On the other side, Yao Chao and others who went back together after eating the wontons were all very worried.
Today is the 5th and tomorrow will be the 6th. The holiday is coming to an end.
They have to go to class on the 7th.
It means you have to go back tomorrow.
Oh my God!
Meng Tao collapsed first.
"Ah, I just had a meal and I have to go back? Can I go back to school a few days later?"
"Don't tell me that Boss Lin sets up the stall on a weekly basis. It's only Friday on the 6th, and there are still two days to go. If we leave, we won't be able to eat!"
As expected of a college student, he can calculate clearly.
Yao Chao gave him a helpless look, "Do you think the instructor can agree if all of us don't go back?"
"All right."
You don’t need to think about this problem to know that it will definitely not work.
"But I just got a taste of it. I have to go back to school tomorrow. Isn't this going to kill me?"
Meng Tao couldn't help but salivate when he thought of those delicious little wontons.
It’s so delicious!
I have never seen small wontons with such thin skin, and I have never experienced the smooth and tender texture. There is a swishing sensation from the tip of the tongue, and it slides into the stomach through chewing.
The texture and taste are outstanding.
It's so fresh that I have nothing to say, and I can't help but be speechless.
The deliciousness doubled when I thought about not being able to eat it after returning to school.
What you don’t get is always the best.
"It's better to buy tickets first. Otherwise, if you can't buy tickets, you won't be able to return to school on time, and you will be in trouble."
"I heard that the usual grades will be deducted."
"Buy a ticket, buy a ticket."
"I think Boss Lin went to Koucheng to set up a stall before. It would be great if he could set up a stall near our university, hehe."
"What you think is quite beautiful."
...
Lin Zhou came home early in the morning, washed up and lay on the bed. When he clicked on dy, he saw another news explosion in the background of his trumpet.
What's going on?
He hasn't spoken online recently.
Then I clicked on it and saw that it was all apologetic.
"Brother, I was wrong. I shouldn't have called you a liar. Boss Lin actually set up a stall in Taoshan this week!"
"It's because I'm blind and I missed the real news."
"Brother, I'm here to apologize to you. I shouldn't have scolded you."
"..."
Lin Zhou couldn't help laughing when he saw these reversed remarks.
Then I went back through these comments and saw that the account I used to deceive netizens had become a private account.
"Hahahaha, I'm laughing so hard!"
Chen Daliang didn't see the news in the group until he returned home. He knew that someone had found Boss Lin's location through live broadcast, and now the news was exposed.
For a moment, he thought of the words he had replied at that time.
I was so frightened that I quickly opened DY, but my account was still blocked.
The crowd was all scolding him.
Chen Daliang was so frightened that he set up a private account.
When he responded to the message, he didn't think much about it. He just thought about not letting more people come to compete for food.
I never thought that the day would come when I would be exposed.
Now he has to hide his identity, otherwise if he is caught by these deceived netizens, it will not be a matter of being scolded, but he may be beaten.
When he thought that if he was deceived by others, it was the delicacies cooked by Boss Lin, he would be so angry that he would chase that person and scold him for several streets.
But now the person who does such a thing is himself.
Then I can only cover my vest and remain silent.
...
At seven o'clock in the evening the next day, a group of people had gathered in Taoshan and were waiting.
Some brought blankets, sat on the floor, and even took out mahjong to play mahjong on the spot.
There are also those who bring flashlights to use as lights.
Everyone found their own place to pass the time, but Lin Zhou's stall location was better to place an object in one place to occupy the space.
"Today is Friday, the week goes by so fast."
"No, it's already the 6th, and the vacation is over in the blink of an eye."
"It's okay. Boss Lin will set up a stall at 12 o'clock this week. You can still come and eat after get off work."
"It depends on the situation. This National Day is celebrated together with the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday. When I get to work, there is not a lot of work waiting for me."
"Hey, I actually envy Boss Lin. He is so good at his craftsmanship and still has freedom. I heard that he is already financially free. Setting up a stall is just a hobby. He doesn't care whether the business is good or not, or where he wants to go."
"Indeed, Boss Lin's way of setting up the stall really doesn't care whether we live or die."
"The main thing is that my craftsmanship is good, but the food I cook is not enough to sell. How can I manage so many diners?"
"Hey~ I'm crazy!"
"Tsk, it was too dark and I couldn't see clearly, otherwise I would definitely win this one."
"Nonsense, you can beat me."
...
On the other side, Ma Ming saw that it was getting late and was about to go out to eat wontons.
What the diner said to him yesterday, that as many people are watching as there are people grabbing for it, it left such a deep impact on him that in his dreams at night he was fighting for food with the fans.
He couldn't sleep well the whole time.
As soon as he walked out of the room, he saw his parents sitting in the living room waiting for him.
"Mom and Dad, are you still awake?"
Ma Ming stopped and asked.
"Don't you like to eat the food cooked by that boss Lin? My parents will accompany you to try it. It's been a long time since our family of three went out to eat."
Ma Mu changed into a silk long-sleeved dress that she would normally be reluctant to wear.
Ma Ming remembers that he bought this with one month's salary and gave it to his mother as a Mother's Day gift.
Then after my mother received it, she said that he didn't know how to plan and spent money lavishly. One piece of clothing used up one month's salary, so how would he live in the future?
He could no longer remember the specific details. He only remembered that he was very angry at the time and felt that his mother did not understand him. He would never buy anything for her again in the future.
Later, he really didn't buy anything anymore.
My mother has never worn this dress.
I didn’t expect to wear it today.
Unable to tell what he was feeling, Ma Ming smiled and nodded.
"You have to queue for a long time to eat the food cooked by Boss Lin. It's late. Aren't you going to sleep?"
"It's okay, parents are not sleepy."
Along the way, a family of three stayed in a car, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was quiet and depressing.
Ma Ming looked out the window in a daze.
He didn't think about anything, just emptied his head and enjoyed the silence.
When they arrived at Taoshan, they felt the lively atmosphere outside even before they even descended from the mountain.
"Hey, are there so many people at night?"
Ma Ming and the others arrived at just after eight o'clock.
Dozens of people had gathered around Taoshan, and the dark place was filled with beams of light.
The horse's father and mother looked around curiously.
Affected by the on-site environment, the atmosphere of their family of three has also improved a lot.
Ma Mu curiously asked Ma Ming, "Are these all here to wait for Boss Lin?"
Ma Ming nodded and replied: "Yes."
Ma Mu's eyes widened in surprise, "Isn't the food made by Boss Lin delicious?"
Ma Ming then remembered that he had eaten braised pork rolls so many times, but he never brought one to his parents to try.
At this moment, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and my tone of voice became much softer.
"It's delicious. Mom and Dad, you guys should try it later. The food made by Boss Lin is really delicious. How can I describe it? It has a charm that makes people happy. The moment you eat it, all your worries are gone. Just The feeling of pleasure brought by the leftover food is wonderful..."
Speaking of the delicious food cooked by Boss Lin, Ma Ming seemed to have opened up a chatterbox and started describing it eloquently.
...
(My stomach has been feeling uncomfortable for the past two days, so I haven’t given much more. Please give me free power generation with love. I didn’t ask for it yesterday, and the gift was four-fifths less than the day before yesterday. You can watch power generation with love three times. I don’t want it three times, just once. ＞﹏＜）
