"Let's talk about it."

Lin Zhou took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and handed them over.

Melon seeds, but Lin Zhou's fishing essential snacks, a good thing to pass the time.

Zhang Jianjun was amused by Lin Zhou, took it, and described it while eating melon seeds.

"That is, after getting engaged, Qianqian went to the company to be an assistant to Mingyuan."

Lin Zhou's eyes widened when he heard this, what is the difference between this and the plot in idol dramas!

"And then?"

“......”

On the other side, Qi Liangping and his parents also came back from Koucheng.

I originally planned to play for a day, but I didn't come back until the second day.

At night, a family of three goes to eat cold noodles, and during the day, they walk around in large and small places in Koucheng, which is very leisurely.

This simple change of city, stay for a few days, feel quite relaxed.

Also bought a lot of local produce.

Carrying the big bags home, Qi Liang lay down on the sofa tiredly.

Then I saw his parents packing up their things, and quickly got up to help.

"I'm going to pack up when I get home, let's rest for a while, I'll come, I'll come, this bag is very heavy......"

When the busy work was over, the family of three was not lightly tired, and they didn't want to cook anymore, so they ordered takeout directly.

"Hey, I haven't eaten cold noodles this week."

As soon as I was hungry, the taste of cold noodles came to my heart again, and I couldn't help but swallow my saliva.

I didn't even get tired of eating for a few days, and the thought of not being able to eat in the back made me uncomfortable.

I don't know if Boss Lin will make a comeback one day.

In the game, in order to make money, there are returns, I hope Boss Lin can learn from it, and he is sure that there will be a large number of fans who are willing to spend money.

Thinking of this, Qi Liangping thought of the scarf he sent last night, and he forgot to eat later.

This will click on the background to see where the message exploded, 99+.

"I'll go!"

Qi Liangping looked at the stall of Boss Lin's cold noodles that he posted, and there were already thousands of likes in one night, with more comments than likes, and a bunch of private messages, with @.

It's crazy.

I carefully looked through the private messages and comments, and I was asking where Boss Lin set up his stall, whether the cold noodles were delicious, and so on.

It's already Monday, and the scarf he sent in the middle of the night was only brushed by many people after the heat came up the next day.

All were envious of his good luck.

Then Qi Liangping also found that the fan group of Boss Lin of dozens of people he added was still a small-scale and unorganized fan group.

Now there is a great crowd of people who come and pull him.

After counting, there are Boss Lin's bun stall diners, Boss Lin's fried chicken stall diners, Boss Lin's braised pork roll stall diners, and so on.

Feelings: These fans are doing their own thing, a stall and a group?

It's because he is lonely and unheard, but he didn't expect that the fans of a roadside stall are like a fan circle, and there are a lot of diners.

Among them, he was most impressed by the steamed bun stall diners, directly throwing money to pull people, very formal, and filling in information to join the group.

He is willing to share the news, and he is well paid.

Qi Liangping's heart suddenly leaned towards the steamed bun stall, and he threw himself into Fang Jun's arms without hesitation.

Yes, Fang Jun, as the leader of the group, directly went to dig people up in person after getting the news.

Every son of luck, who can find Boss Lin's position, he wants to win over, in case which one is lucky, can he meet Boss Lin later?

Businessman, you have to make silk before the rain!

"Trust me, you made the right choice, add Weixin, and we'll talk slowly."

......

At nine o'clock in the evening, when Lin Zhou returned home with a full harvest of fish baskets, Steward Sun had already prepared the ingredients needed for the wonton stall.

At 12 o'clock, Lin Zhou deliberately set an alarm clock and came back in advance to prepare.

Where's Taoshan?

I don't know, Lin Zhouben has a system to navigate, and he doesn't take it seriously.

Take a shower and stew the stock first.

Two pork barrel bones and two beef bones, add some ginger and green onions, and throw them directly into dozens of liters of stainless steel iron bucket pot to boil.

There is no blood foam on the fresh bones, just skim off a little foam after boiling.

The rest of the time is spent kneading the dough and chopping the filling.

Clean the fresh pork, cut it into small pieces first, and then take a double knife and chop the fat and lean pork back and forth into minced meat.

The little chaos must eat pure meat filling, and the filling is adjusted with the water soaked in green onions, ginger, garlic and peppercorns, and the green onion and ginger can still be very good if you can't eat it.

Pour the water into the minced meat in batches, and stir in one direction with chopsticks until the water is absorbed.

Stir until the meat filling is full and sticky, and has a fragrant flavor.

The dough and meat filling were ready, and Lin Zhou began to wrap them.

When the broth was almost ready, I began to pack my things and get ready to go.

The preparation took two hours, and the route was unfamiliar, so Lin Zhou reserved enough time to set off.

Click on the system task, select the location to navigate, and Lin Zhou set off.

Half an hour later, he felt something was wrong as he looked at the more remote route he rode.

I didn't have to be so remote on the way to set up a stall under the bridge before.

There was no one on the road while riding.

And it doesn't look like a mountain in front of you.

I don't know if it's his delusion, the road is quiet, and even the street lights are not so bright.

Lin Zhou was not very bold, and he rode for a while to take a look at the system map, for fear that the route was wrong and he would run away.

It's a pity that the navigation shows that the location is just ahead!

Lin Zhou had the courage to speed up and rushed to the destination at one time.

Then he looked at the grave mountain in front of him and fell into deep thought.

No, you're sick with the system!

At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, let me come to the tomb to sell wontons?

Who did he sell it to?

The surrounding area is densely packed with graves, and there is not even light.

Lin Zhou had never felt that the lights in his stall were so bright.

At the very least, there was light on his stall so that he wouldn't be too scared.

But I'm still scared!

Lin Zhou got off the tricycle, his legs shaking a little.

Maybe the wind was too cold.

The slightest disturbance around him would make his heart beat faster.

He received all the tasks, but in this hellish place, there is not even a person, how can he sell a hundred bowls of wontons?

Lin Zhou encountered the biggest trouble since he set up his stall at this moment.

He worked hard all night, stewing soup, kneading dough, and chopping stuffing.

It's one thing to not be able to sell it and waste it, it's a big deal to eat it yourself, but the task will fail!

Lin Zhou did not give up in his dictionary.

He sat on the tricycle, and the stall was not open, and he began to think of a way.

First of all, in this place, in the middle of the night, there is not a single ghost except him.

To complete the task, someone has to come to eat.

Where to find someone?

Lin Zhou took out his mobile phone and looked at his few Wei Xin friends, feeling that it would not work.

Then I suddenly thought of the old diners!

So he began to scroll through the video posts in the same city that were looking for him.

I also made a small account temporarily, and found some netizens who hadn't slept at this point yet, and replied to those netizens who left a comment a few minutes ago.

For example, this person with the nickname 'God of Wealth's favorite cub' is his customer at first glance.

Commented ten minutes ago......