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Chapter 201 Taking Sick Leave to Queue Up

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The auxiliary road outside Yintai Plaza.

The two cars stopped beside the familiar flower bed steps at the edge of the square.

This is the original location where Lin Chen set up his stall before the No. 1 greenhouse opened.

Wang Hai opened the driver's side door and jumped out of the car.

Instead of immediately opening the trunk, he looked up at the center of the square.

The once bustling summer food festival has come to an end.

Several workers were using tools to dismantle the giant red greenhouses.

The tarpaulin was torn off, leaving only rows of bare steel frames.

"call……"

Wang Hai sighed as he watched this scene. "Brother Chen, look over there."

The greenhouses have been almost completely dismantled.

Lin Chen pulled out the key to the tricycle and got off the seat.

Wang Hai stroked his chin, his tone tinged with emotion: "Thinking back to last night, we were still in that No. 1 greenhouse, and we made over 70,000 yuan worth of goods in one night."

Seeing the greenhouses demolished and now empty, I really feel a bit sad.

Lin Chen followed Wang Hai's gaze, his expression remaining completely unchanged.

"The greenhouses have been demolished, but the people who ate there haven't left."

Lin Chen turned around, put the car keys in his pocket, and said crisply, "Stop reminiscing."

Where you set up your stall doesn't matter; the taste is what matters.

Ready to unload goods and set up the stall.

Awakened by Lin Chen's words, Wang Hai paused for a moment, then slapped his thigh.

"Brother Chen is right!"

Wang Hai's slight sadness vanished instantly, and his eyes lit up. "As long as we still have this pot of minced meat sauce, wherever we set it up, that place will be the center of the square!"

Come on, let's get to work!

Wang Hai strode to the back of the bread truck and yanked open the trunk door.

Lin Chen walked over, opened the back passenger door, unbuckled his seatbelt, and carried Tangtang out of the car.

"Daddy."

Tangtang clutched the small red basket full of plastic spoons tightly in her arms, her big eyes looking around. "Aren't we going to sell food in that big house today?"

"I'm not going."

Lin Chen gently placed his daughter on the ground and pointed to the flat open space next to the flower bed. "We're going to the same place today."

"Does Tangtang still remember where she is?"

"Remember!"

Tangtang nodded her little head, carrying a small stool in one hand and a basket in the other, and ran "da da da" to the corner where she used to sit.

The little girl propped herself up on a small stool, placed the plastic basket on her lap, and clapped her hands.

"Daddy, Uncle Fatty, the candy is ready!"

Tangtang raised her little face and reported loudly.

"Alright! Squad leader in position, let's speed things up!"

Wang Hai laughed loudly, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at the extra-large stainless steel thermos in the trunk. "Brother Chen, carry this big item out first!"

Lin Chen stepped forward and grasped the metal handle on one side of the insulated bucket with both hands.

"One, two, go!"

Both exerted their strength simultaneously.

The 60-pound premium minced meat was quite heavy, but with the help of the two men, it was steadily lifted out of the carriage and placed on the folding table.

"Bang."

With a muffled thud, the long table dipped slightly.

Without further ado, the two began making arrangements quickly.

Unload the rice container, arrange the blanched Shanghai bok choy, connect the gas cylinder to the high-powered stove, and hang up the smart speaker for payment.

In less than ten minutes, a neat and tidy roadside stall was set up.

"Brother Chen, all the equipment is in place."

Wang Hai wiped the stainless steel countertop with a towel.

Lin Chen nodded and reached out to turn on the switch for the high-powered stove.

A pale blue flame leaped up, licking the bottom of the wide-mouthed iron pot.

Lin Chen tied on his black apron and unfastened the buckle on the thermos with one hand.

The lid was lifted. The rich aroma of meat, simmered for hours, instantly filled the air.

"Boss Lin! Boss Lin, you've finally arrived!"

A series of hurried footsteps came from the end of the auxiliary road.

A young man in a white shirt, carrying a briefcase, ran breathlessly toward the stall.

The young man ran to the stall, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the thermos on the table.

Wang Hai took a closer look and burst out laughing.

"Hey buddy, you look familiar."

Aren't you that guy in the group called "Keyboard Smoking"?

Didn't you say you'd leave work at six?

"Don't even mention it..."

The young man swallowed hard and said, "The group said there are only 60 jin of meat today, I can't sit still."

I told my supervisor I had a stomachache and immediately took sick leave!

As he spoke, the young man took out his phone and opened the payment code.

"Hurry up, Mr. Wang! Give me two servings of minced meat rice!"

I'm so hungry!

"Alright! With that kind of energy, you deserve a full serving!"

Wang Hai deftly opened the rice cooker and scooped out rice.

A generous spoonful of minced meat sauce is poured over snow-white rice.

Bag it and hand it out.

"Two servings of minced pork rice, here you go!"

As soon as the young man took the plastic bag, Tangtang immediately stood up, grabbed a spoon with both of her little hands, and handed it to him.

"Uncle, here's your spoon!"

Tangtang smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"Thank you, squad leader!"

The young man took the spoon, walked to the steps of the flower bed next to him, and started eating.

With this first order, things quickly started moving around the stall.

"Over there! In the usual spot on the flower bed!"

"Run! I only weigh 60 pounds today!"

With the shouts, several diners who had been wandering around the square came over and quickly lined up in front of the stall.

Five minutes later, the first batch of white-collar workers leaving get off work in the surrounding office buildings also arrived.

"Boss, one serving of minced pork rice, to go!"

"I'd like two servings of fried rice and one serving of minced pork rice!"

"Line up! I'm in front of you!"

In less than ten minutes, more and more diners gathered in the open space in front of the stall.

What started as just a few people quickly grew into a line over ten meters long.

In the queue, some people were scrolling through videos on their phones, some were peering into the insulated containers, and others were whispering about whether there would be enough meat sauce to sell today.

The place was bustling with noise and full of lively atmosphere.

"Ding! WeChat payment received, 128 yuan!"

"Ding! Alipay payment received, 256 yuan!"

The smart speaker began to broadcast announcements continuously.

"Next! Open your payment code in advance!"

Wang Hai shouted at the top of his lungs, his hands moving so fast they seemed to fly.

Serving rice, pouring meat, and bagging—all done in one go.

Lin Chen stood in front of the blazing stove, holding a large iron wok, stirring and flipping the food.

Golden grains of rice leap in mid-air with steady, powerful movements, indicating extremely fast food preparation.

"Uncle, here's your spoon."

Tangtang sat on a small stool, watching intently as each customer took their lunchbox, and accurately handed them a plastic spoon.

The queue continued to grow longer, with new diners consciously joining the end of the line.

Lin Chen and his team were now fully engaged in their busy work.