Food: Set Up Stalls Randomly, Customers Chase Me Ten Streets

"Not sure."

The security guard brushed his scarf with an expression as excited as if he had eaten a big melon.

I couldn't stop laughing at every inconsistent guess about Mr. Lin's identity.

"They would never guess that Mr. Lin is so rich that he still goes out to set up a stall every day."

"By the way, I haven't tasted what rich people cook like. Can you try it?"

The colleague next to him rolled his eyes, "What are you thinking? Mr. Lin comes in and out every day, but he still doesn't recognize our faces? It would be so embarrassing if he did, and you don't even want to work anymore!"

"Mr. Lin seems very kind and has a good temper. He greets us every time he comes in and out. It shouldn't be a problem, right?"

The security guard immediately gave up the idea after being told by his colleagues, but when his colleagues described him as a scourge, he couldn't help but refute it.

"It's right to be cautious when working in this place. What if Mr. Lin just likes to hide his identity and work at a stall like an ordinary person? Our appearance makes him think that his identity is exposed, and he doesn't like us?"

"Based on my ten years of experience in reading novels, Mr. Lin's behavior is probably due to his status. If he cooks casually, he will be praised by a lot of people. He thinks these people are because of his status. But there is no sense of reality when it comes to boasting, so he hides his identity and pretends to be an ordinary person when he sets up a stall. No one knows his identity, and there is no filter for what he cooks, so that he can hear the sincere words of his guests. Praise, this is probably the different pursuit of rich people."

Listening to his colleagues dissecting Mr. Lin's psychology, the security guard looked confused. Is that so?

If you think about it carefully, it does make sense.

"This is probably the difference between us and the rich. What we pursue is only money, while they pursue higher-level spiritual needs!"

"Perhaps Mr. Lin is having fun now when he returns home and sees all these people on the Internet praising his good craftsmanship."

This is really true.

Lin Zhou returned home and took a quick shower. Then he took a bottle of iced Coke and lay on the bed to watch videos and rest.

If you don’t watch videos before going to bed, you really can’t fall asleep.

Then naturally, videos of people discussing him appeared on the Internet.

Lin Zhou usually pays close attention to his own news and will search for it specially.

Big data will naturally recommend similar videos to him.

As he watched, his expression changed.

No!

He just wanted to set up a stall in a low profile without showing his face, but it was still posted online and caused so much discussion.

Seeing that people in the comment area were trying to find out his identity, Lin Zhou was so frightened that he covered his vest even more.

This year’s diners are really scary!

...

Lin Yiyi woke up from his sleep in the afternoon and felt that he was not feeling well.

He kept dreaming that the diners couldn't eat fried chicken, and chased him from night to dawn, shouting "fried chicken, fried chicken, fried chicken," and wanted to eat fried chicken.

Then when he opened his eyes, he felt that he had slept in vain and his body was so sore.

It’s like running eight hundred meters in a dream!

"Ah hiss~"

After getting up, my neck was still stiff.

Lin Zhou held his neck and cried out in pain.

"Butler Sun, hurry up and find a masseur who comes to your door. I have a stiff neck!"

Sun Deye walked up the stairs quickly and saw Lin Zhou covering his neck. He immediately responded and went to the side to make a phone call.

Aunt Fang and Aunt Xu hurried upstairs when they heard Lin Zhou's exclamation.

After knowing what was going on, Aunt Fang helped Lin Zhou sit down on the sofa, "Sir, let me massage you first. Do you feel bad?"

Lin Zhou nodded, he felt really uncomfortable.

I don’t know if I dreamed of running while sleeping, which means I was also running with my body. When I woke up, I felt sore in my lower back and had a stiff neck.

If I had known this, I would have stopped watching videos before going to bed. I would have been chasing diners throughout my dreams.

Aunt Fang stood behind Lin Zhou to help with the massage.

Aunt Xu ran back and forth to pour water and serve lunch.

"Sir, the masseur is leaving now and will arrive in about an hour. Please be patient."

Lin Zhou nodded and collapsed on the sofa helplessly.

"By the way, you go and buy today's chickens. I want eighty chicks. The owner of the farm knows that, so just ask him to handle them as before."

"Okay sir, don't worry."

Sun Deye nodded, made arrangements for the villa, and then drove off to the farm to buy chickens.

The farm owner saw the familiar luxury car and immediately came up to him.

Then I saw Butler Sun and was confused.

"Hello boss, I'm Mr. Lin's housekeeper. I'm here to buy eighty chickens today. Just handle them as before."

Sun Deye is wearing a fitted suit, which is incompatible with the atmosphere of the breeding farm.

Yesterday, Lin Zhou's short-sleeved shorts did not make the farm owner feel that there was any difference in status.

Even if I found out after searching that the car was very expensive, it didn’t feel realistic!

Today, Sun Deye came in with an elite look, and he looked like a luxury car.

Especially since this man calls himself a butler.

With a luxury car and a butler, Lin Zhou's identity immediately became mysterious to the farm owner.

What is the identity of Boss Lin who usually comes to buy chickens?

The farm owner and Sun Deye stood aside waiting for the chickens to be killed and couldn't help but inquire.

"Hello, what's your name, butler?"

The boss handed Sun Deye a cigarette and asked.

"Boss, just call me Butler Sun."

"Oh, ok, ok, where does Butler Sun work? I mean, what do you, Mr. Lin, do? Do you sell fried chicken?"

The owner of the farm used to think that if he opened such a large farm, he would be considered a small boss, and his annual income of one million would be quite a lot.

But since he met Lin Zhou, he felt that the breeding farm didn't seem to be that profitable.

This young guy, in his twenties, sells fried chicken, drives a luxury car, and works as a housekeeper.

This is quite a difference!

"Sorry, I can't ask too much about Mr. Lin's affairs. If you are curious, you can ask my boss yourself."

The arc of Sun Deye's smile did not change, and he was blocked by words as soon as he opened his mouth.

The owner of the farm inquired for a long time, but couldn't find out any news.

Then he sent Sun Deye away depressedly.

When I got back, I started thinking about the possibility of selling fried chicken myself.

If selling fried chicken is so profitable, he might as well try selling fried chicken from a tricycle. The ingredients are all ready-made.

Turning on his phone, he silently searched for "Can you make money selling fried chicken?"

How to make fried chicken?

Is it difficult to make fried chicken?

...

In the villa, Lin Zhou experienced two hours of back massage. His whole body seemed to be alive and refreshed.

"This master is very good at his craftsmanship. Let him come here twice a week from now on."

I had no money to enjoy it before.

Now that you have money, of course you can be as comfortable as you like.

No, he didn't know before that a good master's massage skills could be so comfortable.

Sun Deye nodded in agreement.

Lin Zhou, who was resurrected with full health, immediately walked into the kitchen and started cooking the fried chicken.

Although I am being chased by diners in my dreams, I still have to complete the task.