maybe we can sell some."
Although many of the children in the village are left-behind children, some loving parents will spend money to buy things for their children.
"Thank you, Auntie. Please try my cooking."
Seeing his aunt staring at the sesame seed cakes curiously, Lin Zhou, afraid she would be too shy to eat them, simply took one and handed it to her.
My aunt really couldn't resist anymore and got hungry.
The golden and crispy sesame flatbread, glistening with oil, is not dry at all and looks very tempting. The scattered scallions have been charred, giving off a rich scallion aroma.
The lard has a very rich, meaty aroma, with the flavor of white sesame seeds. It looks and tastes great.
As soon as she held the sesame seed cake in her hand, before she could even apply any pressure, she heard a crisp cracking sound. Startled, the auntie quickly loosened her grip and carefully held the sesame seed cake in her hand, feeling the softness beneath the crispness.
She had never eaten a sesame seed cake like this before.
The moment you hold it in your hand, the aroma fills your nose, making you eager to take a big bite.
With one bite, the flaky, crumbly outer layer of the sesame seed cake crackles and falls out of your mouth.
Then, looking through the cut, you see layers of dough, soft yet with the savory aroma of pork cracklings. The filling, just the right amount, is perfectly chewed together with the dough, revealing the aroma and chewiness of the wheat. The oily flavor of the pork cracklings combined with the scallions creates a rich and fragrant taste that is simply irresistible.
The auntie quickly stuffed the sesame seed cake in her hand into her mouth and finished it in a few bites.
The taste was so good that after eating one, it didn't satisfy your craving at all. Instead, it seemed to whet your appetite and make you want to keep eating.
"Your skills are amazing! This pancake is so crispy, soft, and chewy!"
The chewy, soft, and crispy sesame seed cake doesn't have the dryness of a typical sesame seed cake at all.
The aroma of the oil is so enticing that you can't bear to waste a single sesame seed; you'll even eat the ones that stick to your hands.
"How much is one? I'll buy a few to take home."
The auntie who gave him the free sesame cakes ate one, tasted it, and refused to eat any more. Lin Zhou was surprised that he hadn't been able to sell any more, but he had actually sold five sesame cakes.
The ready-made flatbread dough only needs to be baked for a few minutes.
The woman held the sesame seed cake close to her chest, paid for it, and left.
On the way back, I was afraid the sesame seed cakes would get cold from the cold wind.
I covered myself up all the way home.
Then put it on the boiler to keep warm.
Even if you're not cooking, the residual heat from a rural earthen stove is just right for warming water or other things.
On the other hand, Lin Zhou thought he should go to the town in the afternoon to see if the sesame cakes could be sold. If so, he would go to the primary school on the mountain to make some sesame cake dough so that they wouldn't go to waste.
Although it's winter now, the taste of the flatbread dough made the day before is still different from that of freshly made flatbread.
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