Why can't we eat it anymore?
Zhang Mingyuan also became interested in Lin Zhou, whom his father had mentioned, and asked him about it.
"He went to the top of Qinhuang Mountain to sell porridge this week."
Zhang Mingyuan: ? ? ?
For a moment, Zhang Mingyuan suspected that he had woken up too early in the morning and was hallucinating.
Who's some kind soul who's selling porridge on the mountaintop?
“According to what you said, Lin Zhou’s cooking skills are not bad. He makes delicious steamed buns and should be able to make delicious porridge as well. Since you have to climb the mountain every morning anyway, you can continue to go with him.”
Zhang Mingyuan was quite familiar with his father's daily routine.
Since retiring, I've enjoyed activities like hiking, fishing, drinking tea, and playing chess.
It's a good thing that he has someone to accompany him now.
As for whether or not they will be scammed.
Zhang Mingyuan wasn't worried at all.
His father has been a successful businessman for so many years, calling him a shrewd old fox wouldn't be an exaggeration. No young person could outmaneuver him.
Zhang Mingyuan dared to say that even if he were to face his father, he wouldn't have a chance of winning.
"That makes sense."
Zhang Jianjun was a little unhappy when Lin Zhou told him that they couldn't go hiking together, but he became happy again when he heard his son's idea.
As you get older, you get afraid of being alone.
I've been hiking with Lin Zhou these past few days, and now it feels a bit strange to have him hike alone.
It seems his father really likes this young man named Lin Zhou.
Seeing his father's happy expression, Zhang Mingyuan shook his head.
"I'm done eating, Dad. I'm going to work now."
"Go ahead, don't forget your blind date this week."
Zhang Jianjun was busy sending messages to Lin Zhou, and without even looking up, he casually waved his hand to send his son away.
Zhang Mingyuan: ......
The bond between father and son is far too weak!
......
On the first day of selling porridge, business was less than Lin Zhou had imagined.
Lin Zhou sold his buckets from morning till afternoon before finally carrying them down the mountain.
Even at noon, he would drink the porridge he sold himself on the mountaintop.
Lin Zhou felt it definitely wasn't a problem with his skills.
It's probably because the system tasks are overpriced.
It makes many people forget to stop.
Even if the porridge is delicious, most people wouldn't try porridge that costs 100 yuan a bowl.
Only those who travel, are willing to spend money, and don't care about the cost are willing to try it.
Back home, Lin Zhou decided to get a smaller bucket the next day and prepare less.
Otherwise, if he can't sell everything, he won't want to come back; setting up a stall takes too long.
The task doesn't specify how many copies must be sold.
Only the time, food, and price are specified, leaving a lot of room for maneuver.
Having not slept well, Lin Zhou took a shower as soon as he got home, lay down on the bed, and decided to sleep first.
I woke up late at night.
At the start of the new week, he completely forgot about the customers who waited at the entrance of Huaguo Mountain at 8 p.m. to eat steamed buns.
But the diners who waited until 8 o'clock and still hadn't seen Lin Zhou experienced the same situation as last week when they couldn't find Lin Zhou's stall.
"Wait, hasn't the steamed bun stall owner arrived yet?"
"It's already nine o'clock, are you not going to skip it?"
"That shouldn't be the case. The boss always comes at eight o'clock sharp every day."
"What's going on? Does anyone know the boss? Could you give him a call and ask?"
"Everyone's here to buy steamed buns, who knows the owner?"
"Holy crap, no way! I've been waiting from six to nine. If the boss doesn't come, I'm really going to cry!"
"......"
Among the crowd, Wang Chuanjuan and a group of square-dancing aunties were waiting in the square.
They, as a dance troupe, are now all fans of Lin Zhou's steamed bun stall.
They no longer do square dancing every day; instead, they wait in the square at the entrance of Huaguoshan at a certain time, waiting for Lin Zhou to come and set up his stall.
There were dozens of people in the square, some standing and some sitting, all looking on expectantly, clearly waiting for the steamed bun stall.
Surprisingly, the steamed bun stall owner didn't come to set up his stall today!
So many people have gone nowhere!
"It's already past nine o'clock, I'm afraid the steamed bun stand isn't coming, is it?"
"I reckon there won't be any steamed buns today, are you still going to jump?"
"I'm not jumping anymore. I'm going home to shower and then go to bed."
"Hey, you were here every day last week, why aren't you here today?"
Wang Chuanjuan didn't get to eat any steamed buns and sighed regretfully.
The two daughters beside her also sighed.
"Let's come back tomorrow."
After the women finished speaking, they glanced at the spot where Lin Zhou usually set up his stall, which was still empty, and then packed their bags to go home.
The other diners asked around, but no one recognized the steamed bun stall owner. Since they couldn't find him, there was no point in staying any longer.
People left one after another, and the square was empty in no time.
It looked particularly desolate.
Since the steamed bun stall hadn't arrived, many people who had been waiting for hours on empty stomachs went to the nearby fried skewers and barbecue stalls to buy some food.
This has resulted in the fried food stalls and barbecue stalls having incredibly good business tonight.
What a pleasant surprise!
Surprisingly, while the steamed bun stall was closed, their business actually improved.
They knew that it was only their turn because so many people were waiting for steamed buns and they hadn't gotten any yet.
When the steamed bun stall comes over tomorrow, their business will probably go back to the state of having no customers.
But it would be great to make some extra money by taking advantage of this wave of customers.
They were a little upset because they didn't get to eat steamed buns.
Fortunately, we made more money, so they didn't suffer too much.
Those who waited for hours and got nothing are the ones who are upset!
Indeed, misery is always relative; when someone is worse off than them, their mood immediately improves.
Many people left still thinking that Lin Zhou was just absent today because of something else, and that he might resume setting up his stall tomorrow.
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