Food: Set Up Stalls Randomly, Customers Chase Me Ten Streets

Facing his father's puzzled look, Zhang Mingyuan explained: "I just think the name Lin Zhou suits him very well."

If he sets up a stall in a different place every day, wouldn't he be called Lin Tian?

"No matter how old or young you are, Lin Zhou is your father's best friend. You have to call him uncle when we meet him."

Zhang Mingyuan:......

Smiles don’t get lost, they just shift.

Zhang Mingyuan drank the last mouthful of porridge seriously and said he was going to work.

"Why are you so anxious? I haven't asked you how the blind date went."

Zhang Jianjun rolled his eyes at Zhang Mingyuan angrily.

How old are you, you are not in a hurry to find a girlfriend.

There are no old men of the same age in the circle of friends who don’t have grandsons in their arms anymore. Some grandsons are already in elementary school. They are picked up and dropped off every day, and their retirement days are also lively.

It’s not like he can only climb mountains, play chess, and drink tea.

If I make an appointment with my old friends to go fishing, I will ask them whether their grandson or granddaughter is married. By the way, I will ask if his son is married.

This gap made Zhang Jianjun reluctant to even meet his old friends.

Fortunately, I met Lin Zhou and found a young friend, otherwise my life would be even more boring.

"It's okay, it depends on the woman's reaction."

Zhang Mingyuan gave a vague answer and ran away.

Zhang Jianjun, a lonely old man, was left alone at home.

Sipping the porridge slowly, Zhang Jianjun sighed at the deliciousness of the abalone porridge. If you eat it with the steamed buns from last week, it would be a wonderful breakfast.

This cooking is much more delicious than what the chef at home can do.

Fortunately, I didn't have much appetite in the morning and I didn't eat much. Now I can still eat a bowl of porridge.

He became a little anxious when he thought that today's porridge was brought back by his son from hiking, and he might not be able to eat it tomorrow.

Who wants to eat something less delicious after having eaten something better?

Anyway, he has to climb mountains every day. How about going to bed early tonight and getting up tomorrow morning to climb Qinhuang Mountain?

Although I can't set off at four in the morning with Lin Zhou.

But it’s okay to get up at six o’clock and go up the mountain to have a bowl of porridge.

The more I think about it, the more excited I become.

Zhang Jianjun decided this way.

Prepare to give Lin Zhou a surprise tomorrow morning.

...

On the other side, 8 p.m.

In Huaguoshan Park, there was still a group of people waiting for Lin Zhou to come out.

As a result, instead of coming to Lin Zhou's steamed bun stall, he saw that the barbecue stall had changed its business to selling steamed buns.

The owner of the fried skewers stall on the side looked at the barbecue stall couple in surprise.

Good guy, this is because the steamed stuffed bun stall is no longer available, so they have come to take over.

I just don’t know if the buns made here are as delicious as those from the previous bun stalls.

After not eating steamed buns for two days, the owner of the fried skewers stall was craving for steamed buns. He looked at the barbecue stall eagerly and planned to buy two to try.

Who among the diners in the square who can wait for three consecutive days is not a loyal fan of Lin Zhou’s stall.

If you buy steamed buns every day, it’s impossible that you don’t even know the owner who sells steamed buns.

At first glance, everyone was pleasantly surprised when they saw the bun stall with a steamer.

I thought Lin Zhou was out today.

At second glance, isn't this the couple selling barbecue next door?

Is this a change to selling steamed buns?

But when a group of people saw a familiar steamer, they all came running over. It would be inappropriate to surround someone else’s stall and coax them all to run away.

The diners running in front looked at the surprised couple at the barbecue stall and raised an awkward smile.

"Are you here to buy steamed buns? There are fresh big meat buns, green vegetable and mushroom buns, pickled cabbage buns, and red bean paste buns. They are all steamed buns made from vegetables bought at the vegetable market this morning. They are very delicious."

The landlady started greeting the guests warmly even before the car stopped.

Now everyone was too embarrassed to leave.

Thinking that they are all steamed buns, maybe the steamed buns sold by the barbecue stall owner are also delicious.

It sounds like they are freshly made handmade buns.

"Then let's get two big meat buns and two pickled vegetable buns."

A diner standing at the front said, after ordering, he asked how much it would cost.

"The big meat buns are three pieces each, and the pickled vegetable buns are two pieces."

When diners heard the price, their first reaction was not that it was so cheap, but they were wondering if the taste would be greatly reduced if it was so much cheaper than the previous bun stalls.

But it looked like it was already eight o'clock, and Lin Zhoulai still couldn't be seen coming out of the stall.

Everyone knows that the steamed bun stall may not be open again today.

We haven't had any steamed buns for several days, and everyone is a little greedy for steamed buns.

I saw the owner of a barbecue stall selling steamed buns, so I thought about eating some other steamed buns as a substitute.

Suddenly, the diners who had been waiting for a long time smelled the aroma of steamed buns and lined up.

When the owner of the barbecue stall saw so many people queuing up to wait for steamed buns, he didn't feel happy, only guilty.

He was the first to taste the steamed buns made by his wife after they were steamed.

Not to mention how unpalatable it is, it's on par with an average steamed stuffed bun restaurant.

But compared with the steamed buns made by Lin Zhou, the taste is far inferior.

If he had never eaten the steamed buns made by Lin Zhou, he would still praise them for being delicious.

But he ate it!

I can’t say enough about how delicious this is.

But the group of diners at Huaguo Mountain are all like this.

Don't look at how enthusiastic people are queuing up to buy steamed buns now.

When I take it into my mouth, the gap appears, and I don’t know what will happen.

The landlady didn't notice her man's concerns at all.

Seeing so many customers queuing up made me smile.

Her intuition was right, she could definitely make money selling steamed buns now.

Many people know that there is a delicious steamed bun stall at the entrance of Huaguo Mountain. Now that the original steamed bun stall is no longer available, they are here, how good it is!

If the previous steamed bun stall comes back, they'll probably be selling barbecue.

What a big deal!

If you can make a wave of money, make a wave of money first.

I have to say that the boss lady still has a certain business acumen.

She looked at the number of people queuing in front of the stall and felt that it was far worse than the number of people queuing at the previous steamed bun stall.

I immediately became energetic and felt excited that my big voice could be put to use.

"We sell steamed buns. We have big fragrant meat buns, pickled cabbage buns, green vegetable buns, bean paste buns, you name it. They are freshly made and steamed."

She didn't even use a loudspeaker, she just raised her voice and shouted without any blind spots not far from her stall.

This voice really attracted a few diners.

Even the aunties doing square dancing in the park heard it.

This voice can actually compete with the music. It is indeed a good voice.

"Did you hear the sound of buns being sold?"

Wang Chuanjuan listened to the dancing arms and stood there, listening.

The next second, there was another shout from someone selling steamed buns.

"Stop, stop, buns, buns, buns, the sound of selling buns!"

After confirming that she had parked correctly, Wang Chuanjuan excitedly picked up her bag and headed straight to the intersection ahead.

Oh my god, after waiting for two days and not seeing the steamed bun stall, they resumed square dancing today. I didn’t expect that the steamed bun stall would be out today!

When the other aunts heard Wang Chuanjuan's words, they also stopped dancing, some took their bags, and some retreated.

He jumped up and started running towards the intersection. His posture was like that of aunts trying to grab eggs, and passers-by looked at him in shock.