txolops Chapter 170: 128 Yuan, Nobody Wants It? White-Collar Workers Go Crazy
Chapter 170: 128 Yuan, Nobody Wants It? White-Collar Workers Go Crazy
Liu Wei, Zhao Qiang, and Li Na, carrying takeout boxes, sat down at the folding table on the side of the stall.
She twirled the plastic spoon in her hand, completely disregarding her usual white-collar image.
"This meat...it's amazing!"
Liu Wei shoved a mouthful of rice into his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and his eyes lit up instantly. "This pork belly is so tender it melts in your mouth, there's not a single bit of meat left!"
And this fatty meat isn't greasy at all; it's purely fragrant with fat!
"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you!"
Zhao Qiang didn't even look up, just kept putting spoonful after spoonful into his mouth, "This sauce is the soul of the dish!"
The balance of salty and sweet is perfect! The rice has absorbed the aroma of shallots and dark soy sauce—it's simply divine!
Li Na, a white-collar worker who usually talks about controlling her sugar and losing fat, was moving faster than anyone else at this moment.
"Click."
Li Na took a bite of the pickled radish as a side dish, and its crisp and refreshing taste instantly neutralized the richness of the meat.
"This radish is such a perfect match, and the blanched Shanghai bok choy is so crisp and refreshing!"
Li Na said, "Boss Lin's skills are so good, spending 128 yuan is totally worth it."
I hereby declare that my diet plan for this week has completely failed!
The way the three of them genuinely enjoyed their meal served as a walking advertisement in the heart of the bustling square.
The aroma emanating from the insulated container in the first greenhouse quickly attracted many passersby who had come early to visit the food festival.
"It smells so good, what's that smell?"
"It seems to be coming from that greenhouse up ahead. Let's go take a look."
Several passersby followed the aroma and gathered around, but hesitated slightly when they saw the price tag of "128 yuan per serving" on the blackboard.
But seeing the posture of Liu Wei and his two companions, the hesitation in his heart was instantly shattered.
"Boss, one order, please!"
A young man wearing glasses was the first to resist and took out his phone.
"I'd also like a bowl of minced pork rice!"
"Alright! WeChat payment of 128 yuan received. Everyone, please wait a moment, it'll be ready soon!"
Wang Hai, holding a takeout box, greeted everyone with a cheerful smile.
Lin Chen turned around and walked to the large barrel.
Serving rice, pouring sauce, and adding greens and radishes.
Their movements were swift and efficient, without a single unnecessary word, responding to diners with an extremely fast food serving speed.
Time passed by, second by second.
The clock slowly ticked toward 5:20 p.m.
There were still ten minutes before the office building officially closed for the day, but a sudden burst of noisy footsteps came from the auxiliary road in front of the No. 1 canopy.
"Hurry, hurry! It's just ahead! I see the sign for greenhouse number one!"
"Old Wang, don't push me!"
Wang Hai said in the group chat that the minced meat rice was limited in quantity, and I had to be the first to get it today!
"Boss Lin! We're here!"
Amidst a commotion, a large crowd surged into the entrance of the square.
Most of these people were wearing business attire, and some hadn't even had time to take off their work badges.
They moved quickly, locking onto Lin Chen's stall number one, without even glancing at the Western food stalls on either side.
These are the regular customers from the group!
In order to be among the first to try out the new dishes launched today, this group of people tacitly decided to leave early and managed to arrive at the food festival before the morning rush hour.
"Oh my god! How come someone's already eating up ahead of us!"
The young man with a buzz cut who was at the front saw Liu Wei and his two companions and immediately became anxious, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Wang Hai!"
Hurry! Save me a serving of minced meat rice!
I ran downstairs without even pressing the time clock!
"I'll have two servings! One fried rice and one minced meat rice!"
"Boss Lin, you've finally come up with a new dish! We're so hungry!"
Regular customers flocked to the stall, but they lined up in an orderly fashion in front of it.
In the blink of an eye, the line that originally consisted of only a few passersby swelled to forty or fifty people, completely blocking the front of the No. 1 tent!
"Don't push! Line up! Plenty of rice and meat!"
Looking at the massive army, Wang Hai's smile stretched almost to the back of his head. "The payment code is here, everyone open the payment interface in advance!"
"Ding! WeChat payment received: 128 yuan!"
"Ding! 227 yuan has been deposited into your Alipay account!"
"Ding! WeChat payment received: 128 yuan!"
The loud, continuous payment notification sounds rang out in greenhouse number one, showing no sign of stopping.
Lin Chen stood in front of the stove.
Despite the chaotic scene, his eyes showed no sign of panic.
Hold the box in your left hand, and use your right hand to scoop out rice and pour sauce.
The iron spoon moved smoothly between the insulated container and the lunchbox, like a precise and efficient machine.
"Uncles and aunties! Don't push! Line up, you can get your spoons here!"
Tangtang sat on a small stool, her little hands busy.
They took clean plastic spoons from a small red basket and carefully handed them to the regular customers who were at the front of the line.
"Thank you, Tangtang! Tangtang was such a good girl today!"
"Hey, Little Lucky Star is here!"
"Quick, get Uncle a spoon!"
Regular customers received their steaming hot lunchboxes, greeted Tangtang with smiles, and then eagerly carried their braised pork rice to the open space to enjoy their meal.
The entire No. 1 greenhouse was completely filled with the clamor of voices and the frantic announcements of payment collection.
The smoke from the fireworks soared straight into the sky.
In stark contrast to the bustling scene at tent number one, the other stalls on either side were much smaller.
In front of stall number two.
The steak owner, who had just been so confident that Lin Chen wouldn't be able to sell a second steak, was now standing there, dumbfounded.
The stainless steel clamp in his hand froze in mid-air, and the butter on the iron plate was already burning and emitting black smoke, but he was completely unaware.
He looked at the long line in front of tent number one, which had at least forty or fifty people and was still getting longer.
Watching those white-collar workers who should be pursuing "style" willingly queue up and rush to buy a bowl of minced meat rice for 128 yuan.
The wine glasses, cutlery, and thick-cut steaks displayed in front of the steak vendor's stall looked rather pathetic in the face of the surging crowd.
There wasn't a single customer.
The owner of the Japanese restaurant at stall number three looked ashen-faced.
He placed the fish-cutting knife on the cutting board and watched as several young people who had been standing in front of his stall turned around and joined Lin Chen's queue after smelling the aroma of meat coming from next door.
"What the hell is going on...?"
The Japanese restaurant owner gritted his teeth and spoke.
It's not just those two companies.
The owners of several Western restaurants selling handmade hamburgers and pasta nearby all had expressions of utter disbelief.
Their stall, as a result, had all its customers sucked away by a roadside stall next door that sold fried rice and pork rice within half an hour of opening!
It's deserted here, with only a few cats and dogs around.
The number one tent in the very center has become the absolute center of the entire square!
This situation plunged the group of Western restaurant owners into a deathly silence.