"Finally found a hidden gem of a stall! This fried rice noodles had to be amazing!"
"My home is in North City. I'll take a taxi here tomorrow to eat!"
"I'm coming to Jiangcheng to visit a friend in a couple of days. The first thing I'll do is have him bring me here for these fried rice noodles!"
"I like that Ice Crystal Cake. It looks so good—it had to be delicious!"
"Changlin Road University Town Night Market Street, narrow alleyway. Saving this address right now!"
The streamer had only been in line for a minute when Lu Qin called out from up ahead.
"Sorry, the last eight customers will have to come back tomorrow. The fried rice noodles are sold out."
"All other customers can only order one serving each."
The bad news sent waves of sighs and complaints through the customers at the back of the line.
"I came here full of anticipation, and I still didn't get any. Banana your balala!"
"Damn it! I came at this time yesterday too. How come it still wasn't my turn?"
"Idiot, it's way more popular today than yesterday. You'd better come even earlier tomorrow!"
"I've been smelling that aroma for ages. Not being able to eat it feels awful—it's torture!"
"Boss Lu's business is too good. It really is hard to buy at night!"
"I heard he also runs a breakfast stall near Sunshine Elementary School. I'll go buy some there tomorrow morning!"
The streamer stood frozen in place and muttered blankly to himself.
"Huh? It's only eight-thirty, and I can't get any fried rice noodles already?"
The viewers in the livestream gloated.
"Serves the streamer right for not getting any. You didn't even know about such a popular fried rice noodle stall!"
"I'm out. I'll come eat it myself tomorrow!"
"Sold out by eight-thirty? I'll come at five tomorrow."
"I went to University Town Night Market Street in March. There was barely anything worth eating. I never expected there to be a fried rice noodle stall like this now. I'm coming tomorrow to try it too."
"Anyone in this livestream from Jiangcheng? Help me line up and buy a serving. My high-speed rail won't arrive until 9:20 tonight, so I won't make it in time. Boohoohoo~!"
Lu Qin handed the final serving of fried rice noodles to a customer.
"Thank you for coming. Enjoy."
"Thanks, Boss Lu! I'm so lucky—I managed to get the last serving!"
The few people behind who had failed to get any stubbornly refused to leave. They were extremely unwilling to go without eating the fried rice noodles.
One man suddenly had an idea and said excitedly.
"Boss, how about this? I'll go buy two portions of rice noodles from another fried rice noodle stall, and you can cook them for me. Charge me your usual price."
"Holy shit! Dude, you're good! What a clever little genius!"
"Boss, I'll go buy a few portions of rice noodles too. Cook them for me!"
"This move is seriously 666! I'm going too!"
Lu Qin gave a wry smile. Seeing how these five or six customers would not give up until they had eaten fried rice noodles—
After thinking it over, he nodded in agreement.
"The rice noodles I use are authentic Anyang Rice Noodles. The ones from other fried rice noodle stalls might be different."
"With different ingredients, the flavor and texture of the cooked rice noodles will differ."
"Can you accept that?"
The customers froze. After hesitating for a moment, they gritted their teeth and said.
"Whatever, we're starving to death. I trust the boss's cooking. The taste can't be that far off!"
"Right, right! Boss, you're a professional! The difference definitely won't be much!"
Lu Qin added, "Today will be an exception. I'll only cook one serving for each of you, so don't buy too much. Please come line up early tomorrow."
"Thank you, Boss. One serving is enough."
"Sorry to trouble you, Boss Lu. We'll definitely come earlier tomorrow!"
"Boss, thanks for your hard work. Please wait two minutes."
Then, the customers hurried out of the alley.
Old Liu no longer set up his fried rice noodle stall at the mouth of the alley. Ever since Lu Qin appeared, if he kept operating there, he would surely be drinking the northwest wind.
Today, he had set up at the school's side entrance, far away from Lu Qin's fried rice noodle stall.
After changing locations, his fried rice noodle sales could not compare with before, but they were still decent.
"Master Liu, your fried rice noodles are pretty good. You've sold quite a lot tonight!"
The small stall owner next door selling Put Chai Cake said enviously.
Master Liu looked smug. "I've been frying noodles for eleven years. My Old Liu's skills are absolutely masterful..."
Just then.
Five or six customers came running over, panting heavily.
"Boss, one portion of rice noodles!"
"One for me too!"
"Give me one as well!"
Master Liu deliberately sighed. "Look at that, more business. Can't stop it."
"Take your time, customers. No need to rush. Even if you want to eat my Old Liu's fried rice noodles again, there's no need to be in such a hurry."
"Do you want egg fried noodles or meat fried noodles?"
"No need to fry them. We want them raw."
"What?"
"Raw rice noodles. How much are they?"
Master Liu was dumbfounded. This was the first time he had seen anyone buy raw rice noodles from him.
This is a fried rice noodle stall. If you want raw rice noodles, go to the market.
One of them said.
"Boss, just sell us the raw rice noodles at the price of fried rice noodles."
"We're taking them to Boss Lu to cook!"
"W-What?!"
When Master Liu heard that, his nose nearly twisted with anger.
This was far too insulting!
He did not want to sell them.
But considering that he still had to do business here for the long term, he hesitated for dozens of seconds before finally selling them.
The group took the raw rice noodles and hurried away again.
The small stall owner next door selling Put Chai Cake wore a strange expression and stopped making small talk with the displeased Master Liu.
In the alley.
Lu Qin helped the last few customers fry their noodles.
Once the fried rice noodles were out of the wok, everyone tasted them.
They still tasted excellent, though they were just slightly lacking something.
It was probably an issue with the rice noodles.
"No wonder Boss Lu's fried rice noodles are so delicious. It's not just because your cooking is superb—the choice of ingredients matters too!"
"Then I'll pack up. See you tomorrow."
"Boss Lu, we'll help you."
The customers enthusiastically helped Lu Qin pack up his things.
Lu Qin climbed onto his three-wheeler food cart and disappeared into the night.
Lu Qin had barely left when Fang Ya appeared on Night Market Street.
She had wandered around Night Market Street for half the day, but she could not find the incredibly delicious fried rice noodle stall she had seen on Douyin.
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