"I don't know."

The security guard brushed his neck, his expression as excited as if he had eaten a big melon.

looked at every inconsistency and speculation about Mr. Lin's identity, and couldn't laugh.

"They definitely couldn't guess that Mr. Lin was so rich that he went out to set up a stall every day."

"By the way, I haven't tasted what a rich man cooks, can I try it?"

The colleague next to him rolled his eyes, "What do you think, Mr. Lin goes in and out every day, can he still recognize our faces?" How embarrassing it is to recognize it, you still don't want to work! ”

"Mr. Lin seems to be kind and has a good temper, and he greets us every time he goes in and out, shouldn't it?"

The security guard was told by his colleague and immediately gave up the idea, but he couldn't help but refute it when he saw his colleague describe people as like a flood beast.

"Working in this place, be cautious, what if Mr. Lin just likes to hide his identity and go to work in a stall like an ordinary person, and our appearance makes him think that his identity is exposed, so that he doesn't like us?

"According to my experience of reading novels for ten years, Mr. Lin's behavior is likely to be his original status, so that he can cook a dish casually and has a lot of people touting it, he feels that these people are boasting because of his identity, and there is no sense of reality, so he hides his identity and pretends to be an ordinary person to go out to set up a stall, everyone doesn't know his identity, and there is no filter for the food he makes, so that you can hear the sincere praise of the guests, which is probably the different pursuit of rich people."

Listening to his colleague's dissection of Mr. Lin's psychology, the security guard looked puzzled, is this the case?

When you think about it, it does make some sense.

"This is probably the difference between us and the rich, we only pursue money, they pursue a higher level of spiritual needs!"

"Maybe Mr. Lin will come home now and see that these people on the Internet are praising him for his good skills and stealing fun."

That's true.

When Lin Zhou got home, he first took a shower, then took a bottle of ice Coke, and lay on the bed while watching videos while resting.

If you don't watch videos before going to bed, you really can't sleep.

Then I naturally swiped the video of the Internet discussing him.

Regarding his own news, Lin Zhou usually pays attention to it, and will deliberately search for it.

Big data will naturally push similar videos to him.

Looking at it, his face turned wrong.

No way!

He just wanted to set up a stall in a low-key manner, without showing his face, and he could even be posted on the Internet, causing so much discussion.

Seeing that everyone in the comment area was picking up his identity, Lin Zhou was so frightened that he covered his vest even more.

This class of diners is terrifying!

......

In the afternoon, Lin Zhou woke up from sleep, and the whole person was not good.

He dreamed that the diners couldn't eat fried chicken, and chased him from night to dawn, shouting that fried chicken fried chicken and wanted to eat fried chicken.

Then as soon as he opened his eyes, he felt that he had slept in vain, and his body was sore.

It's like running 800 meters in a dream!

"Ahh

When I got up, my neck was still stiff.

Lin Zhou clutched his neck and exhaled in pain.

"Steward Sun, hurry, find a masseuse who comes to the door and come back, my neck is pillow!"

Sun Deye walked upstairs quickly, saw Lin Zhou covering his neck, and immediately answered and went to the side to make a call.

Aunt Fang and Aunt Xu also hurried upstairs when they heard Lin Zhou's exclamation.

After knowing what was going on, Aunt Fang helped Lin Zhou to the sofa and sat down, "Sir, I'll give you a press first, is it uncomfortable?" ”

Lin Zhou nodded, he was really uncomfortable.

I don't know if I was running with my body when I was dreaming of running during my sleep, why did I get up with back pain and stiff neck.

I knew this was the case, so I didn't watch videos before going to bed, and I was chased by diners all my dreams.

Aunt Fang stood behind Lin Zhou to help with the massage.

Aunt Xu ran back and forth to pour water for lunch.

"Sir, the masseur is leaving now, and he will be there in about an hour, you are patient."

Lin Zhou nodded, and collapsed on the sofa without love.

"By the way, you can buy today's chickens, you want eighty chicks, the farm owner knows, just let him deal with it the same as before."

"Yes sir, don't worry."

Sun Deye nodded, arranged the affairs of the villa, and then drove off to the farm to buy chickens.

The owner of the farm saw the familiar luxury car and immediately greeted him.

Then I saw that Steward Sun was very puzzled.

"Hello boss, I am Mr. Lin's housekeeper, come to buy today's eighty chickens, just deal with them as before."

Sun Deye was dressed in a well-fitting suit, which was incompatible with the atmosphere of the farm.

Yesterday, Lin Zhou's short-sleeved shorts did not make the farm owner feel that there was a difference in identity.

Even if you find out that this car is expensive after searching, it is not realistic!

Today, Sun Deye, who looks like an elite, looks like a luxury car.

In particular, this man also claims to be a steward.

Luxury car and housekeeper, Lin Zhou's identity in the farm owner immediately became mysterious.

What is the identity of Boss Lin, who usually comes to buy chickens?

The owner of the farm stood aside with Sun Deye, waiting for the chickens to be killed, and when they couldn't help but inquire.

"Hello, butler's surname?"

The boss handed Sun Deye a cigarette and asked.

"The boss just calls me Steward Sun."

"Oh, okay, okay, where does Steward Sun work, I mean what do you Mr. Lin do? Is it the one who sells fried chicken? ”

The owner of the farm used to think that he opened such a large farm, and he was more or less a small boss, with an annual income of one million, which was not a lot.

But since he met Lin Zhou, he felt that the farm didn't seem to be so profitable.

A young man, in his twenties, drove a luxury car by selling fried chicken, and took care of the housekeeper.

That's a lot of difference!

"I'm sorry, I don't want to ask too much about Mr. Lin, if you are curious, you can ask my boss yourself."

The curvature of the smile on the corner of Sun Deye's mouth has not changed, and he is blocked when he opens his mouth.

The owner of the farm inquired for a long time, but did not find out a single news.

Then he sent Sun Deye away depressedly.

When I went back, I began to think about the possibility of selling fried chicken.

If he makes so much money selling fried chicken, he also tries to sell fried chicken on his entire tricycle, and the ingredients are ready-made.

Turn on his phone, he silently searched for selling fried chicken to make money?

How to cook fried chicken?

Is it hard to make fried chicken?

......

In the villa, Lin Zhou experienced a two-hour push-back massage, and the whole person seemed to be alive and refreshed.

"This master has good skills, let him come twice a week in the future."

I didn't have the money to enjoy it before.

Now that I have money, of course, how to be comfortable.

No, he didn't know before, a good master, massage skills can be so comfortable.

Sun Deye nodded in response.

Lin Zhou, who was resurrected with full blood, immediately walked into the kitchen and began to process the fried chicken.

Although I am chasing by diners in my dreams, I can't help but do the task.