Chapter 211: Not Actively Eating, There Is Something Wrong with Your Thinking

"Hahaha, Boss Lin is here.

"Oh my god, Boss Lin actually set up a stall in front of the nursing home this week!"

"Fried skewers, fried skewers, my favorite, by the way, look at the time, eight o'clock, Boss Lin will open the stall at eight o'clock this week!"

"Hurry and pass the word on, Boss Lin will be out at eight o'clock this week!"

"Boss Lin, one day is like three autumns without seeing each other. It's already Wednesday and we miss you so much!"

Lin Zhou who had just arrived at the entrance of the nursing home:...

No, he just wondered why these old diners could find him every time!

"You guys came quite early."

Lin Zhou parked the tricycle in an open space, looked at the task duration that was already counting down, and went out as usual.

This surprise came unexpectedly and disrupted his fishing plan.

"I'm not active in my work. I have a problem with my thinking. I must have come early."

"Hey, I came here to wait for a while before going to work. If you don't come at 8:30, I have to leave, otherwise I will be late."

"Boss Lin, hurry up, hurry up, I'm in a hurry to get to work."

Lin Zhou looked at the team formed by these people in a few seconds and wanted to praise them for being well-trained.

This speed is really fast!

His tricycle has just been parked!

Then the old men and women who had just walked to the door to join in the fun looked at the long queue in front of the nursing home and were a little confused.

"What's going on? Are you queuing up to get eggs?"

"I didn't receive the notice. Where are the eggs distributed?"

"Hey, there's a queue. I'll go to the back and wait in line."

"Who wants to go to the front and see what they are getting?"

The old men and women were very quick and quickly came to the back of the queue and started queuing.

The diners at the back of the queue were shocked when they saw the old man and old lady coming together.

Have there already been an army of old people among Mr. Lin’s fans?

Oh, that's right, a stall will be set up in front of the nursing home this week. Maybe the elderly will taste it and become fans of Boss Lin.

"Young man, what are you waiting in line for?"

Old diners:? ? ?

This is definitely not a fan of Boss Lin!

"We're queuing up for fried skewers."

Adhering to the principle of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, the old diner answered obediently.

Old men and women:! ! !

Is it the fried skewers they ate yesterday?

"You guys eat fried skewers so early in the morning?"

"Harm, as long as it is made by Boss Lin, we will eat whatever he sells."

It’s already great if you can eat it, but it’s their turn to choose.

The old man and the old lady didn’t understand, but they stopped queuing up after they knew it was not for collecting eggs.

They had just had breakfast and couldn't eat the fried skewers, so they had to wait until these people left at noon before buying them.

"What do you want?"

After Lin Zhou took out all the ingredients, he lit the fire and asked the diners to order.

The diners had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Looking at the various ingredients in the glass cabinets, they wanted to order two skewers of each. But knowing that the purchase would be limited, they chose a dozen or so skewers of their favorites.

Lin Zhou dressed up as one iron plate per customer.

While blasting, he looked at the next person.

"Hey, there are so many fried skewers, Boss Lin. I think some of them are different from other fried skewers stalls. Did you make them yourself?"

"Yes, the ingredients are all fresh ingredients bought from the vegetable market in the morning."

As old diners, everyone is very confident about the ingredients at Lin Zhou’s stall.

It's fresh that can be seen with the naked eye and eaten.

Boss Lin sincerely does not fool diners, and diners will never let down Boss Lin’s craftsmanship.

Every time there is news about Boss Lin, everyone is mobilized, even if they ask for leave, they have to come here to eat.

The man in the middle of the team saw that it was almost nine o'clock and it was not his turn yet, so he gritted his teeth and called his boss.

"Hello? Manager, there's a traffic jam here. I might have to arrive a little later. I won't be able to make it to the morning meeting. I'm sorry. I really can't help it. The road is too congested!"

The manager on the other end of the phone frowned but said nothing: "Next time there is a traffic jam, just go out early."

"I know, I know, manager, don't worry."

After saying hello, the man breathed a sigh of relief and could now queue up with confidence.

The main thing is that he has been waiting for so long. If he leaves without buying it, it will be a huge loss.

The fried skewers made by Boss Lin are right in front of you, and the aroma on the tip of your nose is so delicious, who can resist it?

"Damn it, it's almost nine o'clock, I have to make a call to ask for leave."

Hearing the man's voice calling to ask for leave, a diner turned on his cell phone and immediately made a call after seeing the time.

During the morning rush hour, the best reason for asking for leave is traffic jam.

The company is not so strict that even arriving a little late is not enough.

Soon, the person at the front was already eating fried skewers.

The diners in the back were still watching eagerly.

Lin Zhou also had a headache as he looked at the decreasing number of strings.

There was no one there all morning yesterday, so he had plenty of time to hang out.

Even before the stall opened today, there were already diners waiting for him. He hadn't even had time to skewer the skewers, so there wasn't much in stock.

"Wait a moment."

Seeing that the cabbage and oyster mushrooms were gone.

Lin Zhou took the time to move out the fresh-keeping boxes in the car. There were still unskewered ingredients in them.

The diners waiting for fried skewers next to him saw that Lin Zhou still had time to make fried skewers, and they immediately actively took over the job.

"Boss Lin, just make the fried skewers. Don't make them burnt. I'll make the skewers. I know how to do this."

"That's right, I can make skewers too, you just need to concentrate on making fried skewers."

The diners were extremely anxious when they saw Lin Zhou frying skewers and skewering ingredients at the same time.

"That's right. It doesn't matter if you don't wear it. Just fry it. Boss Lin, just fry it. Don't waste the bamboo sticks."

Lin Zhou was helpless when he saw everyone so impatient.

"Have you eaten breakfast? This fried skewers on an empty stomach is too oily and easy to make you feel sick."

"If I feel sick, it must be because my stomach is not good. What does it have to do with the fried skewers made by Boss Lin?"

The diner who was already eating on the side immediately retorted when he heard this.

Lin Zhou looked at the diner who was talking in surprise when he heard this.

This is a ruthless person!

"Hahaha, Boss Lin, don't worry. If you can't eat it, we will pack it up and eat it at the company for lunch."

"That makes sense. Heat it in the microwave and eat it in a pancake. It's beautiful just to think about it."

The aroma of the fried skewers was floating in the air.

Early in the morning, passers-by on their way to work couldn't help but turn their heads to look over.

As a result, I saw a stall selling fried skewers early in the morning, and there were still many people queuing up, which was also very novel.

Fried skewers are sold in the afternoon or evening.

Eating them early in the morning, you don’t mind the oil.

After watching, passers-by shook their heads and walked away.

Rushing to work, they didn’t have time to stop and find out.

If it was a weekend, maybe there would be curious people who would buy one to try.

There were diners helping to skewer the skewers.

Lin Zhou couldn’t stop them, so he just let them do it.

In order to eat the fried skewers as soon as possible, everyone said they didn’t need to sign them and just fried them directly. What else could Lin Zhou say?

He could only fry the skewers quickly and neatly.

Two oil pans worked at the same time.

The ingredients in the glass cabinet were consumed so quickly.

The old man and old woman who were watching the excitement on the side were furious.

That’s not right, how come the fried skewers are almost sold out?