Chapter 218 Grandma, you have no moral principles!

Chapter 218 Grandma, you have no moral principles!

"I guess it will be our turn in half an hour.

Regular diners have extensive experience with queues.

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Just by looking at the number of people in front of you, you can empirically deduce the length of the queue.

"That's okay."

Aunt Ge felt relieved and continued to wait in the queue.

She was not surprised that there were so many people lining up for the fried skewers stall.

She also ate the fried skewers. They tasted really delicious, but she couldn't make them anyway.

If the food outside were so delicious, even if she was stingy, she would still be willing to spend the money.

"My grandson ate this fried skewers once and kept clamoring for it. He came late yesterday and couldn't get any."

The old diners thought to themselves that if Boss Lin hadn't sent someone another ingredient today, they might still not be able to buy it given their backwardness.

As a fan, he knows how crazy Boss Lin's fans are.

Especially those who don't have to work and still have money. They have money and leisure, and they often occupy the front position of Boss Lin's stall.

Everyone was very excited to eat the delicacies cooked by Boss Lin.

"Then your house will still be noisy in the future."

Aunt Ge:?

Aunt Ge's expression changed, and just as she was about to speak, she heard the old diner speak again.

"The owner who sells fried skewers will only sell it for one week in one place, and the next week he will move to another place to sell other food, so he won't be able to eat it anymore, and your grandson will probably have to make noise every day."

"Huh? Is there still such a thing?"

This was the first time for Aunt Ge to see such a way of setting up a stall, and she couldn't believe it.

"real or fake?"

"Why did I lie to you? You'll know if you see Boss Lin here next week."

Aunt Ge paused, feeling like she didn't want to believe it, but she had to believe it.

"Then where to find it?"

"It depends on your luck. Pay more attention to Boss Lin's news in the same city."

After talking, the old diners thought of Lin Zhou's experience of setting up a stall in the next city, and changed the city to the Internet.

"It's so troublesome."

Aunt Ge is over sixty, so how can she do this?

But I also remembered what the old diners said, and planned to wait for my son and daughter-in-law to come back in the evening and let them do it.

...

The second batch of ingredients didn’t last long and was sold out before 11:30.

I can only say sorry to the diners who didn't get it later.

"I blame me for being late. Boss Lin sent people to deliver ingredients today, but I still didn't catch up."

This generation of diners knows how to take advantage of retreat.

Look at this pitiful appearance.

This made Lin Zhou feel a little guilty.

But after more than three hours of browsing and the inventory was gone, I decided to close the stall.

"I'll leave the stall at eight o'clock. You can come early tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Boss Lin. I'll be there early tomorrow. I didn't get up early today."

For contemporary young people, going to bed late is okay.

If Lin Zhou set up a stall at 12 o'clock, it would be trivial to many people.

But the stall is set up at eight o'clock, and if you want to buy something, you have to push forward for several hours, so getting up early is a must.

Earlier, when things went against the will of the body, a few people could hear the alarm clock and get up immediately.

He set the alarm clock for six o'clock in the morning.

As a result, the alarm clock rang and I turned it off. It was almost 7:30 when I woke up.

Then I waited in line at the place. I didn't expect to be able to eat it. I just tried my luck and didn't give in. It's just expected that I didn't buy it now.

"Hey, there are finally not so many people queuing up. Young man, are you going to close the stall?"

The elderly people who had been watching at the entrance of the nursing home saw that the people in front of Lin Zhou's stall were gradually leaving, so they came together.

When he saw that there were no ingredients in the glass cabinet, he didn't worry, but instead kept close to him.

"Yes, grandma."

Lin Zhou responded with a smile and continued to pack his things.

"Then don't rush to clean up. I'll go to the nursing home kitchen to get some ingredients. Can you help me make one?"

Hearing what the old lady said, the diners on the side who had not yet left broke their guard.

Grandma, you don’t have martial ethics!

"Is this okay?"

The diner looked at Lin Zhou with an outrageous expression, as if waiting for his answer.

Lin Zhou was also quite helpless.

It seems like few of the old men and women in this group of nursing homes have bought anything in the past two days.

However, what he meant by closing the stall when it was sold out did not mean that the ingredients were gone, but that even the batter and sauce were gone.

"Grandma, I don't even have any sauce."

Lin Zhou looked at the eager diners on the side and took out the bucket containing the sauce to show them, dumbfounded.

You said there are no ingredients, but there are sauces and the like, and you can still have people send ingredients to continue setting up the stall.

But the soul sauce of the fried skewers is gone, so we really can’t continue to sell the stall.

"There's nothing we can do about it."

The old lady was so disappointed that she kept sitting at the door, just waiting for the people in line to leave and asking if she could provide ingredients to help fry.

Unexpectedly, even the dipping sauce was gone.

Why!

I can only smell the fragrance, but can't eat it. Isn't this seducing old people like them?

It seems that the only last resort is available.

The old people not only made plans to occupy their positions before the young people arrived.

Also, the stall is out of ingredients. They plan to provide the ingredients themselves and let the boss help fry them.

Now that the plan of waiting for the fried skewers stall to close and bring the ingredients there is no longer feasible, the only plan left is to reserve a spot in advance.

After lunch, a group of old people began to formally sit in the lounge to discuss.

"Ask the security guard at the door to keep an eye out. If someone comes to line up, notify them. We will take the folding bed and sleep while lining up."

"That's fine. We will give the security guard some fried skewers as a reward. He will definitely be happy."

"Xiao Hu and Lao Wang are smart. They got up this morning and lined up."

"We don't have to eat it in the morning. We can eat it at noon or in the afternoon. Just ask the kitchen to heat it up."

"Okay, let's do it."

......

So, Friday.

Gao Jiazhi still left home with his dog at around five in the morning to go to the Happy Nursing Home.

When he arrived at the place, he was shocked to see a row of elderly people sleeping on folding recliners.

It was mid-October, and the time of dawn was gradually moving forward. It was not yet bright, and the street lights on both sides of the road were on.

Wouldn't it be shocking to see such a scene without any preparation?

Then Gao Jiazhi saw a few young people squatting on the side, as if he had found an organization.

He asked Dabao to line up first, and he quietly went over.

"Brother, are you all here to wait for Boss Lin?"

The young man nodded.

Because the old people next to them were all sleeping.

A group of people consciously lowered their voices and communicated in a low voice.

"Why are these old people sleeping outside?"

Gao Jiazhi patted his chest, indicating that the excitement was no different from Taoshan at night.

"Didn't you notice that the place where they slept was where we lined up?"

"I really didn't notice it."

When Gao Jiazhi arrived, he was startled by a row of sleeping old people, so he didn't notice anything else.

The first buddy to arrive vividly described what he saw to everyone.

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