"Everyone, make way, make way. You have to let us park the tricycle so we can unload our things."
Zhao Liang parked his motorcycle in the corner and rushed into the crowd without stopping.
Gu Lin raised his voice and said, "I brought a lot of cold noodles today. Don't worry, I'll get them soon after queuing up."
Mu Tiande followed Gu Lin. His hands and feet were very nimble and he had things arranged in a short time.
When the lid of the pot of red chili oil was lifted, everyone yelled.
"Boss, your chili oil looks delicious."
"That's it! That's it! The chili oil from other stores is not spicy at all. It tastes spicy and I can't taste anything else. I'm just craving for your cold noodles."
"Boss, you finally came back to save my dog's life. If you don't come back, I will starve and lose weight."
As a prospective high school student, Xiaomei ran to the front the moment Gu Lin rode the tricycle and became the first buyer today.
Her classmates and deskmates were shouting nearby.
"Ahhhhhh, Xiaomei, buy some more shredded chicken cold noodles. The pillow I was thinking about last night was wet with saliva."
The crowd burst into laughter, and of course there were echoes.
"Not only last night, I have been thinking about it for the past half month."
"I thought about a bowl of wolf-toothed potatoes for a week, and finally I went back to the village and asked my parents to cook a pot of them, but no matter how I tasted them, they didn't taste like the ones you made, boss."
Mu Tiande was shocked when he saw them holding up money and stretching their necks to buy something, and then he felt very proud.
Look at his granddaughter, setting up a food stall is so popular.
The old man's eyes narrowed with joy.
Gu Lin even raised the corners of his lips and said, "Our chili oil was developed by my wife, who spent a long time researching it bit by bit."
"Oh, boss, stop praising your wife, hurry up and make cold noodles."
Although Mu Tiande has never read a book, he used to earn points from the commune to support his wife and children, which trained him to be particularly sensitive to numbers.
So today he is also responsible for finding money.
Zhao Liang was guarding his cold shrimp stall as usual, and was very busy in the early morning.
After more than ten days, Gu Lin picked up the small pot again and mixed bowl after bowl of cold noodles. He suddenly felt very calm, thinking about Muning's face and hands becoming a little faster.
"Hey! The boss's hand speed is pretty good!"
After Xiaomei and her classmates chattered for a while, they shouted, "Boss, I want ten bowls of shredded chicken cold noodles. Just pack them without mixing. I'll take them to school to eat."
"That student girl, you want ten bowls of cold noodles so early in the morning. You have to push yourself to the hospital so you don't have to go to school."
Xiaomei is an outgoing girl, so she turned around and answered, "Uncle, I brought this for my classmates. Besides, I'm growing tall. How can I study if I don't eat more?"
"You guys in line in front of you, please take it easy. Don't wait for us. You won't even see a drop of chili oil."
"Don't worry, don't worry, there are plenty of cold noodles."
Xiaomei’s classmate ran away with shredded chicken noodles. When she arrived at school, the students who looked at her stared at her.
"Ah ah ah, when I saw you came so late, I knew you must have gone to buy cold noodles. Sure enough, give me my share!"
When a row of students stood in the corridor holding rice bowls, Baofeng inhaled the numbing and spicy cold noodles.
Students in other classes couldn't help but poke their heads in to see where the smell was coming from.
Even the director, who had just eaten a steamed bun, drooled suspiciously at the smell.
"What does this smell like? Why does it smell so good?"
I had just eaten breakfast, but my stomach growled again when I smelled this smell.
Everyone swore without crying, "I must go out and buy a bowl of shredded chicken cold noodles at noon."
Xiaofang is a college student who has just joined the county government, but he has not yet adapted to the change of status.
The leader actually asked him to receive foreign guests alone because of his good English.
At that time, he took over the job with trepidation and sincerity, but soon he was afraid that he would offend the foreign guests if he did something wrong, and what if the job would be gone?
So at first Xiaofang took the foreign guests to eat in Western restaurants and high-end hotels, but his reaction was mediocre and he had no particular favorite or preference for what he liked to eat.
Especially recently, I don’t know what’s going on. The foreign guests don’t want to eat, saying they are not accustomed to the local environment.
This was his first job and he couldn't screw it up. He was so anxious that he wandered around the streets early in the morning.
What should I buy for breakfast this morning?
steamed stuffed bun? Xiao Fang shook his head.
Soy milk fried dough sticks? I just ate it two days ago.
How about dumplings? When Xiao Fang was about to enter the dumpling shop, he heard a roar.
Gu Lin's cold noodle stall now had a prominent package. It was obvious that a bowl of cold noodles with shredded chicken had been prepared. He didn't intend to leave, but started eating in front of everyone.
When he finished a mouthful of cold noodles, he smacked his lips and said loudly, "Oh, this mouthful is so refreshing. I feel like I can eat ten bowls in one sitting."
This made the people in line salivate for three thousand feet, and they immediately started to boo.
"Pull it down, you won't be afraid of dying after eating ten bowls."
There was a chubby little guy in the crowd. He took three yuan and replied in a coquettish voice, "It's worth it to die from such delicious cold noodles."
"Hahaha... You know nothing about this little brat. There are so many delicious things that you haven't eaten yet. It's not worth it to eat a bowl of cold noodles."
"Oh, anyway, I don't want to give you anything in exchange for cold noodles this summer. I just don't like this one."
One conspicuous bag fell, and more conspicuous bags stood up.
The old man, who had been picking his feet all day long and enjoying a mouthful of cold noodles, also took a bowl and started to eat it casually.
"Ahhhhhh... I can't stand it! Boss! Hurry up, I feel like I'm going to starve to death in the square."
Xiao Fang was observing for a long time and smelled the alluring smell of chili oil. His mouth began to salivate unconsciously, and he was inexplicably pushed to the back of the queue.
When he bought cold noodles, he just asked for two bowls when Gu Lin raised his head and shouted.
"I'm sorry, there's only one bowl of cold noodles left. Everyone, come at noon."
Others complained, but Xiao Fang didn't hear it. Instead, he touched his chest and said, "Fortunately, I bought it."
But when he arrived at the hotel door for foreign guests with cold noodles in hand, he hesitated. Did he really want to give such simple cold noodles to foreign guests?
Otherwise, he should go to a Western restaurant to pack a steak or vegetable salad.
Xiao Fang turned around and wanted to leave the hotel, but the door opened. The foreign guest was an old man with white eyes and blue eyes.
He is here for investment inspection.
In fact, he is very important, but he has a quirk before investing and doesn't like too many people disturbing him.
Therefore, even if the county government leaders were so anxious that their mouths were blistering, they would not dare to send people over to take care of him casually.
The old man ate a plate of vegetable salad yesterday and was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. He originally planned to go out to buy something to eat, but as soon as he opened the door, he smelled an attractive smell.
"Oh my god, you bought breakfast why didn't you knock on the door?"
Xiao Fang drowsily handed a bowl of extremely simple cold noodles to the foreign guests.
I thought he would throw it into the trash can after taking one bite, but he was shocked and amazed, and words of praise kept flying out of his mouth.
"OMG! So this is Chinese food. Why did you take me to eat that smelly dog shit before?"
Xiaofang is confused...
no? Don’t you foreigners just like to eat steak? Why are you criticizing your own food?
The foreign guest enjoyed a bowl of cold noodles and said he wanted to meet the boss.
How could Xiaofang not be satisfied?
But when he brought the foreign guests to the square at six o'clock in the evening and looked at the food stalls on the third floor and the third floor, he was dumbfounded.
What is the magic of this food stall? Why are there so many people here?
The reason why the food stall in the evening was so popular was because Muning brought the pot and briquette stove to the square and showed everyone the charm of crayfish on the spot.
The aroma of spicy crayfish and garlic crayfish followed the stir-frying in the big pot, and there was a "crack" sound as soon as the seasoning was poured in.
The delicious and spicy smell floated into the hearts of everyone nearby.
"Oh my God, what the hell is this? I'm crying out loud."
