Suspicious old diners began to quietly talk in the comments section of some videos of Fa Baihe Tourism.

Like what, "I don't believe it, how can Boss Lin set up a stall in one location repeatedly, what you see must be fake." Comments like that.

Then there are always simple people who deceive and justify at the bottom.

I have to prove that Boss Lin is setting up a stall in the Baihe Morning Market this week.

And in the morning market, there are not only Boss Lin's diners, but also tourists, locals and the like.

Diners naturally know how to keep secrets.

But some local diners saw it as a good opportunity to promote their White River.

In addition, they are originally because the morning market is now full of tourists from other places to play.

Locals have been appealed to, which probably means that many outsiders come to travel now, and it is already very crowded, and the locals have not come to the morning market to play in advance, so that tourists from other places can be played.

So that's how the news got out.

The old diners who got the reply were even more skeptical, how could this news become more and more true!

So I continued to set the message.

"No picture to say a fart, who knows if it's a fake news that you people from Baihe deliberately put out in order to attract tourists to come over?"

As soon as these words come out, can the people of Baihe endure it?

The next day, if you don't sleep, you have to go to the morning market to take photos for these netizens to see.

So, when the next day, some people were already dark, and came to the morning market at four o'clock in the morning, earlier than some stall owners.

"Hey, the brothers are all here to wait for Boss Lin?"

Lin Zhou's point hasn't come out yet.

There were already a lot of people gathered in front of him at the place where he set up his stall.

A rough count of them yielded twenty or thirty.

All of them are very smart, they don't want to queue up, and they want to come over to eat vermicelli soup in the first wave of Boss Lin's stall.

And many of these people didn't eat yesterday, and they thought about it for a day and a night, so they got up in line in the early morning, anxious to eat the first batch of vermicelli soup.

I didn't expect the first batch, and there were quite a lot of people.

Seeing that there were more people, everyone consciously began to line up.

"There are too many people, let's line up, otherwise I'm afraid that those who come behind will have to cut the line."

"It makes sense, it's early in the morning, it's really cold, I look at the weather forecast in Baihe, it's going to snow tomorrow."

"No wonder it's so cold, there is no snow in my house for less than January, and it is short-lived."

"It's not, it's worth this trip, not to mention being able to eat Boss Lin's craftsmanship, and you can also watch the snow."

"I asked a local brother yesterday, and he said that there is snow and there is snow, but the current snow can't stay."

"It's harmful, you can see it, you can feel it."

"I'm so happy, I can't imagine that I'll be drinking beef soup tomorrow while watching the snow."

"It's not, it's really a coincidence, it's hot vermicelli soup, in this cold day, it's really amazing."

"Yesterday, when I watched those people eat, they ate all the soup, vermicelli and meat, and there was not a single garlic leaf left, which made me hungry."

"I ate the beef soup made by the eldest brother next to me, it tastes good, I feel very delicious, I came here so early today to eat the vermicelli soup made by Boss Lin."

“……”

At four o'clock in the morning, the sky was not bright, the environment was dark, and a group of people in line were all outsiders, and they were really a little scared when they gathered together and didn't speak.

If you are not familiar with the place, before dawn, you will go to the morning market to queue up, and you are not very bold enough to do this.

Then the stall owners who were already preparing to set up their stalls at this point in the morning market were stunned when they passed by here and saw that there was already a long queue at the place where Boss Lin set up his stall so early.

They are all a group of business people, so they naturally know how outrageous it is to have a group of diners come and wait before they are out of the stall.

After realizing their surprise, the stall owners suddenly reacted.

Before Boss Lin came out of the stall, the tourists were already queuing.

What about those of them who had gone to Boss Lin's stall for breakfast before the tourists arrived?

Isn't it impossible to eat?

They have to be busy with work in the morning, preparing to go out of the stall, how can they have time to wait in line for the vermicelli soup like those tourists.

It's very uncomfortable!

"Boss Lin's business is really good, and I can't eat a bowl of vermicelli soup when I want to come late."

"No, I thought I could have breakfast before the tourists came."

These stall owners and owners felt that they were busy with their own things.

By the time the morning market came, more stall owners came.

Seeing that Boss Lin hadn't come yet, some people were queuing, so he hurriedly moved his bench over and let these people sit first.

"Oh, it's a cold day, you southerners are really not too cold, come and line up so early, it's better to wait for dawn, it's very cold at night."

These stall owners are really impressed by the frost-resistant ability of southern tourists.

In this weather, their locals can't come to line up so early to buy food.

I'm really unconvinced!

The locals in the crowd bowed their heads and muffled.

If you are recognized as a local, you will come early in the morning to grab food with tourists from other places.

I'm afraid that I will have to take a slap when I go home.

Now up and down the White River, which does not follow the tourists from other places first.

Seriously.

They were also afraid of competing with tourists from other places.

Therefore, I deliberately chose to come over before the morning market opened, stagger the time with the tourists, and take a photo of Boss Lin queuing up to prove that Boss Lin is really in Baihe.

I didn't expect them to come so early, and Boss Lin's booth had to line up.

It was also caught off guard.

When these out-of-town tourists chatted, they didn't dare to speak, and when asked, they nodded or shook their heads at most, for fear that their identities would be exposed as soon as they opened their mouths.

Finally.

Under the watchful eye, Lin Zhou came on his tricycle.

It was no surprise to see so many diners waiting in line for him.

I said hello and started to come out of the stall.

Compared to yesterday's rush.

At 11 o'clock tonight, I got up and started preparing food.

There was plenty of time to prepare.

Even the beef and mutton soup was stewed before it was brought out of the stall.

This will just clean up and take out the same ingredients.

The excited diners finally waited for Lin Zhou.

The mood is called a pleasure.

Seeing Lin Zhou take a piece of meat out to display, he was surprised and wowed, as if he was playing music next to him.

"Wow!"

"Roar!"

"It's so meaty!"

"(⊙o⊙) Wow!"

I can't fix it for Lin Zhou.

Every piece of meat is in the spotlight.

Full of rituals.

Lin Zhou packed up his things and began to take powder for business.

Warm yellow lights hit the stalls, illuminating the ingredients on the stalls, as the soup base boiled.

The smell of meat wafts away, attracting everyone's attention.

As the vermicelli soup was cooked, the tables and chairs in front of Lin Zhou's stall were filled with people after a while.

These tables and chairs were prepared by the stall owners in the morning market before Lin Zhou came.

Locals mingling among tourists, after eating this bowl of vermicelli soup.

Looking at the remarks on the Internet that slandered them for lying, he tearfully chose not to reply.

Silence is the best response.