txolops Chapter 11 You've mistaken me for someone else; I was just passing by.
Chapter 11 You've mistaken me for someone else; I was just passing by.
Liu Wei and his two companions left satisfied.
The area in front of the stall fell silent for a brief moment.
While wiping the folding table with a rag, Wang Hai kept muttering about the bill: "Brother Chen, three portions, that's almost three hundred yuan!"
At this rate, all the rice we steamed today will sell out, bringing in several thousand dollars!
Lin Chen ignored Wang Hai's excitement. He turned on the kettle, poured a small cup of warm water, and handed it to Tangtang, who was sitting on a small stool.
"Drink slowly, it's just to moisten your throat after eating."
Lin Chen said, "Thank you, Daddy!"
Tangtang held her water cup and obediently took two sips.
Meanwhile, Zhang, the security captain, who was standing a dozen meters away, was going through an internal struggle.
As he watched Liu Wei and the other two walk away, his mind was filled with the image of those three high-level white-collar workers who had gone to such lengths to grab a bite to eat, abandoning all pretense of decorum.
Moreover, after they finished eating, the three people not only didn't complain that 99 yuan was too expensive, but they also praised it highly and even helped promote it in the group chat.
"Gurgle—" another groan came from Brother Zhang's stomach.
He hadn't had a drop of water since noon, and the aroma of several fried rice dishes he'd just been bombarded from all sides had caused his stomach acid to churn violently.
Brother Zhang stared intently at the dilapidated tricycle not far away, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.
He was so hungry, and he really wanted to taste what this heavenly flavor was.
But it costs ninety-nine yuan a serving!
He works himself to the bone all day on guard duty and only earns two or three hundred yuan. Spending nearly a hundred yuan on a plate of fried rice from a roadside stall is like cutting off his own flesh.
"Damn it, I'll give it my all! It's just a matter of cutting down on two packs of cigarettes!"
Brother Zhang gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.
Even if he was being ripped off, he would accept it; the aroma was simply too unbearable.
He glanced at the glass doors of the building. It was nearing the end of the workday, and a few employees were gradually coming out of the building, while the number of people in the square was also gradually increasing.
"Since there are so many people now, I'll sneak over, buy a serving, eat it, and leave. Nobody should notice."
After making up his mind, Brother Zhang sneaked behind a marble pillar like a thief.
He quickly unbuttoned his uniform jacket, took off the jacket with the property logo, and haphazardly stuffed it, along with the walkie-talkie on his waist, into the bushes in the nearby green belt.
Wearing only a light blue shirt without any markings, Brother Zhang deliberately messed up his neatly combed hair, trying to conceal his identity as the security captain.
After doing all this, Brother Zhang took a deep breath, straightened his back, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards Lin Chen's tricycle as if nothing had happened.
He lowered his head, deliberately lowered his voice, and said in a gruff voice, "Boss, make me a plate of fried rice."
Hurry up, I'm in a rush.
Hearing the sound, Wang Hai, who was tidying up the packing boxes, looked up.
Wang Hai looked the man in the blue shirt up and down, his gaze lingering on his face before settling on his black uniform trousers and his signature work boots.
"Pfft—" Wang Hai couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Hey sir, you look familiar."
Wang Hai suppressed a laugh and deliberately leaned forward to take a look. "How come your face looks exactly like Captain Zhang, who was trying to kick us out earlier?"
What's this? You've taken off your disguise and are now on an incognito visit?
Zhang's face instantly turned bright red, as red as a ripe tomato.
He hurriedly avoided Wang Hai's gaze, forcing himself to continue playing dumb: "You...you've mistaken me for someone else!"
I'm just passing by! Are you guys even doing business?
"If I'm not going to do it, I'm leaving!"
As he spoke, Brother Zhang made a move to turn around, but his toes remained firmly planted on the spot, not moving an inch.
"Let's do it! Why not make money if we can?"
Wang Hai wasn't about to let this opportunity to ridicule him slip by, so he shouted loudly, "Whether you're a passerby or Captain Zhang, as long as you scan the code to pay, you're our God!"
Ninety-nine yuan per ticket, scan the QR code on the front of the vehicle!
Brother Zhang was so bullied by Wang Hai that he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
But he gritted his teeth, took out his phone, and scanned the plastic QR code on the tricycle.
"Beep—WeChat payment received, 99 yuan."
A cold, impersonal notification sound rang out.
Lin Chen didn't look at Brother Zhang once from beginning to end, nor did he utter a single word of mockery.
After confirming receipt of payment, he turned around decisively.
Turn on the fire, heat the oil, add the eggs, and pour in the rice.
There was not a single unnecessary movement.
With a rhythmic clanging of the iron pot and spatula, Lin Chen turned off the gas stove in just over two minutes.
A plate of golden-brown fried rice with a fragrant aroma of scallions was neatly packed into a takeout box.
"Your food."
Lin Chen handed over the lunchbox along with a plastic spoon, his tone calm.
Brother Zhang quickly reached out and took the lunchbox.
He was initially reluctant to spend the ninety-nine yuan, but when he held the steaming hot fried rice in his hand and the pure, unadulterated aroma of eggs filled his nostrils, he suddenly felt that the money wasn't so badly spent.
He was so hungry he couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't even bother to find a place to sit. He stood right next to the tricycle, picked up a spoon, scooped up a big spoonful of fried rice, and stuffed it into his mouth without waiting.
He chewed twice. Suddenly, Brother Zhang froze on the spot, his eyes widening instantly.
The dry rice grains bounced between your teeth, and the rich aroma of eggs instantly filled your entire mouth.
It lacks the greasiness and MSG taste commonly found in roadside stalls, and eating it only brings an extremely comfortable and satisfying feeling.
He had never eaten such delicious fried rice in his life!
"Waaah..."
Zhang Ge let out a muffled groan, and the spoon in his hand instantly became a blur.
He shoveled mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, even gasping for breath from the heat, but he couldn't bear to stop and catch his breath.
"Great value for money! Absolutely great value for money!" Zhang Ge roared inwardly as he frantically stuffed rice into his mouth.
To be able to eat this level of food for only ninety-nine yuan, he's really hit the jackpot!
Wang Hai looked at Zhang Ge's starving appearance and laughed without any restraint.
"Hey, sir, please take your time eating."
Wang Hai deliberately drawled out his words, "Isn't this food too hot to eat?"
At this moment, Brother Zhang had no time to refute; he didn't even bother to lift his head.
In less than three minutes, he finished the whole box of fried rice.
Tangtang, sitting on a small stool next to him, rested her chin on her hands and looked at Brother Zhang.
"Uncle Fatty, this uncle pretending to be a passerby eats very fast too."
Does Daddy's cooking have magic powers?
Tangtang said in a childish voice.
Hearing the little girl's innocent words, Brother Zhang blushed and scratched his head awkwardly.
Just as Brother Zhang scraped the last bit of chopped green onion from the bottom of the lunchbox into his mouth with a spoon, preparing to quickly throw away the empty box and make a run for it.
"Ding—" The elevator door in the lobby on the first floor of the building made a crisp sound.
The automatic sensor door slides open to both sides.
Seven or eight white-collar workers, men and women, wearing high-level name tags and business attire, hurriedly walked down the steps while looking down at group messages on their phones.
The man at the front, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looked around and instantly locked his gaze on the dilapidated tricycle parked at the edge of the square.
"Right here! This is the stall that Brother Liu posted in the group chat!"
The bespectacled man waved his hand, and the seven or eight colleagues behind him immediately quickened their pace and rushed towards Lin Chen's stall.