Chapter 322 This is a funeral home! Not a food court!
Several family members in mourning finished their funeral arrangements and squeezed in from outside.
"Wow, it really is here. This powder is really delicious."
"The guy standing in the corridor eating noodles really made me greedy, but I don't know what it tastes like."
"Who cares? With so many people lining up, it shouldn't be that bad. I've been busy this early in the morning and I'm so hungry I've got low blood sugar."
The death of an elderly person in the family is considered a happy funeral. Although they are sad, they can still accept it calmly.
So now I am in the mood to come here and eat noodles.
Seeing that more and more people were queuing up, Su Chen looked at the ingredients and hurriedly waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.
"I'm sorry, everyone. We only have about thirty bowls of minced meat noodles left today. With so many of you here, I'm afraid it won't be enough."
ah???
These people have been tempted by the aroma from the cafeteria for a long time. They have finally endured hunger until now, but in the end they can't get any food.
A little unhappy.
"Boss, can't you do a little more? At worst, we can just pay you more."
"That's right, do some people eat while the rest of the people watch?"
Su Chen spread his hands and frowned.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't expect so many people to come tonight, so I didn't prepare so many copies."
Everyone was still arguing when suddenly there was a commotion coming from the door.
"Make way! Please make way!"
Several family members in mourning squeezed in.
The fat man in the lead had red and swollen eyes, and the bags under his eyes were almost hanging down to his chin.
He reached out to push aside the crowd blocking the food entrance.
"We are holding a funeral today and haven't had our meal yet. Could you please let us in first?"
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a young diner.
"Dude, you're still trying to cut in line! We don't even have enough food for ourselves! The chefs have limited their portions and they're out of stock."
When the fat man heard this, the veins on his forehead throbbed.
At this moment, the smell of hospital disinfectant still lingered on him.
The person in front of him clearly smelled like hot pot, and his face was very rosy.
You can tell at first glance that they are not the family members of the deceased!
Why are you coming to the funeral home to compete with them for food?
but.
Logically, they are also consumers, and there is no reason for them to cut in line.
But can we just give up like this?
When he had smelled it outside before, the fragrance had been quite light, but now it was almost right up his face, and the scent of minced meat and powder, which was countless times richer, exploded before him. It was simply too tempting...
How could he bear it?
The fat man was so greedy that the gluttony in his heart was gnawing at him and eating him till he was exhausted.
Forget it, today he will be shameless for once and go all out!
I saw him digging his fingers into his hair and his shoulders shaking.
"Wow wow wow... Yesterday at this time, my dad, who had a gastric tube inserted, said... that he wanted to come over for a bowl of hot noodles after he was discharged from the hospital. Now this delicious minced meat noodles is right in front of me, but I can't buy it... I'm so unfilial..."
When the sobbing sound was heard.
The old lady behind the fat man also very skillfully pulled off the cover of the urn.
Turbid tears dripped onto the lid of the box.
"Old man...it's all our fault that we came late. You won't be able to eat today..."
The old lady choked up as she spoke.
People around began to whisper.
"This...are we not doing a good job? The family members at the funeral didn't even have anything to eat! And we bought it all."
"Yes, there seems to be something wrong."
But there are also different voices.
"What's wrong with eating noodles? We are consumers too. Why can't we eat it?"
"That's right...it's not like I didn't spend any money."
Seeing that the scene was very topical.
A young blogger who followed the example of Brother Jinlian and visited the funeral home risked being beaten and squeezed through with a selfie stick in hand for the sake of traffic.
The phone camera was almost touching the fat man's face.
"Sir, how are you feeling right now? Are you feeling particularly regretful about not being able to have this bowl of internet-famous noodles?"
"I feel sorry for your mom!"
Seeing that playing the emotional card didn't work, the fat man got angry all of a sudden.
He stood up suddenly and pushed the selfie stick away.
"This is a funeral home! Not a food court! You're interviewing me! Do you have any empathy at all?"
The war is about to break out.
Seeing this, Manager Huang hurried forward and pulled the fat man to a quieter side to mediate.
"Sir, please don't get excited."
He handed her a tissue and said, "I understand how you feel. I'll have the kitchen prepare a few bowls for you and your family. Is that okay with you?"
The fat man wiped his tears and was about to speak.
"Manager Huang!"
A staff member suddenly ran in from outside.
"Three bodies just arrived at the morgue, and the families are asking why they can't even get a farewell meal after completing the paperwork. They can't even squeeze into the cafeteria. Look..."
Manager Huang's face darkened.
Yes, it’s okay once or twice, but if it happens every time, I’ll have to give you special treatment every time.
Moreover, everyone has to cook their own meals, which makes it very inconvenient to manage the canteen.
"Everyone, I'm so sorry."
Manager Huang picked up the loudspeaker with a serious expression and turned to announce to everyone.
"Starting tomorrow, the minced meat noodles in our cafeteria will only be available to bereaved families."
"Think about it, everyone here is facing the greatest adversity of their life. Please put yourself in their shoes. We should be more considerate of the families of those who have passed away. Please be considerate of each other."
After saying that, Manager Huang bowed to the urn.
"I'm sorry for disturbing the old man's peace."
For a moment, the cafeteria suddenly became quiet.
Everyone has their own thoughts.
Especially for those diners who rushed over after hearing the news, hearing this was like being struck by lightning.
What's the meaning?
Not allowing outsiders to eat, is this human language?
It’s okay to eat one less bite.
As the minced meat noodles were served, the fat man stood there in a daze, a little confused.
The old lady was quick-witted and quick-handed.
He took the bowl tremblingly, tears welling up in his cloudy eyes.
"Thank you. Thank you."
The atmosphere was set here, and many diners felt a little emotional.
Someone walked to the fried rice window and gave his place to the bereaved family members behind him.
"Um. Do you have any fried rice left?"
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Chef Kong, who was helping, quickly responded, "Would you like some Yangzhou fried rice? It's with ham and shrimp!"
"Give me one." The diner took out his meal ticket. "Actually, a bowl of fried rice would be nice too."
Someone also went to the water dispenser to pour a cup of hot water for the old lady.
The fat man looked at this scene and suddenly his face turned red with embarrassment.
In fact, it is everyone’s duty not to give themselves privileges.
He wiped away his tears, remembering what his father always said: there are still many good people in this world.
He didn't believe it then, but he does now.
The old lady was also a little excited. She sat at the table, holding the bowl of noodles.
"Old man, try it. It's hot."
Just picked up a chopstick of noodles, tears fell into the soup, "You always say you want to eat now now"
The fat man walked over and gently put his arm around his mother's shoulders.
"Dad, take your time eating. Mom, don't be too sad."
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(End of this chapter)
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