"I guess it'll be half an hour before it's our turn."

Old diners have a lot of experience with queuing.

A glance at the number of people in front of you allows you to deduce the time of the queue based on experience.

"That's okay."

Aunt Ge was relieved a lot and continued to stand in the line and wait.

She was not surprised that there were so many people queuing up at the fried skewer stall.

She also ate the fried skewers, and the taste was so delicious, she couldn't make them anyway.

If the things outside are all delicious like this, even if she picks the door, she is willing to spend this money.

"My grandson ate this fried skewer once, and he kept clamoring to eat it, but he didn't buy it when he came late yesterday."

The old diner thought to himself, if it weren't for Boss Lin asking people to send ingredients over again today, with their backward level, I'm afraid they still wouldn't be able to buy it.

How crazy Boss Lin's fans are, as a fan, he knows very well.

Especially some people who don't have to go to work and still have money, they have money and leisure, and often occupy the front position of Boss Lin's stall.

Everyone is very involuted to eat the food made by Boss Lin.

"Then there will be a lot of noise in your house in the future."

Aunt Ge: ?

Aunt Ge's face changed, and she was about to open her mouth when she heard the old diner say again.

"The boss who sells fried skewers will only sell for a week in one place, and next week he will change places to sell other food, so he won't be able to eat in the future, and your grandson will have to quarrel every day."

"Huh? And what's going on? ”

It was the first time for Aunt Ge to encounter such a way of setting up a stall, and she couldn't believe it.

"Really?"

"What am I lying to you for, I won't know if you can see Boss Lin here next week."

Aunt Ge paused, feeling that she didn't want to believe it, but she had to believe it.

"And where to find it?"

"Look at your luck, pay more attention to Boss Lin's news in the same city."

After speaking, the old diner thought that Lin Zhou had the experience of going to the next city to set up a stall, and changed the same city to the Internet.

"It's so troublesome."

Aunt Ge is in her sixties, where would she do this.

But he also wrote down what the old diners said, and prepared to wait for his son and daughter-in-law to come back in the evening, so that they could do it.

......

The second batch of ingredients didn't last long, and it was sold out at half past eleven.

For the diners who didn't buy it later, I can only say sorry.

"Blame me for being late, Boss Lin asked people to send ingredients today, but I still didn't catch up."

This year's diners know how to retreat as advance.

Look at this poor look.

Lin Zhou was a little guilty.

But looking at the time of more than three hours, with the inventory that is gone, I still plan to close the stall.

"I'm out at eight o'clock, you can come early tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Boss Lin, I will definitely arrive early tomorrow, I didn't get up early today."

For the current generation of young people, it is okay to go to bed late.

If Lin Zhou set up a stall at 12 o'clock, it would be trivial for many people.

But to set up a stall at eight o'clock, if you want to buy it, you have to push it forward for a few hours, and getting up early is a must.

Earlier, this kind of thing against the will of the body, a few people could hear the alarm clock and get up immediately.

He set a six-o'clock alarm clock in the morning.

As a result, the alarm clock rang in a daze, so I pressed it, and it was almost half past seven when I woke up.

Then when I came to the place to queue up, I didn't expect to be able to eat, try my luck, and I was unwilling, but now I didn't buy it, and it was just expected.

"Oh, finally there aren't so many people in line, boy, are you going to close the stall?"

The old people who had been watching at the gate of the nursing home saw that the people in front of Lin Zhou's stall were scattered one after another, so they came up.

Seeing that the ingredients in the glass cabinet were gone, I was not in a hurry, but put on a close.

"That's right, Grandma."

Lin Zhou responded with a smile and continued to pack his things.

"Then don't rush to clean up, I'll go to the nursing home kitchen to get some ingredients, can you make one for me?"

Hearing the grandmother's words, the diners who had not left on the side broke their defense.

Grandma, you don't talk about martial arts!

"Is that okay?"

The diner looked at Lin Zhou with an outrageous expression, as if waiting for his answer.

Lin Zhou was also quite helpless.

It seems that few people have bought this group of old men and women in nursing homes in the past two days.

However, his so-called selling out of stalls does not mean that the ingredients are gone, but that even the batter and sauce are gone.

"Grandma, I don't even have the sauce."

Lin Zhou looked at the eager diners on the side, and took out the bucket with the sauce to show them with a smile.

You say you don't have any ingredients, but there are sauces and the like, and you can still have people send ingredients to continue setting up the stall.

But the soul sauce for the fried skewers is gone, and it really can't continue to be out of the stall.

"That's no way."

The old grandmother was so disappointed that she sat at the door, thinking that when everyone in line had left, she would come and ask herself if it was okay to provide ingredients to help fry it.

I didn't expect even the dipping sauce to be gone.

Ay!

I can only smell the fragrance, but I can't eat it, isn't this seducing these old people!

It seems that there is only one last option.

The old people don't just make plans to take their place before the young people come.

Also, the stall ingredients are gone, and they provide their own ingredients for the boss to help fry them.

Now the plan to wait for the fried skewer stall to collect the ingredients in the past will not work, so the only thing left is the plan to occupy the place in advance.

After lunch, a group of old people began to formally sit in the lounge to discuss.

"Let the security guard at the door help pay attention, if someone comes to line up, we will be notified, and we will go out with a folding bed and line up while sleeping."

"This is okay, when the time comes, I will also give the security guard some fried skewers as a reward, and the uncle will definitely be happy."

"It's still Xiao Hu Lao Wang, they are clever, and they will go to line up when they get up this morning."

"We don't have to eat it in the morning, we can save it for lunch or eat it in the afternoon, just let the kitchen help heat it."

"Okay, then do it."

......

So, Friday.

It was still Gao Jiazhi who set off from home with his dog to the Happy Nursing Home at five o'clock in the morning.

When I went to the place, I looked at the old man sleeping on a row of folding recliners and was startled.

It's mid-October, and the time of dawn is gradually passing, and the street lights on both sides of the road are still bright.

Wouldn't you be surprised to see such a scene unprepared?

Then Gao Jiazhi saw a few young people squatting on the side, as if he had found an organization.

asked Dabao to line up first, and quietly came over.

"Brother, are you all here to wait for Boss Lin?"

The young man nodded.

Because the old people next to it are sleeping.

A group of people consciously lowered their voices and communicated in a whisper.

"Why are these old people sleeping outside?"

Gao Jiazhi patted his chest, saying that the level of stimulation was not much worse than Taoshan at night.

"Didn't you notice where they slept in our queue?"

"I really didn't pay attention."

When Gao Jiazhi arrived at the place, he was startled by a row of sleeping old people, where did he notice anything else.

The buddy who arrived for the first time described to everyone what he saw.

......

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