"Boss, why don't you make us fried noodles!"

"Boss, don't just spend your time eating. Go to work quickly, everyone is waiting."

"Yes, we're all anxious!"

"Do you still want to do business?"

...

Seeing that Ye Rongyao was only concerned about making it himself and not making fried noodles for everyone, the onlookers urged him in dissatisfaction.

"Who told you that I am the owner of this stall? I am also a diner, okay? The boss is there!"

Ye Rongyao pointed to the middle-aged stall owner who was eating fried noodles not far away and said to the people surrounding him.

"Aren't you the boss?"

The onlookers were stunned by Ye Rongyao's words.

You are not the boss, what kind of noodles are you fried at the stall?

"Have you ever seen anyone dressed like me to set up a stall?"

Ye Rongyao said with a smile.

Now Ye Rongyao is wearing a high-end suit and dressed as a successful person.

No matter how you look, it doesn't look like a stall.

"It's really not like it!"

People looked at Ye Rongyao, and looked at the stall owner who was eating voraciously not far away, and confirmed that Ye Rongyao was not the stall owner.

After all, if Ye Rongyao is wearing Guqi clothes now, if he really sets up this fried noodles stall, the money he earns this month is not enough to have the dry cleaning fee for Guqi clothes.

"Sir, the fried noodles you stir-fried are so delicious. Let me stir-fry them!"

A young man looked at Ye Rongyao with greed and ate fried noodles with relish and said to Ye Rongyao.

"Not available!"

Ye Rongyao said without raising his head.

I am not a stall to do the fried noodles business, so why do I make fried noodles for strangers?

"Sir, we give money, double the money, no, five times the money."

The young man said immediately.

"Not interested!"

Ye Rongyao shook his head and said.

Not to mention five times the money, it is even a hundred times the money. Ye Rongyao is too lazy to make fried noodles for them.

"I'll pay a portion of fried noodles for 100 yuan. Sir, what do you think?"

A middle-aged man looked at Ye Rongyao and said.

As a foodie, if you don’t eat such a tempting fried noodles, middle-aged men will feel that they will not be able to sleep tonight.

"No interest, stay away from me and don't interfere with our meal!"

Ye Rongyao said unhappily.

It feels really unpleasant to eat something and there are so many people around you!

Seeing that Ye Rongyao really didn’t want to make fried noodles for everyone, people had to leave helplessly!

After all, this matter is about your love and mutual willingness. They are not a stall to do business, so they must be rich people when they see through it.

People don’t have that much money and don’t want to make this fried noodles, so everyone has no choice.

...

Ten minutes later, Ye Rongyao and Liu Qingqing also finished eating!

"Boss, how much does it cost?"

Ye Rongyao shouted to the stall owner.

"No, no money!"

The stall owner said hurriedly.

Today, the stall owner has seen what it means to be a real fried noodles.

That fragrance, that smell, really made the stall owner urge to bite his tongue.
Chapter completed!