The next day, sunlight bathed the earth, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves.
Wang Hao, as usual, prepared the ingredients for over two hundred portions of fried noodles, then pushed his cart with Wang Lan to the Snack Street to start the day's business.
As they slowly walked along the familiar street and entered Snack Street, Wang Hao suddenly noticed something unusual:
Normally, when they arrived at Snack Street, it would be relatively quiet as it wasn't yet mealtime, but today it seemed like the lunch rush had arrived early—the flow of people was noticeably much greater than before.
Could it be that Snack Street was planning some special event during the summer vacation?
This situation wasn't unprecedented, so Wang Hao didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that perhaps he could close up shop earlier and go home to rest.
After all, the fried noodles he made were indeed in high demand and very popular.
As Wang Hao walked with his head down towards his stall, he didn't notice the changes around him.
However, Wang Lan, who was following him, keenly sensed that more and more passersby were casting glances their way, and these gazes seemed to carry a strange mix of excitement and anticipation.
"Is it him? Yes, it's him, the legendary Chao Mian Ge!"
"Quick, quick, let's hurry and get in line! I just have to taste whether these fried noodles are as good as they say!"
Along the way, such hushed discussions rose and fell, with eyes following Wang Hao as he moved forward.
Wang Hao, immersed in his own thoughts, remained completely oblivious to all this.
It was Wang Lan who was a little excited by this sudden attention, secretly wondering why these strangers were so interested in her brother. She couldn't help but feel even more anticipation for today's business.
Wang Hao had just reached his stall, and before he even had time to organize his items, a large crowd had already spontaneously formed a long queue.
Faced with such a grand sight, Wang Hao couldn't help but be startled:
What on earth was going on? They hadn't even officially opened for business yet, so how could so many people have gathered all at once?
He carefully observed the people in line and noticed that a few of them looked somewhat familiar, like customers who had visited yesterday.
Wang Hao could understand why they would come to queue for fried noodles—after all, the deliciousness of his fried noodles was obvious to all!
It was perfectly understandable that after tasting them yesterday, they were still craving more and wanted to try them again today.
However, what about all the other people? And most of them were young people.
Could it be that they were sent by their parents to buy food? The more Wang Hao thought about it, the more he felt this was a very strong possibility.
Seeing so many people waiting in line, Wang Hao no longer dared to leisurely tidy up his things as he used to.
After all, with so many people staring intently, a slight mistake might lead to a harsh lesson from society!
So, the siblings quickly sped up their movements, and Wang Hao conveniently put up the "One portion per person" sign he had prepared yesterday.
This small action immediately caused a stir in the crowd.
"It really is just like in Dawei Feifei's live stream, limited quantity, cool!"
"Did you see that? It's exactly as they said in the live stream, each person can only buy one portion, that's amazing!"
"Yeah, we didn't come to the wrong place, a place like this definitely shows real skill."
"I specifically came early today; if I still can't get one like yesterday, I'm going to have something to say!"
The people in line chattered away, and Wang Hao finally understood: it turned out these people had all come because they watched the live stream by someone named Dawei Feifei.
He looked down at his strengthened arms and mused to himself: Should he thank this young girl for the publicity?
While it gave him another opportunity for high-intensity arm training, it also brought considerable pressure.
Since things had come to this, there was no point in thinking too much.
Wang Hao quickly composed himself, and he and his sister got ready and officially started business.
As Wang Hao began to prepare the food, cell phones immediately shot up like a forest in the crowd, all pointing in his direction and frantically filming.
The scene was like a photography competition, with countless lenses converging from all directions, surrounding Wang Hao.
Wang Hao, who was skillfully stir-frying the noodles, was stunned by the unprecedented scene before him, nearly dropping the spatula in his hand! Wang Hao couldn't help but frown.
Being somewhat introverted by nature, he felt genuinely uncomfortable encountering such a situation so suddenly.
In this era, everyone is a self-media, and similar phenomena are common.
He had heard that some places became instantly famous overnight, becoming popular check-in spots for internet celebrities.
However, with the rapid surge in traffic, people would talk about it enthusiastically, and then as the traffic shifted, everything would quickly return to silence.
This restless, unstable atmosphere made Wang Hao feel a sense of aversion.
After all, the cheat system he relied on also improved his skills through a gradual accumulation of proficiency, undergoing a qualitative change from quantity to quality.
Precisely because of this, he always believed that only by being down-to-earth and taking steady steps could one continuously progress.
In contrast, those scenes of excitement that surged like a tide and then quickly dissipated seemed so illusory and fleeting.
Despite his slight internal dissatisfaction, Wang Hao did not say much, but continued to focus on the task at hand.
"Boss, let me cut in line! I'll pay double!" A young man who looked a bit shifty-eyed and dissolute swaggered up to Wang Hao.
Completely disregarding whether Wang Hao, who was busy stir-frying noodles, was inconvenienced, he leaned directly into his ear and spoke.
Wang Hao's hands didn't stop, and he didn't even lift his head, responding tactfully:
"Young man, this isn't about money. Everyone else is waiting in line properly. If I agreed to let you cut in, what would those who have been waiting for a long time think? Do you think that would be fair to them?"
Actually, if this person wasn't Wang Hao's customer, Wang Hao wouldn't bother with such an unreasonable person at all.
People who make such excessive demands are usually difficult to deal with. However, Wang Hao's gentle persuasion seemed to have no effect; the person continued to babble on, tirelessly muttering something.
Finally, the people waiting in line around them couldn't stand it anymore and came out one after another to support Wang Hao, collectively scolding the person trying to cut in.
Under the pressure of the crowd, that thick-skinned fellow had no choice but to slink away from the scene.
At this point, Wang Hao could finally refocus his energy and continue concentrating on stir-frying noodles.
As noon approached, the number of people in line in front of Wang Hao did not decrease but increased. Seeing that the over two hundred portions of ingredients he had prepared were almost gone, Wang Hao felt both joy and worry.
The joy was that he could finally escape this situation of being watched by a crowd, and the worry was that with so many people in line, convincing them later would likely be a troublesome matter.
