"How delicious is it?"
The noodles in her mouth were sour and refreshing, soft and slippery, chewy, sour, salty and spicy, with a hint of flavor. The flavors gradually developed and caught her taste buds at once.
Both the noodles and the ingredients absorb a lot of flavor from the seasonings.
It's heavy but not salty, spicy and tasty. The crispy vegetables taste completely different from the noodles, but they are mixed together to enrich the taste. The overall taste is immediately spicy and refreshing.
The shredded chicken was very thin and tasted fresh and tender. It was completely different from the shredded chicken cold noodles she had eaten before.
And after one bite, the overall texture of the cold noodles turned out to be dry, fragrant and oily.
It doesn't have the feeling of eating wet noodles soaked in wet soup. It's amazing, but it's very fragrant.
It was the first time for a woman to eat such delicious cold noodles.
In an instant, the anger I felt when I saw my husband not coming home from get off work and eating alone out completely dissipated.
If there were such delicious cold noodles downstairs in her company, she might not be able to resist it.
"You are feeding too slowly, I will eat it myself."
The woman took the cold noodles directly from her husband's hand and started eating them with big mouthfuls.
The greedy Wang Yanghui kept swallowing. The smell of spicy and sour food would make his mouth salivate and salivate. He was hungry just thinking about it.
"Let's go buy another bowl. I originally wanted to bring it to you, but you usually lose weight at night. I was afraid of ruining your plan, so I didn't bring it."
Wang Yanghui silently tried to make up for himself, otherwise he would not be able to cope with eating alone.
"Hurry up. The child is asleep at home and no one is watching. I'm worried."
"If you ask me, your company doesn't have much overtime pay. What's the point of working overtime? It's better to go home early and help your children with their homework. You don't know how miserable I am when I help my children with homework at night. I'm so angry that I want to beat my child. You know Be lazy."
Wang Yanghui looked like he was being scolded, nodding his head to everything he said, but never saying he would get off work early.
"This cold noodles is delicious. The boss only opens the stall at ten o'clock in the evening. If I go home and come here, why bother with the whole trip? I might as well work overtime to earn dozens of dollars in overtime pay and buy cold noodles for you after get off work, right? .”
The woman made sense when she heard it. The cold noodles were indeed delicious.
"Can we set up a stall in Ziyuan Building?"
The woman who followed the boss into the park looked at Lin Zhou who was setting up a stall at the entrance of the building, and was very confused.
"No way. I heard from my colleagues that there is someone above the boss who used the back door. It must have something to do with it, otherwise he would have been driven away by the security guard."
"Yes, I see there isn't even a supermarket or convenience store downstairs in your building, so why would there be such a thing as a roadside stall?"
There were several people lined up in front of Lin Zhou's stall.
Wang Yanghui first took his wife to wait at his colleague's table while he queued up.
"Brothers and sisters are here, come and try the braised food. It goes very well with cold noodles and beer."
"No, I drove here, so I can't drink."
"There's no drink then. I'll go outside and buy you some drinks."
"No, no, no, I can eat spicy food. There is drink in the car, no need to buy it."
With their family members present, the topics Ding Su and others talked about were somewhat restrained, and they mainly focused on the topic of their good relationship as a couple.
"My sister-in-law is still here to pick me up after get off work. It's not like we all ride back by ourselves."
"No, I have to take a taxi back after drinking, hehe."
The woman smiled and didn't know what to say, so she could only take big mouthfuls of cold noodles. The more she ate, the better she felt.
It was so spicy that even the bad mood of helping my children with their homework at night disappeared.
After a while, Wang Yanghui came back with another piece of cold noodles. A group of people gathered around the table and after eating, they went back to their homes.
When he left, he greeted Lin Zhou warmly.
"Boss, let's go. The cold noodles are so delicious!"
"By the way, don't forget the cool skin that the boss promised me."
"See you tomorrow, boss."
Lin Yiyi smiled and waved goodbye to them.
These days, he watched the diners who had been working all day come to the stall with their tired bodies, eat the cold noodles, and leave as if they were resurrected with blood. He really felt a sense of healing.
He saw in this group of diners the healing power of food.
Food is really the most cost-effective healing act.
For example, when they are stressed, some people like to eat spicy food to vent their emotions.
Some people like to eat something sweet to relieve their mood.
Or after working for a week, treat yourself to a good meal on your day off.
Not everyone is unhappy and has the ability to go shopping in the mall or travel abroad to relax.
If life wants to continue, then the only way is to make yourself happy for a short time through this delicious food, so as to achieve balance and heal yourself.
Lin Zhou never understood why those diners would go to such great lengths to find him just to eat when they couldn't find him.
Don't you feel tired after queuing for so long?
Only now does he understand what his food means to those who eat it.
He thought he understood the meaning of setting up his own stall.
When something finds meaning, the core it represents is completely different.
When it comes to cooking, it may have been just for eating, completing tasks, and getting rewards.
Now looking at the smiles of the diners after eating the food he cooked, Lin Zhou also felt the significance of setting up his own stall.
"Be careful on the road, see you tomorrow."
...
After selling the last portion of cold noodles, Lin Zhou packed up his things and prepared to close the stall.
The time came to around 11 o'clock.
The whole building is much quieter than during the day.
Lin Zhou rode the tricycle to his garage, then moved all the used kitchen utensils to the trolley and returned to the top floor.
"Boss, let me clean up. It's getting late. You should go to bed early."
Dadong was waiting at the door after receiving a message from the front desk saying that the boss had closed the stall.
As soon as the elevator door opened, Lin Zhou took the trolley in his hand.
"Let's clean up tomorrow and get off work early."
Maybe Lin Zhou was also a worker in the past and had no intention of exploiting his employees as a boss.
All that is required of his subordinates is to complete the work assigned to him.
The rest of the time he was very talkative.
The employees are not fools. They have to ask the boss to squeeze them. When they meet a boss who is easy to talk to, they almost wake up laughing in their dreams.
In order to stay working under such a good boss, everyone works harder.
Only by working hard and sharing the boss's worries can the boss remain standing.
You have to work anyway, and of course you have to work under a good boss.
So sometimes sincerity really has an unexpected effect.
"Don't worry, boss. The staff lounge on the top floor has also been cleaned up. I will go directly to rest after cleaning up. If you need anything, just call me and I will come right away."
Dadong follows Lin Zhou these days and has the most contact with him. He has almost become Lin Zhou's assistant.
Lin Zhou nodded helplessly.
He still can't understand the fact that his employees always like to work like chicken blood, changing from villa to building.
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(I have only written three chapters, and I will make up for the remaining two chapters when I wake up. I have been revising the article all night and haven’t finished it yet. The story about the errand boy at the fried chicken stall I saw many people thought was inappropriate, so I changed it. , it’s my first time writing a book on Tomato, and I can’t figure out everyone’s preferences in reading articles, but I will read the comments, and if there are any questions, I will correct them in time. Thank you very much for the gifts~)
