mesbooks Chapter 114 The Neighbors Are Very Helpful
Chapter 114 The Neighbors Are Very Helpful
Chen Yuan said to the two old men, "Thank you both for speaking up for me."
Grandpa Xu waved his hand dismissively and said, "You're always so polite. What's the big deal? If your shop goes out of business, where are we supposed to eat?"
After paying, the two left one after the other.
The chat in the live stream paused for a moment.
[This person isn't very professional; how can they say it's special?]
I actually think it's quite true, because my dad only uses a few words when he eats.
[You acted quite convincingly; keep up the good work!]
These two seem to be speaking quite sincerely. I wonder what's going on. Let's wait and see.
Soon, a long line of people arrived.
Within minutes, diners flocked in from all directions.
Besides these old neighbors, there are also school children.
Little Fatty Lin Zikang ran over, not even having time to wipe his sweat, and said to Chen Yuan.
"Boss, hurry up, hurry up! We need to add two more orders to the ones I sent you last night."
"Okay, what do you want? I'll pack it for you right away."
"I want two pork buns and one brown sugar fried cake, and in the other bag I want one custard bun, two red bean paste fried cakes, and one fried dough stick."
"Okay, right away."
Lin Zikang put the plastic bag with his name on it into his bag.
He said this while pretending.
"I'd also like a bowl of wontons, a cup of red bean milk, two meat buns, two vegetable buns, and a fried dough stick."
"Why did you eat so much today?"
"Oh dear, my mom said last night that I've gained weight recently and that I need to lose weight, so she didn't give me any late-night snacks. I'll have to make up for it all this morning."
Lu Mingyuan said with a smile, "Okay, but I think your mom is right, you should lose weight."
After taking care of Li Zikang, Liu Huanhuan nodded in agreement.
"Brother Chen, I'd like a bowl of wontons and a cup of beauty soy milk too."
"Okay, is this little bit enough to fill you up?"
"Yes, don't worry."
Are these student touts? They really do look like students.
I also think they really look like real students, not fake ones.
My sister is also in high school, and she looks just as completely drained.
[I'm starting to feel like this isn't quite like a script anymore.]
Next came a group of middle-aged women dressed in matching Tai Chi uniforms.
They were all full of energy and spoke loudly.
"Give me some calming porridge. My husband and I have been sleeping really well these past two days, sleeping through the night."
"Xiao Chen, do you always have this porridge? If not, we're going to suffer."
"Yes, yes, we can hold off on selling everything else, but we have to sell this week. My husband and I are counting on this bowl of porridge to get a good night's sleep."
"Hey Chen, give me a bowl of wontons."
They didn't notice the phone broadcasting the live stream; instead, they each talked about their own things.
That heartfelt support and the lively atmosphere can easily be conveyed through the screen.
Standing behind the steamer, looking at these familiar faces, Chen Yuan couldn't help but feel moved.
He didn't say much, but he quickened his pace to make sure everyone got the breakfast they wanted.
Meanwhile, more and more plot twists finally appeared in the live stream chat.
I really can't lie and say this is scripted; it really doesn't sound like acting. That's just how my grandma talks.
I'm starting to feel sorry for the boss.
I think Wang Qiang might not be telling the truth; this food is making me hungry.
Honestly, the owner makes all these dishes fresh, and the meat filling looks very fresh. Under these circumstances, it's hard for them to taste bad.
Does anyone know the exact address? I'd like to try it too, since it's in the same city.
Chen Yuan glanced at the comments section briefly.
The reviews changed from overwhelmingly negative to a mix of positive and negative.
Chen Yuan felt much better. It seemed that the current situation was not entirely unfavorable to him, and starting a live stream was indeed the right choice.
As the sun rose, the crowd outside the shop grew larger and larger.
Besides the long-time residents of the community, there were many unfamiliar faces in the group.
Many young people, in particular, were taking photos and checking in at the shops with their phones.
They were clearly drawn in by the online celebrity battle of the past two days.
Some looked happy, their eyes filled with curiosity.
Some whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with scrutiny and suspicion, and occasionally pointed at Chen Yuan in front of the control panel.
Some of them were clearly just there to join in the fun.
"This is the shop; it looks pretty ordinary."
"What kind of sign is this? It's hideous!"
"I don't know if the kitchen is dirty or clean. If I find anything dirty in my food later, I'll report it immediately."
"This line is so long, it's unbelievable! When will we ever get to the front of the line?"
A few young men dressed in trendy brands stood on the side of the line, whispering among themselves. Their voices were neither deliberately lowered nor too loud.
Several elderly neighbors overheard this and cast disapproving glances their way.
Finally, these young men got to the front of the line, and one of them, a young man with dyed hair, shoved his phone camera directly at the control panel.
"Boss, give me a meat bun first. Let me check if the filling is fresh."
"Let me make this clear first: if this isn't fresh, I'll smash your stall in front of everyone today, just to rid the world of a menace."
Chen Yuan glanced at him: "Okay, what if it tastes good?"
"That's easy. If it tastes good, I'll immediately post an apology on my WeChat Moments and promote it for you."
"no problem."
A steaming hot bun was put into the bag and handed over.
After paying, the young man broke the steamed bun in half right in front of the camera.
He originally wanted to check for any unusual odors or darkened flesh color.
The moment the bun was broken open, a rich aroma of meat mixed with the fragrance of dough wafted out. The meat filling inside was pink, and the soup was crystal clear. It had none of the dullness of inferior meat, nor any artificial flavoring.
The young man hesitated for a moment, then took a bite.
"Holy crap! This is delicious!"
The meat juices burst in your mouth, the perfectly seasoned broth complementing the noodles that have soaked up all the flavor.
The noodles are soft and chewy on the inside and have a slightly chewy texture on the outside. This combination of textures is something that ordinary breakfast shops can't compare to.
An overwhelming sense of amazement washed over him.
The young men who came with him were somewhat surprised.
"Really?"
"Is it really delicious? If it is, I'll buy a few more."
The young man nodded vigorously and stuffed the entire bun into his mouth in a few quick movements.
"It's so delicious, so delicious! Buy it now! Oh right... I'll buy two more fried dough sticks to try."
"Boss, give me one of everything in your shop!"