After Lu Qin finished setting up his stall, he apologized to the more than twenty customers who had failed to buy fried rice noodles.
They had truly experienced the agony of smelling food without being able to eat it.
It was unbearable.
It was like when you had just started dieting, only gnawed on a cucumber for dinner, then went out for a run and passed a roadside barbecue stall. Yet you had neither your wallet nor your phone, so all you could do was head home helplessly.
One hot-tempered guy was deeply frustrated. Imitating Brother Kun's line from a movie, he shouted:
"Are you kidding me? If that crooked guy next door finds out, he'll think I can't afford it! Who are you feeding with this little fried rice noodles? Bring another sack! One sack per person!"
The people around him looked over curiously, having no idea who he was yelling at.
Lu Qin calmly walked over.
"There's a customer Penguin Group. We'll announce the stall's location in the group every day. You can come line up earlier next time. Want to join?"
"Yes! Anyone who doesn't join is an idiot!"
The hot-tempered guy nodded without hesitation. "Boss, will there be Twice Cooked Pork tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Hehe, great!"
Lu Qin gave him the Penguin Group number and had him send a request before going to find Shen Muyan and the others.
The three-wheeler food cart was parked in a roadside parking space, its key removed.
There were surveillance cameras everywhere, and no one would steal it anyway.
On the way, Lu Qin received a message. Li Xue had sent him the seat numbers for the performance.
Lu Qin asked whether he could get two more seats, and Li Xue said it was no problem.
When he found Shen Muyan