The people at Boss Lin’s bun stall’s diners did a good job of keeping things confidential.
In addition, Lin Zhou had guests, so he didn't worry about whether the task could be completed, so he didn't fool the diners online.
So I know that there are really not many people Lin Zhou is setting up a stall in Taoshan this week.
At least, Ma Ming, who gave up becoming a monk for braised pork rolls, didn’t know.
As the popularity passed, Ma Ming's live broadcast room did not have the tens of thousands of people watching before, but there were still thousands of people watching each live broadcast.
Everyone quite likes his love for Buddhism and his live broadcast method that is pure and devoid of desires.
It can be regarded as an alternative live chat room.
He also realized his wish to earn money to support himself at home without going out to work.
After his parents confirmed that he had no intention of becoming a monk, they felt that making money through live streaming was not serious business after all. Since he didn't want to go out to work, they took the exam to become a civil servant or something.
Ma Ming's mood, which had just recovered, started to get irritated again.
In addition, since Lin Zhou stopped selling braised pork rolls in Changzhong Temple and could not eat delicious braised pork rolls, his life was boring.
"It's getting late, it's past 12 o'clock, I have to stop broadcasting, and all the donors should go to bed early."
Ma Ming sighed leisurely and prepared to go off the air.
Fans in the live broadcast room saw that Ma Ming had been in a low mood recently, and the time he spent knocking on wooden fish had become longer. They all wondered if he wanted to go home again because he couldn't eat Boss Lin's braised pork rolls.
"Anchor, do you want to become a monk again? Looking at your live broadcasts in the past few days, you look like you are going to become a monk at any time."
"No, I used to have a lot of smiles on my face, and I would ask for gifts while chatting, but recently I have no desire anymore."
"Hey, I'm almost depressed because I can't eat the delicious food cooked by Boss Lin. I look for Boss Lin in my dreams every day, but I can't find him."
"No, Boss Lin's stall is so mysterious that you can't even touch it."
Ma's father and mother next door, who had been using their mobile phones to secretly watch their son's live broadcast, were shocked by these remarks.
It seems that this is indeed the case. My son has been eating less recently and only eats vegetarian food.
I usually don’t talk at home, so I just sit in my room and live broadcast Buddha worship.
They spoke and received no response.
"Lao Ma, do you think your son wants to become a monk again because he can't eat braised pork rolls, as netizens said?"
The horse mother poked her husband next to her and asked with a worried look on her face.
"Just in case, I'll take a day off tomorrow to look for it and see if I can buy it."
Father Ma was also a little skeptical.
As long as the son does not become a monk, find a good job, get married and have children, then they will have nothing to ask for in their lifetime as parents.
If this man's son really wants to become a monk, the Ma family will be cut off.
How will he explain to his father when he gets down there?
The old horse was very worried.
Now as long as his son doesn't become a monk, he has to find a way to get back all the delicacies, let alone braised pork rolls.
"Okay, let's just say that."
"Then child, why is he disobedient? He said he couldn't go out to work, so we agreed. We have nothing to do at home. He could just take the civil service exam. He has to pray to Buddha all day long and do some live broadcast."
Ma Mu looked at the message that the live broadcast had ended on the mobile phone interface and couldn't help but complain.
"It's as if we as parents would harm him."
"When children are older, it's normal to have their own ideas. Don't worry too much. If you worry too much, you'll end up quarreling."
Father Ma didn't think there was anything wrong with the live broadcast. He usually watched live broadcasts and made quite a lot of money.
"Yes, yes, you are a good person, go to sleep."
After staying up until now, Ma Mu was so sleepy that she turned off her mobile phone and turned her back to sleep.
Lao Ma sighed helplessly, as he really couldn't get any favors from both sides.
The next day, Lao Ma came outside Changzhong Temple early in the morning and asked the vendors who also set up stalls on the street about braised pork rolls.
The vendors around here, since they stopped selling their stalls in Linzhou, have to be questioned every day, which is annoying to death.
"The Braised Pork Roll stall has moved to another location and hasn't been here for two weeks."
The vendor explained helplessly.
He didn't know how many times he said this.
Lao Ma sensed the vendor's impatience, so he first smoked a cigarette, then bought something at the stall, and then the vendor became enthusiastic.
Lao Ma didn't need to ask, everything was explained in detail.
"There have been a lot of people coming to this street looking for braised pork rolls recently. I heard that this owner is quite famous in this city. You can search for it at night."
"I heard that the stalls are set up in different places every week. There is no fixed place. You will definitely not be able to find people here and you will have to look elsewhere."
Lao Ma smiled and said thanks.
I didn’t expect that finding a braised pork roll stall would be so troublesome.
Why!
After returning home with the news, Lao Ma looked at his son who was still awake and searched the Internet for news about Boss Lin alone.
Posts one by one, find them by date.
It took my eyes a long time to find some recent news.
Some netizens said that Boss Lin was setting up a stall in Koucheng, and last week he went to the Ziyuan Building in Koucheng. They couldn't find Boss Lin in this city, so he was probably still setting up a stall in Koucheng.
Then some netizens said that Boss Lin is setting up a stall in Taoshan this week and so on.
He wrote down the useful information and planned to show it to his son when he woke up. Anyway, he was idle at home, so he might as well go out to find Boss Lin. If he had something to do, he wouldn't want to become a monk.
...
After Lin Zhou woke up in the afternoon, he lay lazily on the sofa, too lazy to move.
This week's reversed schedule meant that he woke up in the afternoon every day. Even if he slept for eight hours, he still had no energy.
"Sir, aren't you going fishing today?"
Butler Sun had seen Lin Zhou's obsession with fishing during that time.
After returning from Koucheng, although Lin Zhou made several fishing appointments with Pan Yuan and Uncle Zhang, he did not go there every day, and would only come back after fishing for a few hours.
I'm not as addicted as before.
"It's boring. You can catch fish just by flicking the fishing rod. There are no surprises at all."
Lin Zhou turned over in boredom, curled his lips and said.
Butler Sun:......
The way your husband talks, it's no wonder he doesn't have many friends.
These words are unacceptable.
"Then why don't you go watch a movie? I've packed up the home theater upstairs and installed a starry sky ceiling."
When Lin Zhou heard this, he became interested.
Private cinema? Starry Sky Top?
He hasn't seen it yet, so he can have it.
Lin Zhou went upstairs and took a look. He thought it was pretty good. He immediately found a comedy and started watching it.
Butler Sun also thoughtfully prepared afternoon tea and served it.
Lin Zhou took a sip of Coke and couldn't help but sigh.
There is no boring time in the life of a rich person. If you have money, you can always find fun.
The villa was made so comfortable by Butler Sun that he no longer wanted to go out.
The movie-watching experience is much better than in a movie theater.
It feels like immersing yourself in a movie.
Lin Zhou came out after watching a movie, and it was dinner time.
He cooked dinner himself and called Uncle Zhang, who was alone at home, to come over for dinner.
The day passed like this.
In the evening, food was prepared and served at the stall.
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