As the street got busier, finally soone couldn’t resist their curiosity and joined them in the running.
"Running to eat for free?"
Ah-Can, who had returned to the end of the line, leisurely rode his bike, "No, it’s just that this cart is a mobile food cart, so if you want to eat from it, you have to run along."
The newcors to the line pondered the aning of the words as they ran.
Mobile food cart?
Is that what a mobile food cart ans?
As more people bought noodles and ate pancakes, the praise from the street montarily beca endless, even the shop assistant at a nearby café grew curious.
She walked out to ask the man eating noodles at the table near her shop, "Brother, what are you doing? I saw so many people running just now, and this..."
The shop assistant pointed to the rows of tables and chairs by the street, usually quite a few people sat at these.
However, everyone was drinking coffee, eating desserts, or ice cream.
There were even foreign magazines that had co to take pictures and publish stories on how leisurely and comfortable Taiwanese people’s nightlife is.
But today, looking around, these tables were still full, except everyone had swapped their coffee for a big bowl of noodles!
Previously, everyone was leisurely chatting, enjoying the night view, and sipping drinks.
Now, it’s as if they had beco gluttonous beasts, each burying their heads in their bowls, slurping down noodles crazily.
So people even raised their bowls, tilted their necks, and gulped down the noodle soup in two sips, as if they hadn’t eaten for three days.
They weren’t content just finishing everything; after dumping their bowls into nearby trash cans, they imdiately took off and continued running forwards!
The custor being asked had his mouth full of noodles, simply had no spare mouth to communicate with the café girl.
He gulped down the noodles, drank the soup, and let out a long breath to release the heat from his body, "Not running, it’s for buying noodles!"
No ti to explain more, because the line was already so long.
Even if you ran over now, you’d have to wait at least ten minutes to buy another bowl of noodles.
The coffee shop girl stood stunned, watching as the man threw away his trash and imdiately took up a running posture, accelerating towards the endless running line’s end, then maintaining a steady pace.
Chen Kexin, who just got off work, was originally planning to head straight ho.
But for so reason, the thought of the noodles she had eaten that morning popped into her mind, so she decided to go have another bowl.
"But where will Chen Mo be setting up his stall today?"
Chen Kexin felt troubled, wishing she had asked for his contact information earlier. Now she wanted noodles but couldn’t find Chen Mo.
Helplessly, she had to head ho first, feeling down.
That damn feeling of wanting to eat sothing but being unable to, it’s simply infuriating!
Speaking of feeling infuriated, Chen Mo really felt like dying.
From a few people at the start, to now, as he peeked out, he couldn’t see the end of the running line!
As Chen Mo served three more bowls, the dough he’d kneaded had officially run out!
"What should I do?" pondered Chen Mo, "System, can you tell how many people are still behind?"
The cart had a radar function, so doing this was no big problem.
[Preliminary estimates indicate there are still 35 participants in the running line, and more pedestrians are continually joining.]
Goodness!
Chen Mo calculated in his mind; his grade Flour could provide at most fifty pounds, making about a hundred and fifty bowls at his usual noodle portions.
It’s important to know that, by kneading the sa weight of flour into dough and cutting noodles, he ended up with less than regular alkaline noodles; after those two servings earlier, Chen Mo’s cupboard was already out of dough.
"That won’t do, using regular flour might still be tasty, but the wheat’s fragrance won’t be as rich."
"Hmm..."
Chen Mo picked up a second-hand loudspeaker, "Uncle Pancake, Brother Milk Tea, that’s it for today! I’m speeding up now."
With that said, a thought crossed Chen Mo’s mind, and the cart started accelerating, the tail-end followers hadn’t figured out what was going on when those at the front started sprinting crazily!
"No way! I just had one bowl, it wasn’t enough!"
"Boss, make another bowl, please!"
"Damn it, I’ve run almost five kiloters with the big group, what the heck are you all doing here, really not a marathon?"
Uncle Pancake figured it out, actually today they started early, but real custors only ca in for about two hours.
If he’s correct, Chen Mo ordered another batch of batter later, which could make at least thirty pancakes.
Following the food truck, he kept watching, each ti Chen Mo served noodles, he’d serve a pancake too, aning his sales were over a hundred pancakes today!
Because he followed Chen Mo, quite a few bored custors placed pancake orders with him.
Unfortunately, Uncle’s tool was a three-wheeler, pedaling it ant no pancake making, losing a large amount of business!
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