105: I only sell this pork intestine noodles to people preparing for interviews.

Lu Chuan looked at the bustling asphalt road and murmured, "Today is a bit bleak!"

He Jingrui, standing nearby, stared blankly at the sky, but was actually pretending not to hear.

In a blink of an eye, it was noon.

Whether they were staff members or job applicants, everyone began to shift their focus, searching for interesting stalls or restaurants.

From time to time, people would see Lu Chuan's stall and, interested, come over to buy a portion to fill their stomachs.

But when Lu Chuan asked if they were job applicants preparing for an interview, these people would look at Lu Chuan inexplicably, then turn their heads and leave with a look of disdain.

Of course, some found it interesting and casually said that they were indeed preparing for an interview.

But Lu Chuan then demanded that they show their resumes, or interview notification texts or emails as proof.

Hearing such a ridiculous request, this group of people immediately got angry and left with a cold snort.

They were probably thinking:

You stinky street vendor, you should be grateful that I'm patronizing your business, and you're still asking for this and that?!

Are you taking advantage of my kindness?!

Lu Chuan was speechless again.

This is too difficult!!!

At this moment, he missed the Regular Customers immensely!

What a considerate and generous group of people!

Damn system, why won't it let me notify them to come over?!

In short, when this day ended, Lu Chuan experienced, for the first time since he started his stall, a situation where he earned nothing and had a bleak ending.

He could only sigh, the system's methods of tricking people were becoming more and more advanced.

However, some rejoiced and some worried.

Although He Jingrui was also anxious for Lu Chuan, the thought that today's fatty intestines wouldn't sell and would end up being his for free, immediately brought tears to his eyes.

Lu Chuan immediately saw through He Jingrui's thoughts and snorted coldly.

"Hmph, I'd rather feed Little Black than feed you!"

He Jingrui was shocked on the spot.

"A Chuan, why didn't I realize you were this kind of person before! You actually want Little Black to eat its own kind!"

"Uh..."

Lu Chuan only then remembered Little Black's identity as a wild boar.

He couldn't help but say weakly:

"Well, uh, pigs are omnivores, mm, yes, they eat everything, as long as you don't tell it..."

Under He Jingrui's contemptuous gaze, Lu Chuan's voice grew softer and softer.

As the two joked around, time passed bit by bit.

Seeing that the old man and the big brother next to them had both packed up and left, Lu Chuan thought for a moment and prepared to pack up as well.

At this moment, two girls walked by and suddenly stopped.

One of the girls looked at the sign and read it aloud.

"super spicy fatty intestine noodles?"

The other looked at her companion and asked curiously:

"Hanhan, isn't this what you said last time, the street food you often ate in your hometown?"

Hua Hanhan nodded, a look of reminiscence in her eyes, then smiled:

"I haven't eaten it in a long time, and I really miss it! Perfect, weren't we just worrying about what to eat? How about we have this for lunch?"

Zhu Xinlei hesitated at the words.

She was a southerner and usually preferred light meals.

This super spicy fatty intestine noodles, just by the name, sounded very stimulating, she hoped it wouldn't be spicy on both ends... Hua Hanhan was a meticulous girl; seeing her best friend's expression, she knew what she was worried about, so she thought for a moment and went forward to ask.

"Little Boss, can your super spicy fatty intestine noodles be made without chili?"

Lu Chuan was packing up his stall and, hearing this, tilted his head in confusion, seemingly trying to understand the question.

Hua Hanhan's pretty face immediately flushed, as she seemed to realize she had said something foolish.

Without chili, could it still be called super spicy fatty intestine noodles?

That was not something a Sichuan and Chongqing person would ask!

She was immediately mortified and was about to pull her best friend away.

"Never mind, never mind, you can't eat spicy food, I was inconsiderate, let's go eat something else!"

Lu Chuan quickly stretched out his hand in a pleading gesture.

"There's a very mild spicy option, even people who can't eat spicy food can totally accept it!"

Hearing this, Zhu Xinlei was tempted.

It was true that she couldn't eat spicy food, but she couldn't resist Hua Hanhan talking about Sichuan and Chongqing delicacies every day!

"Since that's the case, then I'll try it!"

Seeing her best friend say this, Hua Hanhan's face lit up, and she immediately pulled out her phone to scan the QR code while asking about the price.

Lu Chuan scratched his head and said with some difficulty:

"This... my fatty intestine noodles are only sold to people who are preparing for an interview..."

His voice grew smaller and smaller, already prepared for the two people in front of him to think he was crazy.

Hearing Lu Chuan say this, Hua Hanhan and Zhu Xinlei were first stunned, then both burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, it's the first time I've heard such a request."

"I think it's quite interesting. It seems the boss isn't focused on doing business, but rather experiencing life, or doing market research, or perhaps academic research."

Seeing the two of them laughing so gracefully, Lu Chuan couldn't help but scratch his head and force a laugh.

Anyway, he had already received so many eye-rolls earlier, so he didn't care about being laughed at at the end of the day.

He could only say that being a street vendor was truly tough!

Sigh!

Just as Lu Chuan was sighing, Hua Hanhan and Zhu Xinlei each showed a text message.

"Little Boss, look at this interview notification text message, can it prove it?"

Lu Chuan was also a little surprised, then quickly nodded and said:

"Yes, it can! Uh, you can place your order now!"

Hua Hanhan and Zhu Xinlei burst out laughing again.

"Little Boss, you haven't said the price yet?"

...

The smile on Lu Chuan's face froze.

A few minutes later, one bowl of medium spicy and one bowl of very mild spicy fatty intestine noodles were packed.

"Goodbye, Boss!"

"If it's delicious, we'll come back tomorrow to buy more!"

Lu Chuan watched the two wave goodbye and leave, his mood also brightened a bit.

"Hahaha, successfully sold two portions! Congratulations! Let's go, pack up and go home!"

... Hua Hanhan and Zhu Xinlei each took a portion of fatty intestine noodles back to their respective dorms.

When they saw the other people in the dorm eating and smelled the aroma of food in the air, Hua Hanhan's stomach immediately rumbled.

Hearing the sound, a few girls turned to look.

One of the girls asked curiously:

"Hanhan, did you just finish your interview?"

"I finished the morning interview, and I have one in the afternoon, but it's after three o'clock."

Hua Hanhan finished speaking, then awkwardly rubbed her stomach, but still went to the restroom to wash her face first.

The girl said "Oh," and after Hua Hanhan came out of the restroom, she pointed at the takeout box and asked:

"What's in your takeout box? It looks like it's spicy. If you have an interview in the afternoon, is it okay to eat spicy food?"

Hua Hanhan smiled and explained:

"It's fine, the important positions have already been interviewed, it's basically a sure thing, whether I go to the afternoon interview or not is fine."

After speaking, she eagerly sat down at the table and opened the takeout box.

Because it was takeout, Lu Chuan thoughtfully separated the noodles and the red soup.

Therefore, even after half an hour, the noodles still looked elastic and shiny, and exuded a faint aroma of wheat.