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Chapter 100 Fleeing in Disarray

At the other end of Yintai Plaza, a heated argument drifted over on the evening breeze, so loud that even the regular customers queuing on this side could hear it clearly.

"Give me my money back! Otherwise, I'll call the market supervision administration and report you for operating without a license!"

Zhang Ming shouted loudly.

Wang Hai, who was putting fried rice into a takeout box, paused slightly.

He looked up and glanced in the direction of the sound. When he saw the scene, Wang Hai burst out laughing.

Wang Hai didn't stop packing, but turned his head, lowered his voice, and smiled at Lin Chen, "Brother Chen, look over there."

Those two unlucky guys who were fooled by the cheap price went to settle accounts with the counterfeit food vendor.

This is what they call "evil people will be punished by other evil people."

Liu Wei, who was at the front of the line, also looked over and laughed, enjoying the spectacle.

"Can't we just let him get away with this?"

"If I had to pay fifty yuan for a bowl of greasy, sticky, mushy rice, I'd flip the table too."

"that is."

Zhao Qiang chimed in, "Do you really think you can just set up a pot and put up a red banner and call it 'Small Gold Fried Rice'?"

Is it possible for someone to learn Boss Lin's skills just by watching him for a couple of seconds?

This is what they call "if you don't have the skills, don't take on the job"—it's no wonder it backfired!

Li Na covered her mouth and laughed: "Look at that fat boss. He was so arrogant when he was shouting through the loudspeaker, but now that someone said they would report him, he's turned green with fear and is bowing his head to refund the money."

Faced with the discussions among Wang Hai and his regular customers.

Clang.

Lin Chen tapped the iron spoon against the edge of the pot, turned off the heat, and took the pot out.

He divided the fried rice into three portions and poured them into the lunchboxes next to him.

"Wang Hai, pack it up. Don't worry about other people's business, just focus on our own business."

"Okay, Brother Chen!"

Wang Hai immediately looked away, closed the lid of the lunchbox, and put it into a plastic bag.

Sitting on a small stool, Tangtang hugged her little plastic basket, tilted her head back, and said to Wang Hai very seriously, "Uncle Fatty, Daddy said we can't get distracted."

If you pack too slowly, the older kids behind you will get hungry!

Hearing the little girl's sweet, childlike reminder, the diners in line around them smiled kindly.

"Did you hear that, Hai-ge? Even Tangtang is more sensible than you!"

Liu Wei took his steaming hot fried rice and a small box of chilled radishes, laughing and joking.

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"Go away, I'm just happy for our Brother Chen."

Wang Hai said cheerfully as he collected the money and scanned the code.

Lin Chen ignored their banter, turned around, restarted the engine, and poured in oil.

"Next."

Lin Chen cracked an egg as he spoke.

Meanwhile, at the red stalls on the other side of the square, the farce had quickly come to an end.

Faced with Zhang Ming and Li Hui's firm stance of calling to report them, the fat boss, who was already operating without a license and wanted to make quick money by riding the wave of popularity, completely backed down.

Fearing that he would attract the attention of the urban management officers and the supervisory bureau, he had no choice but to obediently return the money to its original source.

Zhang Ming and Li Hui snorted coldly, not even glancing at the two bowls of "pig slop," and turned to leave.

The onlookers pointed and whispered, then dispersed with disgusted expressions.

"Boss, are we... are we still selling?"

The chef, sweating profusely, looked at the empty stall and asked hesitantly.

"Sell my ass! You've completely disgraced yourself! Are you still waiting to be reported and fined?"

The fat boss angrily tore down the banner, not even bothering to wipe the folding table, and haphazardly threw it onto the tricycle.

The loudspeaker was also turned off casually.

In less than three minutes, the stall that had just been trying to steal business with low prices and loudspeakers was like a stray dog, leaving without even cleaning up the trash in front of its stall, and slunk away from Yintai Plaza.

"They ran away! Look, Brother Chen, those bastards ran off with their tails between their legs!"

Wang Hai, who had been keeping an eye on the area out of the corner of his eye, felt incredibly relieved when he saw the fleeing tricycle.

"Serves him right! He tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead!"

Wang Hai handed a takeout plate of fried rice to a customer, saying, "Trying to steal our customers by offering radishes? Don't you even know if you have the skills!"

The regular customers who were queuing up also cheered.

"Haha, that felt so good!"

"The food at Boss Lin's place is still the best!"

Smelling this aroma, I'd gladly wait in line for half an hour!

"That's right! Even if someone can copy the name of Boss Lin's cooking, they can never copy the soul of this flavor!"

Amid the noise, Lin Chen remained standing in front of the stove.

The bright firelight illuminated his face.

The appearance and disappearance of the noodle stall didn't bother him much.

He only controlled the strength of his wrist, constantly tossing and stirring the food.

"Out of the pot."

The fried rice was quickly packed into takeout boxes.

"Here you go! Your fried rice, topped with our exclusive complimentary chilled, sweet and sour crunchy radish!"

Take your food and be careful!

Wang Hai handed the bag to the customer.

"Thanks, Hai-ge! I've been craving this chilled radish all day!"

The customer took the bag with satisfaction and couldn't wait to go to the side to open it and taste it.

Tangtang sat on a small stool, holding a plastic basket full of disposable spoons in her two little hands.

Seeing a guest receive their food, she immediately and cheerfully handed them a spoon, adding a sweet reminder: "Here's a spoon for you, brother. You have to eat it all!"

"Thank you, Tangtang! I promise I won't leave a single grain of rice!"

Beside the stall, Tangtang's big eyes kept glancing towards the exit of the Yintai Building, patiently waiting for that familiar figure.