On Saturday, June 18th, the sound of the 500 bowls of small noodles was ridiculously good. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Usually, due to the relationship between office workers and students, there is a blank period from 8:30 a.m. to 11:30 p.m., and the number of diners who visit the small noodle restaurant during this time period is relatively rare. It's different on Saturdays and Sundays, when it's still crowded from half past eight to half past eleven, and there is a long queue at the entrance of the small noodle restaurant.

"Damn, there are so many people, when do you have to queue up?"

"Oh my God, I knew I would have come back in the afternoon."

"Naive."

"Brother, your IQ is very impressive."

"Zhou Glasses, Wang Da Fat, what do you two mean?"

"Brother Monkey, I still want to ask you what you mean, do you think there will be noodles for you to eat in the afternoon?"

"That's right, business is so good, I estimate that 500 bowls will be sold at noon."

"I strongly ask the chef to add food, at least 800 bowls on weekends, right?"

"Big brother, you are more naïve, don't you know how cold it is to come to the chef?"

"I said all the good things the day before yesterday, but the chef didn't bird me at all."

"Brother just admires a man with character like Chef, a feeling of eating limited-edition brand-name noodles?"

"exactly, sister is not bad for money, what I want is this limited edition feel, quality queue, it's coming to me soon."

“…………”

At the entrance of the small noodle restaurant, diners in line expressed their grievances under the scorching sun.

The mountain city is one of the four major furnace cities in the country.

In January to June, the temperature in the city is like a boiling hot pot.

Waiting in line outside the restaurant in the sun, the diners are also quite hard, and the scene is quite touching.

At 12 noon, 400 bowls of noodles were sold.

According to this situation, work can be closed at 2 p.m. at the latest.

Su Yuyan's life is becoming more and more leisurely, and her smile is becoming more and more intoxicating.

She was thinking about getting her hair done and getting a spa after closing in the afternoon.

She has been longing for this kind of nourishing life for a long time.

At 12:30 p.m., a middle-aged aunt with a fat body walked in.

"Big sister, line up!"

"Auntie, don't cut in line!"

"Fat girl, stand in the back, you see I'm queuing up as long as I'm old, how can you walk in directly like this?"

Seven or eight customers queuing up outside the store released their anger at the middle-aged aunt.

One of the half-centenarian ladies even put on a posture of teaching the fat aunt to be a person.

The middle-aged aunt was startled, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Yu Fatzi, who was cleaning up the table, was stunned when he saw the middle-aged aunt: "Mom, are you really here?" ”

Zhang Xiaohong didn't recover yet, and said weakly: "You guys have to line up here?" ”

"Well, Mom, you are a family member of the employee, you can come in and sit." The fat man is still very filial, and when he saw that half of the seats in the store were gone, he suddenly said with a bitter face: "Mom, you better come in and stand up." ”

"Teacher Chubby, what about the best employee of the month?"

"Chubby, you cheat for personal gain, I'm going to give you a bad review."

"That's it, I'll vote for Yin'er in the future."

Many foodies in the store know the fat man and coax him.

"Do you want me to recommend food in the future?" The fat man threatened domineeringly.

"I don't want to."

"With 500 bowls of noodles, the Sprinkler family can't eat anything else."

"Fat teacher, you have no use value."

"......" The fat man was about to cry, and looked at Su Yuyan for help.

"Eldest sister, sit here." Su Yuyan gave up the chair behind the cash register.

Zhang Xiaohong sat down, still shocked by the eerie atmosphere of the small noodle restaurant.

The diners in this restaurant are all ruthless characters who don't want to leave when they occupy a seat, eat one bowl and order a second bowl, and some people even angrily order a third bowl and a fourth bowl...... Zhang Xiaohong had a hunch that if she went to grab a seat, these diners would fight with her.

Seeing the picture of each guest eating noodles and eating their first love, Zhang Xiaohong swallowed her saliva violently.

She also wanted to try a bowl, but she waited half an hour before she could get a chance.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the store was still overcrowded, and there were still three people waiting in line outside the store.

"Aunt Zhang, long time no see." Lai Hao walked out, said hello to Zhang Xiaohong, and then said to the three diners who were waiting at the door sweating: "Five hundred bowls are sold out today, and the three of you will be early tomorrow." ”

"Come Chef, we've been waiting so long, take care of our emotions!"

A fat diner at the door shook his fan vigorously, and his shirt was soaked.

"Little master, don't hurt people like this."

Another white-collar girl wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead with a wet towel and looked at Lai Hao pitifully.

"Come to Chef, give me a chance and make some memories, okay?"

The third young man in a white T-shirt panicked and popped out all the lines of Xing Ye.

"You know the rules."

Come to the chef with his hands in his pockets, turn his head and go.

He didn't walk back into the store, he walked straight out of the store.

Look at that posture, it's clear that it's time to finish work.

Do you want to be so tsundere?

Zhang Xiaohong looked at Lai Hao's back and was dumbfounded on the spot.

This kid, will he be able to do business in the end?

Looking at the three depressed waiting diners again, Zhang Xiaohong couldn't understand Lai Hao's thinking logic.

"Alas, I didn't expect me to come over at 12:45, and I was a step late."

The fat diner glanced at the diners who were still eating noodles in the restaurant with envy and jealousy, and turned away with a long sigh.

"I ate it all at this point yesterday, but I didn't expect to be able to catch up today." The white-collar girl also sighed, took out her mobile phone to take a photo, and posted a circle of friends: "I didn't eat five hundred bowls of small noodles restaurant when I was sweating profusely, 55555, the baby ......was bitter in his heart."

"Haha, I went at 9 o'clock in the morning and I successfully ate it!"

"Sister, a good little noodle is just like a good man, if you start slowly, you will be snatched away by others."

"Tell you to sleep lazy, now you know that missing is a disease, right?"

"That's right, I didn't eat when I got off work at 5 p.m. the day before yesterday, I didn't sleep well all night, and I always dreamed of 500 bowls of noodles. That feeling is a song, longing is a disease, oh, missing is a disease, a disease......"

Seeing all kinds of gloating replies in the circle of friends, the white-collar girl hid her face and ran in tears.

"I'll come over at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, my brother really doesn't believe in this evil!"

The young man in the white T-shirt put down this cruel sentence and left angrily.

Zhang Xiaohong, who witnessed all this, was dumbfounded again.

Most of the people in this city have a very hot temper, Zhang Xiaohong originally thought that the customers who were turned away would scold the owner of the shopkeeper's family, and it was not impossible to even pick up a bench and smash the small shop, but her worries did not happen.

All the diners seemed to be in awe of the chef, and no one used discordant violence.

After Yu Fatzi and Fanyin'er cleaned up, the small noodle restaurant closed.

"Eldest sister, I'm so sorry, I didn't let you taste the noodles, why don't you go to the house and sit down."

After closing, Su Yuyan said politely.

"Okay."

Zhang Xiaohong was not polite at all, she clenched the bag containing a document, and seemed to have made up some kind of determination.