Shen Muyan got the message group number for Lu Qin's street food stall from Fang Ya.
In the morning, she woke up and opened her phone to downlthe QQ app.
Her QQ account had been dormant for a long time, with a pitiful level of just one moon.
No personal signature, and the nickname was something she had randomly set before — "Qianshan Muxue" (Thousand Mountains at Dusk Snow).
She clicked the "Join Group" button, entered the message group number, sent the request, and waited for the group owner to approve it…
A few seconds later, the verification passed.
She joined the group.
Shen Muyan's fingers, as slender as scallions and jade, scrolled through the group members.
Lu Qin's name was highlighted in yellow as the group owner, his avatar was a cartoon boy, and his nickname was simply "Lu Qin."
Fang Ya was also there, her nickname was "Purple Butterfly," but she was offline — her avatar was gray.
Shen Muyan knew Fang Ya's schedule; she was a lazy bug who wouldn't get up until 2 p.m.
Shen Muyan clicked on Lu Qin's avatar. He was lazy and had left his profile blank.
She pursed her red lips and exited to open the group chat window.
The group messages were scrolling constantly — very lively.
Shen Muyan caught an important piece of information: Lu Qin would start his morning stall at 8 a.m., at the entrance of Sunshine Primary School.
Then, she suddenly widened her beautiful eyes.
The messages kept flooding in, the group chat was on fire.
But why… were these nicknames… so outrageous?
[Lu Boss's Girlfriend]: Had Twice-Cooked Porkyesterday, it was amazing! Wonder if the stall will be open today?
[Yaoyao's Stepmother]: Lu Boss is single, right? I'm confessing today!
[Mrs. Lu]: You want to confess today? No way, gotta wait in line!
[No Ice Crystal Cake, Then I'll Die]: Eating Stir-Fried Rice Noodles three meals a day, never get tired of it, can't live without it!
[Lu Boss's Fiancée]: Yesterday bribed my husband with a box of Ice Crystal Cakes, he agreed to let me be with Lu Boss!
…
Shen Muyan looked speechlessly at these nicknames of group members. The internet is not a lawless place!
They even wanted to be the stepmothers of the little kid?
What a ridiculous fantasy!
Shen Muyan closed the message group and got up for work.
Her mood suddenly turned quite irritated, so she sent a message to her assistant, Song Xuanxuan.
"There's a fried rice noodle stall at the entrance of Sunshine Primary School. Get me one order of Stir-Fried Rice Noodles, one Mung Bean Paste, and two boxes of Ice Crystal Cake."
"They start at 8 a.m. You go half an hour early to line up."
It was the first time Song Xuanxuan received a message from the boss that wasn't work-related, but about buying breakfast.
When she saw the three words "Ice Crystal Cake," her eyes lit up.
Was this the same Ice Crystal Cake she had eaten last time?
If so...
Without hesitation, Song Xuanxuan checked the time and headed toward Sunshine Primary School an hour early.
…
Lu Qin was making breakfast in the kitchen for Lu Xiyao.
The little one was still groggy, squinting as she brushed her teeth and washed her face, then her nose twitched.
She smelled the aroma of breakfast.
"Daddy~! I'm done~!"
Lu Qin glanced at Lu Xiyao and saw her face wasn't washed clean.
"Come here."
He re-wrung the towel and carefully wiped her face.
Breakfast was fried egg, brown sugar steamed bun, and soy milk.
The little one ate with greasy lips.
Lu Qin handed over some tissues, then packed up the lunchbox.
Inside was a portion of Twice-Cooked Pork, rice, three kinds of vegetables, and a small portion of Stir-Fried Rice Noodles.
"Daddy~! I promised my kindergarten friends to bring them some Stir-Fried Rice Noodles~!"
"It's already packed."
Lu Qin put the packed extra noodles into a canvas bag.
After breakfast, Lu Qin took the little one to Starlight Kindergarten.
"Xiyao, listen to your teachers at kindergarten and get along well with the other kids."
"Daddy~! Got it~! You're still worried about your little cutie~!"
Lu Xiyao carried the canvas bag and walked into the kindergarten gate.
Once she appeared, a crowd of children swarmed around her, like stars circling the moon.
"Lu Xiyao, did you bring lunch? Did you bring extra Stir-Fried Rice Noodles?"
"Xiyao, do you want to play with my remote-controlled plane? Can we sit together at lunch today?"
"Lu Xiyao, I just bought some crystal clay, I'll give you a jar!"
Zhong Shuyi: "Xiyao, my chef uncle made Stir-Fried Rice Noodles and Mung Bean Paste too, want to try?"
"My grandpa made Stir-Fried Rice Noodles too, but they look black and don't seem tasty!"
Many kids stared at the canvas bag in Lu Xiyao's hand. They had just finished breakfast but were already drooling.
…
Opposite Sunshine Primary School, on an empty lot, a surprisingly long line had formed.
At the front of the line, there was… nothing.
"What's going on? What is everyone lining up for here?"
"Line up early. Lu Boss is about to open his stall. If you don't line up, you might not get any."
"How good can it be?"
"Super insanely delicious in the universe!"
Minutes later, Lu Qin's three-wheeled food cart appeared in view.
"Lu Boss, your spot has been saved!"
"I came here lying down, Lu Boss, can you start with my order first? It's a matter of life and death!"
"Can you come earlier? Our boss said starving is not a workplace injury!"
"Lu Boss, stop! No need for you to cook yourself. We'll handle the small stuff!"
…
Lu Qin deftly started frying noodles, putting the boxes of Mung Bean Paste and Ice Crystal Cake aside. Customers scanned QR codes and took their own orders.
The aroma of Stir-Fried Rice Noodles wafted out, and some pale, skinny customers inhaled deeply — finally feeling alive.
Morning customers came and went in a hurry — adults going to work, kids going to school.
Most just bought and left without lingering.
But even if late for work or school, some customers still queued for a portion of Stir-Fried Rice Noodles.
It really proved the saying: if you don't eat it for a day, you'll feel sick all over.
After the rush of workers and students, the next customers were some elderly men and women from the neighborhood.
All retired, with a slow pace of life.
Their usual breakfasts were soy milk, fried dough sticks, buns, and white porridge, with little variety.
After Lu Qin's fried rice noodle stall appeared, they all exclusively ate Stir-Fried Rice Noodles.
Nothing else could be eaten anymore — tasteless and boring.
"Little Lu Boss, what's this? It doesn't look like a phone number?"
An elderly lady pointed at the message group number on the whiteboard, puzzled.
"This is the message group number. The group includes regular customers. We notify in the group where the stall will be."
Lu Qin explained patiently while frying noodles.
"That's good! I want to join the group too. How do you join?"
Among the retirees, some were better with phones than young people, and they helped the elderly lady register a QQ account and join the group…
When the elderly lady joined the chat and saw so many "Lu Boss's girlfriends," "Lu Boss's fiancées," "Lu Boss's wives"…
She was shocked and exclaimed,
"Lu Boss, how come you have so many girlfriends and wives? That's not allowed!"
"Bigamy is illegal!"
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