Half an hour later.
A few more parents came over one after another.
Lin Feng gifted a portion of pig oil dregs to each of these guests.
After they finished eating the noodles, they had a clear understanding of Lin Feng's culinary skills.
The children were eating happily.
The noodles that Lin Feng made were the size of an adult. Each bowl had 225 noodles.
The four or five-year-old child did not have a big appetite, but he finished the noodles cleanly.
It was almost 5:30 p. m., and there were more customers in the shop.
When the livestock passed by the store after work, they saw the lights on and immediately ran over.
"Boss Lin, Herbal Tea Eggs…"
"There are no eggs at night, only noodles."
"Noodles? Boss Lin made noodles?"
The noodles were only released at noon, so many regular customers did not know.
"Yes, I'll do it at noon."
"Then give me a bowl."
"I trust Boss Lin's craftsmanship.”
"That's strange. Boss Lin is actually open for business at night!”
"Oil dregs? Is this considered a snack?"
"Boss Lin, a bowl of noodles and a portion of oil dregs.”
More and more customers came to the shop.
Fang Qing came out of the supermarket. Just as he lit up his cigarette, he tilted his head and saw that Lin Feng's shop was open.
At noon, he already knew that Lin Feng had launched a new product.
Unfortunately, there were too many people in line, so he couldn't eat.
Fang Qing glanced at the shop and saw that there were still a few empty seats. He threw the cigarette he had just lit on the ground and stepped on it. He rushed in and said,"Boss Lin, give me a bowl of noodles! Even oil dregs!"
Lin Feng glanced at it and nodded.""Alright."
"Bang bang!"
The sound of noodles touching the chopping board echoed in the store.
The customers who were waiting for their dishes sniffed the fragrance of the noodles coming from the table beside them. They swallowed their saliva as they admired Lin Feng's miraculous ramen skills.
"Boss Lin, I'm here. As usual, one bowl here and two bowls to go.”
Old Master Wang walked into the store with a thermos pot.
"Alright."
"Boss Lin, I'm here too. As usual, one bowl of noodles and one serving of oil dregs.”
Song Zihao, the Duck King, and Zhu Kang arrived on time.
After sitting down, the Duck King said,"Boss Lin, I saw the recruitment post at your door."”
"Yes, I can't handle it alone." Lin Feng didn't even raise his head.
"Then what do you think of me?"
The Duck King said eagerly.
"You?"
Only now did Lin Feng raise his head. He only took a glance before retracting his gaze.
The King Duck was about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. He was dressed in ordinary clothes, but he had good taste. His hair was combed meticulously, and he wore a white earring on his ear.
Furthermore, Lin Feng remembered that the Cayenne by the roadside was his.
Driving a Cayenne to work for me?
Is your salary enough to pay for your gas?
He immediately denied it in his heart.
It wasn't that he couldn't afford it, but his monthly salary was stated.
Moreover, he couldn't possibly work for money.
The main thing was, would such a rich man know how to wash dishes?
Can you clean the table?
Seeing that Lin Feng didn't speak for a long time, the Duck King knew that he had no chance.
6:30.
Any passerby who passed by Lin Feng's Little Store would see a long line of customers waiting outside.
The old man stood at the door and looked at his customers in twos and threes before looking at the line outside Lin Feng's door…
"Sigh."
Sir System sighed and did not say anything.
His shop had been open here for several years, and business had always been good.
His family background was not bad. He had a pair of children who graduated from famous universities. They had been working for many years and earned tens of thousands a month.
The shop was rented the first year and bought the second year.
In the past few years, as the housing market became hot, the price of the shop had risen by almost a million yuan.
To be honest, he was well-off enough to retire.
His children also advised him to rent out the shop, but he never agreed.
He started working hard when he was in his teens and studied for five years under a master who was said to have been taught by the chef of the state banquet.
After they got married, they raised some money and opened a noodle shop.
Half a lifetime would pass once he made this noodle.
Every day, he would watch his neighbors eat his noodles and sit at the side to chat with them.
During the afternoon break, he lay on the chair by the door and took a nap.
These things had already become a part of his life, and he couldn't just stop talking about them.
"Old Ren, what's wrong?"
A couple of similar age walked over and asked when they saw him standing outside with a worried expression.
"Nothing much. I'm just curious about the taste of the noodles in that shop."”
"Noodles? Aren't they selling Herbal Tea Eggs?"
"Let's start making noodles."
" Oh." The man nodded and asked,""Want to eat? If you want to eat, tell me."
"What? If I tell you, there's no need to line up?"
The man raised his head." You're right. I really don't need to line up. If you let me line up, I'll beat him until he calls me daddy!"”
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