"Hic!"
The man, not paying attention, had already finished a whole box of Stir-Fried Rice Noodles.
The little boy beside him was almost in tears.
"Daddy, that's my Stir-Fried Rice Noodles! You ate them all! Waaah, you promised to only have one bite!"
The man looked embarrassed, cleared his throat, and said, "Dad didn't have breakfast either, just took a bite to hold me over. Don't cry, we can buy more."
"Boss, your Stir-Fried Rice Noodles are amazing—so delicious! Two more orders, please, with egg, ham, and lean pork!"
Lu Qin nodded, "Sure. Would you like some mung bean juice? It's refreshing and sweet."
Lu Qin opened the foam box, revealing neatly arranged cups of packed mung bean juice.
"Alright, two cups then. How much?"
"The first order is already paid. The next two orders of noodles are 26 yuan, and two cups of mung bean juice are 7 yuan—33 yuan total."
The man scanned the QR code: "Boss, just cook the noodles. We'll get the mung bean juice ourselves."
Father and son each took a cup of mung bean juice, inserted straws, and began sipping happily.
"Daddy, this mung bean juice is so smooth and tasty!"
"Yeah, really. Boss, your mung bean juice tastes different. My wife made some with a blender the other day, but it's no comparison—yours tastes way better."
The father and son finished their drinks on the spot, clearly delighted.
At that moment, the noodles were ready, and the two immediately began showing off their noodles right there.
Passersby saw the father and son eating eagerly and stopped.
They wondered if this Stir-Fried Rice Noodles was really that good.
"I'll have a serving of Stir-Fried Rice Noodles, boss. It looks delicious!"
"Grandma, I want some Stir-Fried Rice Noodles too."
"Hmm, boss, your stall looks so clean and hygienic. I want two orders to-go, with egg, ham, and lean pork."
"Chen Xinyu's mom, the new Stir-Fried Rice Noodles here are really tasty, come buy some!"
"Really? Then I want two orders, and two cups of mung bean juice too."
…
Minutes later.
Lu Qin's stall was packed with people.
First, the rich aroma of the noodles attracted them.
Second, some customers stood on the ride eating with such gusto it made others hungry.
Although there were eight or nine stalls outside Sunshine Primary School, every day it was always the same few dishes, and the taste was mediocre—some even quite bad. Breakfast was just something to fill the stomach.
Today, Lu Qin's stir-fried noodle stall was a rare delicacy, so the crowd immediately gathered.
One person queued, then a second, a third; more and more people arrived.
Other stalls suddenly had no customers.
"Please don't crowd. Line up and wait your turn."
Lu Qin swiftly flipped his spatula, serving order after order.
There was no pause; the pace was intense.
Yet Lu Qin did not feel tired, nor did his hands ache.
Apparently, the "Tireless" aura from last night's system lottery had kicked in, eliminating fatigue—a huge help.
"Boss, you just focus on cooking. We'll handle the packing."
"I'm not taking mine to go either—I can't wait to eat here."
"Boss, you gotta come every day! Your noodles don't get boring even after ten days."
"Everyone line up properly and fully lyour orders with toppings—that way boss can cook them all at once without wasting time."
…
In just half an hour, Lu Qin had cooked nearly fifty orders, his speed leaving waiting customers stunned.
"Wow, young man, where did you learn those stir-fry skills? It's like kung fu—fast and steady!"
"No wonder the young boss cooks such tasty rice noodles, he really has skill!"
"Boss, why don't you take a break? Watching you is tiring enough—the iron wok and spatula must be sparking!"
Lu Qin was handsome, and his spatula moves were pleasing to watch. Customers waited and chatted while watching him work.
They were also worried he might get tired, but after watching for a long time, Lu Qin always looked relaxed, showing no signs of fatigue.
Man, this young guy is incredible, cooking nonstop without a single ache in his hands!
Those who got their noodles couldn't wait and opened their boxes right away, taking a bite filled with fragrant goodness.
"Oh wow! This Stir-Fried Rice Noodles tastes amazing! The ultimate Stir-Fried Rice Noodles!"
"Really good! I'm already on my second order, and it's not greasy at all."
…
By 8:20 a.m., many parents were still buying Stir-Fried Rice Noodles with their kids.
Teachers at the school gate urged, "Only ten minutes left before closing the gates! Students buying breakfast, please hurry!"
"Ah! So many people in front, can you speed up? My kid's waiting to get to school!"
"Son, how about a steamed bun? The noodles line is too long!"
"I don't want buns! I want Stir-Fried Rice Noodles! I just tried a classmate's—this place's noodles are delicious. I have to have some!"
"Geez, we're going to be late for school! Can the people ahead hurry up?"
"Old lady, at your age, can you really eat five servings? Just buy one and share the rest with us!"
The old lady said, "This young man's Stir-Fried Rice Noodles really are good. I'm buying for my husband, son, daughter-in-law, and little grandson to try."
"Boss, I'll have five servings too, all toppings, and five cups of mung bean juice. I've paid. Where's the bag? I'll take the drinks myself."
"Big brother, why five servings? You don't have a daughter-in-law or grandchildren. Buy less—people behind have been waiting a long time!"
"Mind your own business! I've got a big appetite—five servings at once. Got a problem?"
"Enough, we're really going to be late for school!"
…
The noisy scene in front of Lu Qin's stall left the other breakfast vendors dumbfounded.
What's going on here?
Where did this stir-fried noodle stall come from?
Never seen it before.
It's just Stir-Fried Rice Noodles—can it be that good?
Sounds exaggerated!
With three minutes to 8:30, some parents forced their kids inside the school gates.
Kids who missed out on noodles hung their heads in disappointment.
Two or three stubborn ones sat down on the ground refusing to enter without their noodles.
After a few slaps, they cried and went inside.
Teachers and security guards couldn't help but glance toward Lu Qin's stall, wondering just how good these noodles must be if kids don't want to go to school.
But indeed, the smell wafting from there was very tempting.
The gate of Sunshine Primary School slowly closed, and the crowd nearby gradually dispersed.
Kids went to school; adults went to work.
Lu Qin finished cooking the last three orders, packed them, and handed them to a waiting middle-aged woman.
"Here, your three servings of Stir-Fried Rice Noodles. Please take care."
"They say the mung bean juice is really good too. Is there any left?"
Lu Qin: "No more mung bean juice today, come earlier tomorrow."
"Alright." The woman left, disappointed.
That morning, Lu Qin sold nearly 120 servings of Stir-Fried Rice Noodles.
He cooked nonstop, and his hands never ached—a strange, almost magical feeling.
After the rush, the other stalls gradually packed up and left.
Several vendors glanced enviously at Lu Qin as they passed by.
This newcomer's business was ridiculously good.
Lu Qin wiped down the counter, which had almost no noodle or vegetable bits, only some oil stains.
He wiped carefully. He had prepared a bucket of clean water in his cart to keep everything spotless.
After seven or eight minutes, only one hand-grabbed pancake stall remained open nearby.
It too packed up, as no customers were coming.
Lu Qin planned to close up as well.
At that moment, a few elderly men and women came around the corner.
They looked up, saw Lu Qin's stall, quickened their steps, and approached.
"Elder Ge?"
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