Chapter 184 Where is Taoshan?

Chapter 184 Where is Taoshan?

“Let’s talk about it carefully.

Lin Zhou took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and handed them over.

96𝔰𝔥𝔲.𝔫𝔢𝔱]

Melon seeds are a must-have snack for Lin Zhou when fishing, and a good thing to pass the time.

Zhang Jianjun was amused by Lin Zhou, so he took it and described it while eating melon seeds.

"That's right, after the engagement, Qianqian went to the company to work as an assistant to Mingyuan."

Lin Yiyi's eyes widened when he heard this. How is this different from the plot in an idol drama?

"Then what?"

"..."

On the other side, Qi Liangping and his parents also returned from Koucheng.

I originally planned to play for one day, but ended up staying until the 2nd.

In the evening, the family of three went to eat cold noodles. During the day, they wandered around various places in Koucheng, which was very leisurely.

This simple change of city and stay for a few days feels quite relaxing.

I also bought a lot of local specialties.

After carrying all the bags home, Qi Liang lay down on the sofa tiredly.

Then he saw his parents packing their things and quickly got up to help.

"I have to pack it as soon as I get home. Let me rest for a while. I will do it. This bag is very heavy..."

By the time they were done, the family of three were very tired and didn't want to cook anymore, so they just ordered takeout.

"Hey, I haven't eaten any cold noodles this week."

When I was hungry, the taste of cold noodles came to my mind again, and I couldn't help but swallow.

I haven't gotten tired of eating it for several days, and I feel uncomfortable when I think about not being able to eat it anymore.

I don’t know if Boss Lin will make a comeback one day.

In the game, there are return games in order to make money. I hope Boss Lin can learn from this. He is sure that there will be a large number of fans willing to spend money.

Thinking of this, Qi Liangping thought of the scarf he had given out last night and had been so busy eating later that he forgot about it.

Now click on the backend and you will see where the message exploded, 99+.

"I go!"

Qi Liangping looked at the post he had posted about Boss Lin's cold noodle stall. It had received thousands of likes overnight, with more comments than likes, and a bunch of private messages, followed by @.

How crazy.

I carefully read through the private messages and comments. They were all asking questions such as where Boss Lin set up a stall and whether the cold noodles are delicious.

It's already Monday, and he handed out the scarves in the middle of the night. Many people only got them the next day when the heat got hotter.

Everyone was envious of his good luck.

Then Qi Liangping also discovered that the dozens of Boss Lin fan groups he added were still small and unorganized fan groups.

Now a large crowd came to pull him away.

After counting, there are diners at Boss Lin’s steamed bun stall, diners at Boss Lin’s fried chicken stall, diners at Boss Lin’s braised pork roll stall, etc.

Emotionally, these fans work on their own, one stall per group, right?

It's because he is ignorant. He didn't expect that the fans at a roadside stall would be like a rice circle, with a large number of diners.

Among them, he was most impressed by the group of diners at the steamed bun stall. He directly spent money to attract people. It was very formal. When joining the group, he had to fill in information and so on.

He was willing to share information, and he was paid handsomely.

Qi Liangping's heart suddenly turned towards the bun stall, and he threw himself into Fang Jun's arms without hesitation.

Yes, Fang Jun, as the group leader, directly went to recruit people personally after getting the news.

He wants to win over every lucky person who can find Boss Lin's position. What if one of them is lucky enough to meet Boss Lin later?

Businessmen must prepare for a rainy day!

"Believe me, you made the right choice. Add a Weixin letter and let's talk slowly."

...

At nine o'clock in the evening, when Lin Zhou returned home with a full fish basket, Butler Sun had already prepared the ingredients needed for the wonton stall.

When he left the stall at 12 o'clock, Lin Zhou specially set the alarm clock and came back early to prepare.

By the way, where is Taoshan?

I don't know. Lin Zhou didn't take it seriously even though he had system navigation.

Come out from the shower and simmer the soup first.

Take two pork tube bones and two beef bones, add some ginger and green onions, and throw them directly into a stainless steel iron pot with dozens of liters to cook.

There is no blood foam on fresh bones. Just skim off the foam after boiling.

The rest of the time is kneading the dough and chopping the stuffing.

Clean the fresh pork and cut it into small pieces. Then take a pair of knives and mince the fat and lean pork into minced meat.

The wontons must be filled with pure meat. The filling is made with water soaked with onion, ginger, garlic, and pepper. The onion and ginger are not included, but the flavor can be removed very well.

Pour the water into the minced meat in batches, stir with chopsticks in one direction until the water is absorbed, and then add more.

Stir until the meat filling is plump, sticky and fragrant.

The dough and meat filling were ready, and Lin Zhou started wrapping.

When the soup stock is almost ready, we start packing up and getting ready to go.

The preparations took a total of two hours. The route was unfamiliar, so Lin Zhou set aside sufficient time to set off.

Click on the system task, select the location navigation, and Lin Zhou sets off.

Half an hour later, as he rode the increasingly remote route, he felt something was wrong.

The road to set up stalls under the bridge was not so remote before.

There was no one on the road while riding.

And it doesn’t look like there are any mountains in front.

I don't know if it was his imagination, but the road was quiet, and even the street lights were not that bright.

Lin Zhou was not very courageous. He took a look at the system map after riding for a while, fearing that the route was wrong and he would get lost.

Unfortunately, the navigation shows that the location is just ahead!

Lin Zhou plucked up the courage to speed up and rushed to the destination in one go.

Then he looked at the graves in front of him and fell into deep thought.

No, system, you are sick!

At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, you asked me to sell wontons in the graves?

Who is he selling to?

There are graves all around, and there is no light.

Lin Zhou has never felt that the lights on his stall are so bright.

At least there is light on his stall, so he is not too scared.

But he is still scared!

Lin Zhou got off the tricycle, and his legs were shaking a little.

Maybe the wind is too cold.

The slightest movement around him will make his heart beat faster.

He has received the mission, but there is no one in this damn place. How can he sell a hundred bowls of wontons?

At this moment, Lin Zhou encountered the biggest trouble since he set up the stall.

He worked hard all night, stewing soup, kneading dough, and chopping stuffing.

It is one thing to waste if it cannot be sold. At worst, he can eat it himself, but the mission will fail!

There is no giving up in Lin Zhou's dictionary.

He sat on the tricycle, and before he even opened his stall, he started to think of a solution.

First of all, in this place, in the middle of the night, there was no one except him.

In order to complete the task, someone had to come to eat.

Where to find people?

Lin Zhou took out his mobile phone, looked at his few WeChat friends, and felt that it would not work.

Then he suddenly thought of the group of old diners!

So he started to check the video posts in the same city looking for him.

He also temporarily created a small account to find some netizens who were still awake at this time and left comments a few minutes ago to reply.

For example, this person with the nickname "The Beloved Child of the God of Wealth" is obviously his customer.

Commented ten minutes ago...