Food: Randomly set up a stall, customers chase me ten blocks away

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

If he changes the place to set up the stall every day, wouldn't he be called Lin Tian?

"Don't be disrespectful. Lin Zhou is your father's good friend. You have to call him uncle when you meet him."

Zhang Mingyuan:......

The smile will not disappear, it will only shift.

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

"Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't asked you how the blind date went yet. "

Zhang Jianjun rolled his eyes at Zhang Mingyuan in annoyance.

You are so old, why are you not in a hurry to find a girlfriend?

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Which old man of the same age in the circle of friends does not have a grandchild? Some grandchildren are in elementary school, and they are picked up and dropped off every day. They live a colorful life in retirement.

Unlike him, who can only climb mountains, play chess, and drink tea.

If he makes an appointment with old friends to go fishing, the first thing he talks about is their grandchildren, and asks if his son is married.

This gap makes Zhang Jianjun too lazy to even meet those old friends.

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

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

Zhang Mingyuan gave a vague answer and slipped away.

Leaving Zhang Jianjun, an old widow, alone at home.

Drinking the porridge slowly, Zhang Jianjun sighed at the deliciousness of the abalone porridge. If it was eaten with the buns from last week, it would be a perfect breakfast.

This cooking skill is much better than the one made by the chef at home.

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

When he thought that today's porridge was brought back by his son from climbing the mountain, and he might not be able to eat it tomorrow, he was a little anxious.

After eating more Who wants to eat something bad when it's delicious?

Anyway, he has to climb the mountain every day, so why not go to bed early tonight and climb Qinhuang Mountain tomorrow morning?

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

But it's still okay to get up at six and go up the mountain to eat a bowl of porridge.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

Zhang Jianjun decided.

Prepare to give Lin Zhou a surprise tomorrow morning.

......

On the other side, at eight o'clock in the evening.

In Huaguoshan Park, there are still a group of people waiting for Lin Zhou to set up the stall.

In the end, Lin Zhou's bag didn't come. The skewers stall was no longer open, but the barbecue stall changed its business to selling steamed buns.

The owner of the fried skewers stall next to him looked at the couple at the barbecue stall in surprise.

Wow, they took over the steamed bun stall because they saw that the steamed bun stall was not open.

I just don’t know if the steamed buns here are as good as those at the steamed bun stall before.

After not having steamed buns for two days, the owner of the fried skewers stall also wanted to eat steamed buns. He looked at the barbecue stall eagerly and planned to buy two to try.

The diners who could wait for three consecutive days in the square were all loyal fans of Lin Zhou’s stall.

Buying steamed buns every day , it's impossible that the boss of the buns seller doesn't know him.

At first glance, everyone was surprised to see the buns stall with a steamer.

They thought Lin Zhou was setting up a stall today.

At second glance, aren't these the couple who sell barbecue next door?

Have they changed their business to sell buns?

But a group of people ran over when they saw the familiar steamer. Now it's not appropriate to surround the stall and run away.

The diners who ran in front met the surprised eyes of the couple at the barbecue stall and raised an awkward smile.

"Are you here to buy buns? Fresh big meat buns, green vegetable and mushroom buns, snow vegetable buns, and red bean paste buns are all available. They are all steamed buns made from the vegetables I bought at the vegetable market this morning. They are so delicious."

The proprietress began to greet the guests enthusiastically before the car stopped.

Now everyone was embarrassed to leave.

Thinking that they were all buns, maybe the buns sold by the barbecue stall owner would be delicious.

It sounded like they were freshly made handmade buns.

"Then give me two big meat buns and two snow vegetable buns. ”

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

“Big meat buns are three yuan each, and pickled mustard greens buns are two yuan.”

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

But it was already eight o'clock, and there was still no sign of Lin Zhoulai setting up the stall.

Everyone understood that the bun stall might not be open again today.

We hadn't eaten buns for a few days, so everyone was a little craving for them.

Seeing the owner of the barbecue stall selling buns, they thought about eating a substitute, or eating other buns.

For a while, the diners who had been waiting for a long time smelled the fragrance of the steamed buns and lined up.

The owner of the barbecue stall saw so many people lining up for buns, and his expression was not happy, but guilty.

His wife made He was the first to taste the steamed buns.

Not to mention how bad they tasted, they were just like the average bun shop.

But compared to the buns made by Lin Zhou, the taste was far worse.

If he hadn't eaten the buns made by Lin Zhou, he could still praise them as delicious.

But he ate them!

He couldn't praise them as delicious.

And the group of diners in Huaguoshan were all like this.

Don't look at how enthusiastically everyone is queuing up to buy buns now.

When they eat them, the gap will appear, and it's unknown what will happen.

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

Seeing so many customers queuing up, her face was about to burst into laughter.

Her intuition was right, selling buns now would definitely make money.

Many people know that there is a delicious steamed bun stall at the entrance of Huaguoshan. Now that the original steamed bun stall is gone, they can take over. How great!

If the previous steamed bun stall comes back, they can just sell barbecue.

What a big deal!

Make as much money as you can.

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

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

She immediately got excited, and felt excited that her loud voice had a place to be used.

"Selling steamed buns, fragrant big meat buns, snow vegetable buns, green vegetable buns, bean paste buns, everything, freshly made and steamed buns."

She didn't even use a loudspeaker, just yelled loudly, not far from her stall, without blind spots.

This shout really attracted a few diners.

Even the aunties 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 selling buns?"

Wang Chuanjuan listened to the dancing arms, stood in place, and listened attentively.

The next second, another shout of selling buns came through.

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

After making sure that she stopped at the right place, Wang Chuanjuan excitedly carried her bag and ran straight to the intersection in front.

My God, after waiting for two days without waiting for the bun stall, they resumed square dancing today, but they didn't expect that the bun stall would be open today!

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

They started running towards the intersection, and their posture was like the aunts grabbing eggs, which shocked passers-by.