Food: Start with a childhood sweetheart’s stall routine

It’s close to six o’clock.

It’s time for people to settle for breakfast.

At the end of the line, there were more than a dozen more guests.

Most of them are new customers of yesterday’s food festival.

After tasting Lin Chen’s craft, he kept thinking in his heart that he was about to sleep.

I tried my best to inquire about the local post bar, just to know the address of Lin Chen’s hotel.

The result is learned.

Lin Chen set up a stall in Xinghu Park…

Hearing the news, everyone was confused and thought they had heard it wrong.

Such a bullish guy, I thought it was a famous chef in a big hotel.

Outcome.

It’s just a stall owner.

Something magical.

After knowing the location.

Everyone didn’t think too much, went directly to Xinghu Park, dragged the family or called friends, and had a dinner.

But.

When I saw the length of this line, it was more than yesterday.

Most customers are ready to fight a long war, no matter how long they have to wait!

It turned out.

Today’s team is moving a lot faster than before!

Wait about 20 minutes, and then it’s their turn.

Come to the front.

Guests who come to eat at the stall for the first time look at the small blackboard is quite fresh.

Soon everyone found out that Lin Chen updated his equipment today! These two rows of gas stoves look very pleasant!

They have much less time to wait later!

Suddenly, a guest had a flash of light.

“Boss, since you have such an artifact, when are you not allowed to resell claypot rice?”

“Yes, yes, I always wanted to eat it, but I didn’t have a chance.”

“Boss, you won’t learn from those guys who sell shoes, what kind of hunger marketing, right?”

Lin Chen responded while frying the chicken thigh meat while wiping his sweat.

“Don’t worry, one day I forgot to prepare a new dish, maybe I will sell claypot rice.”

“……”

The guests looked at each other, not knowing how to react for a while.

I feel that the boss is so perfunctory and careless.

Can you forget to cook a new dish?

But if you don’t forget it, then dishes that you haven’t eaten before won’t be sold again…

Tangled!

But when I saw the rustic, shiny yellow stewed chicken in the casserole.

Customers just forget everything in their heads.

Food comes first.

Of course get down to business!

One by one, the guests took away their yellow stewed chicken and began to taste it.

Now Lin Chen’s stall has added three or four more tables.

But the number of customers was still too large, and the extra tables quickly filled up.

It doesn’t help.

Guests with a location can slowly enjoy the chicken while holding the casserole.

Guests who don’t have a place can only pack up, put it in a plastic box, take it home or sit on the side.

No casserole, although it is still delicious.

But there is always something missing.

The guests sitting in their seats blew the cool lake breeze on the surface of Xinghu and ate piping hot yellow stewed chicken on their mouths.

Talk to three or two friends, bring a beer and eat and talk.

Looking at the scenery and eating the food.

That’s naturally too beautiful.

The guests poured the yellow juice of the yellow stewed chicken evenly on the surface of the white rice.

The rice with the aroma of chicken is full of praise.

If the essence of claypot rice is the pot.

Then the essence of yellow stewed chicken is this rich soup.

So good for cooking!

Therefore, Lin Chen makes yellow stewed chicken, without being reminded by the guests, he will leave a little more juice in the final juice collection process.

A young couple eats rice with soup.

But there is some chicken left in the casserole.

When even screamed.

“Boss!! Another yellow stewed chicken, more soup, no chicken! ”

“Don’t ask for soup, give you a casserole.”

“Hahahaha!”

Lin Chen knew that the guest was joking, and he also responded with a smile.

After receiving many guests, everyone was very satisfied with Lin Chen’s cooking skills.

It’s worth the trip!

But.

At this time.

Lin Chen’s red stall came with two special guests.

An uncle who looked at his face, about thirty years old, was full of sadness.

What should have been black hair was a large area of gray.

The little boy behind him looked to be only about eight years old.

A child at this age should be a carefree playful personality.

But this little boy was skinny, without any spirit, and his eyes were blank.

It seems that I am not interested in everything in the world.

Two people standing together.

It feels like the world is gray and colorless.

The customers who came to Lin Chen’s stall to eat were all smiling, but these two special guests joined in, but they seemed out of place…

Lin Chen looked at the two guests in front of him with some doubt.

And in front of it.

Ye Liao looked at Lin Chen, who was too young, and felt a little apprehensive in his heart, but also a little expectant.

Since my son developed anorexia.

He had always been blind and full of despair.

But when I saw Lin Chen.

Ye Liao’s eyes seemed to have a hint of color.

“Hello, is it Mr. Lin Chen?”

“Yes.”

Hearing Lin Chen’s words.

Ye Liao breathed a sigh of relief, she knew that she had found the right place.

With his son, he glanced at the small blackboard in front of him before speaking.

“Can you bring us a yellow stewed chicken?”

“No problem.”

Lin Chen didn’t know what was happening, but he didn’t want to ask.

I can only listen to the guests and start cooking the yellow stewed chicken.

And Ning Qiyun next to him looked at this little boy’s listless appearance.

But he couldn’t help but step forward and touch his head.

was touched by Ning Qiyun’s head.

The little boy didn’t react anything else.

Very well-behaved, well-behaved to the point of being a little excessive.

“What’s wrong with this little boy?” Ning Qiyun’s soft voice sounded, and he asked with some distress.

“The doctor said it was anorexia, but it can’t be cured…”

When Ye Liao saw his son being cared for like this, his heart relaxed.

They began to talk about their experiences.

Talking and talking.

I actually began to cry.

It turned out that the little boy’s name was Ye Xiaonian and he lost his mother very early.

I used to be a mischievous kid too.

Half a month ago.

I don’t know how I don’t want to eat, and I say that everything I eat seems to have no taste.

And I also feel hard to swallow and eat nauseously.

If you eat hard, you will also spit out the little food you just ate, which will make your physical condition worse.

Doctors diagnosed anorexia.

There are many methods that can be used, and it cannot be cured.

In the end, I could only propose that Ye Liao take the child and try to eat some food.

Ye Liao, who was originally a father and a mother, did not have a high salary.

Now for the sake of his son, he has lost his job.

There are only a few savings left.

I took my son to many cities, found many great chefs to cook, and spent a lot of money so that my son could eat.

But there is no way.

No matter how delicious it was, Ye Xiaonian could barely eat a little, and he couldn’t eat enough at all.

Yesterday.

The father and son fled and came to Jianghai.

When I passed a shop, I saw the food festival on the TV through the window.

Lin Chen’s sales volume in one afternoon, not to mention Jiang Hai, even in the province, none of them can fight!

Since it is now in Jianghai.

Then even if there is a glimmer of hope, Ye Liao does not want to give up!

After some inquiring, the two came here…

Finish speaking.

A big man of five big and three thick, sitting on the side crying a mess.

The difficulties of life have pressed his waist to the point of bending out of shape.

The figure looking at it from a distance is very tall.

Xiao Nian could only gently hold Ye Liao to comfort him.

This kid was already hungry and unable to speak.

The surrounding guests listened to the big man’s crying, and they were already silent.

Even some young boys have a little redness in their eyes.

But they also have no way, everyone is ordinary people.

Ning Qiyun almost left tears.

Looking at the boy’s thin figure, his eyes were full of distress.

The atmosphere is a little heavy.

But Lin Chen, who was holding a spatula, listened, but smiled gently.

The laughter was a little abrupt.

“Anorexia? Uncle don’t be afraid! ”

“Come and eat with me, keep it so that your son can last until he can’t eat.”