"I don't know."
The security guard was scrolling through his Weibo, looking as excited as if he had just stumbled upon some juicy gossip.
I couldn't stop laughing at every speculation that contradicted Mr. Lin's identity.
"They would never guess that Mr. Lin is so rich that he still goes out to set up a stall every day."
"By the way, I've never tasted what cooking by rich people tastes like. Could I go and try it?"
The colleague next to me rolled her eyes. "What are you thinking? Mr. Lin comes and goes every day. How could he not recognize our faces? It would be so embarrassing if he did. Do you even want your job anymore?"
"Mr. Lin seems very kind and has a good temper. He always greets us when he comes in and out. It shouldn't be that bad, right?"
The security guard immediately abandoned the idea after being told off by his colleague, but seeing how his colleague described the person as a monster, he couldn't help but refute him.
“It’s always good to be cautious when working in this place. What if Mr. Lin just likes to hide his identity and work as an ordinary person at a stall? Our appearance might make him think that his identity has been exposed, and then he might dislike us?”
"Based on my ten years of experience reading novels, Mr. Lin's behavior is very likely due to his original social status. If he were to cook a dish, he would receive a lot of praise from people because of his status, and he would feel that these people were praising him because of his status, which lacked authenticity. So he hides his identity and pretends to be an ordinary person to set up a stall. People don't know his identity, so they don't have any bias against his food. As a result, he can hear the customers' genuine praise. This is probably the different pursuit of the rich."
Listening to his colleague analyze Mr. Lin's psychology, the security guard looked puzzled. Is that really the case?
Upon closer reflection, it does make some sense.
"This is probably the difference between us and the rich. We only pursue money, while they pursue higher-level spiritual needs!"
"Perhaps Mr. Lin is secretly pleased to see all these people praising his cooking skills when he gets home now."
That's absolutely true.
When Lin Zhou got home, he first took a refreshing shower, then grabbed a bottle of iced cola and lay on the bed to relax while watching videos.
I really can't fall asleep without watching some videos before bed.
Then I naturally came across videos online discussing him.
Lin Zhou usually pays close attention to news about himself and will even search for it specifically.
Big data will naturally recommend similar videos to him.
As he looked at it, his expression changed.
No way!
He just wanted to set up a low-key stall and not show his face, but it still got posted online and sparked so much discussion.
Seeing that people in the comments section were digging into his identity, Lin Zhou became even more frightened and tried to cover up his true identity even more tightly.
This year's diners are terrifying!
......
Lin Zhou woke up from her nap in the afternoon feeling terrible.
He kept dreaming that diners couldn't get their fried chicken and chased him from night until dawn, constantly shouting "Fried chicken, fried chicken, I want to eat fried chicken!"
Then, when he opened his eyes, he realized that he had slept for nothing, and his body ached terribly.
It felt like I was dreaming of running 800 meters!
"Ouch~"
After getting up, I still had a stiff neck.
Lin Zhou clutched his neck and cried out in pain.
"Butler Sun, hurry, find a masseur to come to my house, I have a stiff neck!"
Sun Deye quickly went upstairs, saw Lin Zhou clutching his neck, immediately responded, and went to the side to make a phone call.
Aunt Fang and Aunt Xu rushed upstairs after hearing Lin Zhou's exclamation.
After learning what had happened, Aunt Fang helped Lin Zhou to sit down on the sofa. "Sir, let me massage you first. Are you in a lot of pain?"
Lin Zhou responded, but he couldn't move his head at all, which was really uncomfortable.
I don't know if dreaming about running while sleeping means my body is running too, but I woke up with a sore back and a stiff neck.
If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have watched videos before bed. I'm even dreaming about being chased by diners.
Aunt Fang stood behind Lin Zhou, helping him with a massage.
Aunt Xu ran back and forth to pour water and serve lunch.
"Sir, the masseuse is on her way and will arrive in about an hour. Please bear with it a little longer."
Lin Zhou nodded, then slumped onto the sofa, utterly dejected.
"By the way, go and buy the chickens for today. You need eighty chicks. The farm owner knows, just tell him to handle them the same way as before."
"Yes, sir, don't worry."
Sun Deye nodded, and after arranging the villa, he drove off to the farm to buy chickens.
The farm owner saw the familiar luxury car and immediately came to greet it.
Then I saw that Butler Sun looked puzzled.
"Hello boss, I'm Mr. Lin's housekeeper. I'm here to buy eighty chicks for today. Just process them as before."
Sun Deye, dressed in a well-fitting suit, seemed out of place in the atmosphere of the farm.
Yesterday, Lin Zhou's short-sleeved shirt and shorts outfit didn't make the farm owner feel that there was any difference in their status.
Even after searching and finding out that the car is very expensive, it still doesn't feel real!
Today, Sun Deye, dressed in an elite style, exudes an aura of luxury.
Especially since this person even called himself a housekeeper.
With his luxury car and butler, Lin Zhou's identity immediately became mysterious to the farm owner.
What is the identity of Mr. Lin, who usually comes to buy chickens?
While waiting for the chickens to be slaughtered, the farm owner couldn't help but inquire about the situation.
"Hello, may I ask your surname, butler?"
The boss handed Sun Deye a cigarette and asked.
"The boss can just call me Butler Sun."
"Oh, okay, okay. Where does Butler Sun work? I mean, what does Mr. Lin do? Does he sell fried chicken?"
The owner of the farm used to think that since he owned such a large farm, he was a small business owner with an annual income of one million, which was not bad.
But ever since he met Lin Zhou, he felt that the farm didn't seem to be that profitable.
That young man, in his early twenties, has managed to drive a luxury car and hire a housekeeper all by selling fried chicken.
That's quite a difference!
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't pry into Mr. Lin's affairs. If you're curious and want to meet him, you can ask him yourself."
Sun Deye's smile remained unchanged, but he immediately shut him down.
The farm owner inquired for a long time but couldn't find out a single piece of information.
He then sadly saw Sun Deye off.
Once I got back, I started thinking about the possibility of selling fried chicken.
If selling fried chicken is so profitable, he'd like to try selling it from a tricycle; the ingredients are all readily available.
He opened his phone and silently searched for information on whether selling fried chicken could make money.
How do you make fried chicken?
Is it difficult to make fried chicken?
......
Inside the villa, after two hours of back massage, Lin Zhou felt as if he had come back to life, feeling refreshed and invigorated.
"This chef is quite skilled. I'll have him come twice a week from now on."
We didn't have the money to enjoy life before.
Now that I have money, of course I can do whatever makes me comfortable.
No, he didn't know before that a good masseur could provide such a comfortable massage.
Sun Deye nodded in agreement.
Fully recharged, Lin Zhou immediately went into the kitchen to prepare the fried chicken.
Even though I dream of being chased by diners, I can't shirk my mission.
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