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

“Sorry, the fried chicken is sold out.

As the last portion of fried chicken was sold, Lin Zhou could only say sorry to the diners behind him.

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"If you want to eat, you can come here early tomorrow. I will set up my stall at 12 o'clock at night, and it will still be at this location."

Seeing everyone's disappointed eyes, Lin Zhou had no other choice.

We can only limit the amount and try to let more people eat it.

He is not a superman. Even though he is genetically enhanced, he still has to run a stall all the time without taking a break. That will also make him tired.

In essence, he is still a salty fish.

Setting up a stall is not difficult or tiring for him. If he puts in a few hours a day, he can get high returns from the system, so he enjoys setting up a stall.

On the basis of completing the task, he also doesn't want to work like a laborer to set up a stall every day.

Therefore, the portions prepared are not large, and the stall will be closed when sold out!

"Huh? They sold out so quickly!"

"Boss, I have to get up in the middle of the night to buy fried chicken. I can't live without eating it, otherwise I will go crazy!"

"No, boss, you are doing something!"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, there must be fried chicken!"

"..."

Lin Zhou silently took out the empty bucket of chicken nuggets to show it.

"It's really gone, not a single piece is gone!"

There were only a few marinade residues left in the empty fresh-keeping buckets, and there was not a piece of chicken in sight.

A breeze blew by, making this scene even more desolate.

"Tomorrow, come early tomorrow."

Lin Zhou said as he packed his things and prepared to close the stall.

Everyone looked at him reluctantly.

I saw that Lin Zhou had packed up and was ready to leave, and there were diners pulling his tricycle to repeatedly warn him.

"Boss Lin, you must come tomorrow. I will queue up and wait for you in advance."

"Boss, prepare more potato chips and fried chicken. I love them."

"Will there be new products tomorrow? I like to eat vine pepper-flavored fried chicken."

"Boss Lin, I can't bear to leave you. If not, are you setting up a stall?"

Lin Zhou:......

After finally getting rid of the diners following him, Lin Zhou ran very fast on his tricycle.

It was around three o'clock in the morning and he was sweating all over. It was really scary!

By the time we got back to the villa, it was already four o'clock.

If it hadn't been a bit laborious to close the stall, he should have been home by three o'clock.

The security guard guarding the gate opened the gate enthusiastically when he saw Lin Zhou coming back.

"Mr. Lin is back!"

"Thanks for your hard work."

Lin Zhou also smiled and nodded, saying hello.

At this time, another security guard looked at Lin Zhou's familiar tricycle with a thoughtful expression on his face.

After Lin Zhou's figure was completely invisible, he silently took out his mobile phone and looked at the scarf from the same city that he had just swiped.

"Do you think the person described above is Mr. Lin?"

This early in the morning is a good time for the security guards to take advantage of the situation. There is no special job at all except opening the door.

There are other security guards on patrol. They are just watching the gate, and they can fish in peace in the security booth.

"Oh shit, these three buses are all the same, but is this Mr. Lin?"

"I didn't expect that Mr. Lin would actually set up a stall every time he went out!"

Both security guards were shocked.

Lin Zhou originally lived in a top-notch mansion like the royal capital, and there was no doubt about his status as a rich man. It was outrageous for such a person to just ride a tricycle and set up a stall when he had nothing to do.

I didn't expect it to be so popular that someone actually posted a post online to discuss it.

It really impressed the two security chiefs.

"Looking at these comments, people online are talking about Mr. Lin's identity, and some are praising the delicious food he makes."

"It's true. The signs on the tricycles that Mr. Lin sells are different every week, and they sell different food."

The two security guards seemed to have discovered a new world. Their heads were gathered together, and they were concentrating on reviewing comments and discussing in whispers.

"Some people also complained that Mr. Lin had no fixed time and location for setting up his stall, just like playing."

"Isn't this normal? Mr. Lin is not short of money. What are these netizens thinking?"

The more they looked at them, the more excited they became, so one of them couldn't hold it back and secretly replied below: "Don't you ever think that Mr. Lin is a rich man living in the royal capital? It's only once in a hundred years that you can go out and set up a stall. Do you still expect him to work tirelessly setting up a stall every day?”

"What are you doing? You can't reveal the owner's privacy. Delete it quickly!"

Another security guard saw what he was doing and slapped him on the head.

It's okay to watch the fun, but it goes against professional ethics to join in.

When working in a place like this, as a security guard, you have to sign a confidentiality agreement.

The security guard who posted the comment also realized that although no one knew him, it was somewhat unsafe. If something happened, he would not be able to keep his job, so he immediately deleted the comment.

But I don’t know which dear friend, maybe too curious about Lin Zhou’s identity, actually bought this scarf.

So at this point, there are still many people who have seen the comments.

Previous discussions of Lin Zhou's identity in the comment section were all with suspicion, and no one had ever given out a specific address or anything.

The royal capital is still so famous in Jiangdong, it is a symbol of the rich.

This comment refers to the royal capital. Maybe you know something, otherwise you can't mention this address.

The comment was then deleted instantly. This inappropriate attitude cheered up netizens.

"Something is wrong. Did you see a comment saying that Boss Lin lives in the Royal Capital?"

"I saw it too. I just saw it. The next second I wanted to ask about it but it was gone."

"Could it be a comment from an insider?"

"No, why don't you doubt the authenticity of this comment? The Royal Capital is a place where every inch of land is worth a lot of money. It's where the richest people in Jiangdong City live. There's only one road leading to the villa. People who don't live there don't have to go that road."

"You tell me that people who live in the Royal Capital work hard to set up stalls in the middle of the night every day?"

"It's obviously fake!"

"......"

Seeing that someone still paid attention to this comment after it was withdrawn in seconds, the security guard panicked for a moment, but then he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one in the comment area believed it.

The security guard's mood at this moment was like seeing that everyone on the Internet didn't know Lin Zhou's identity, but he knew it, which gave him a strange sense of superiority.

One couldn't help but want to reveal something to gain attention.

But he was stopped by his colleagues.

At this moment, I felt a little excited, a little scared, and very complicated.

"You said that someone posted online to find Mr. Lin. The food that Mr. Lin made must be delicious!"

In the past, every time they saw Lin Zhou setting up a stall, they were at most curious about this behavior.

They never thought it would be delicious.

The stereotype of rich people is that they have nannies and chefs at home, and few of them can cook, let alone cook well enough to set up a stall.

They just think it is a special hobby of rich people.

Especially Lin Zhou's stall time is so unusual.

It seems that this hobby is just for rich people to seek excitement and set up a stall for fun.

The appearance of this scarf broke their cognition.