FWF Chapter 139 Complaints from Long-Term Residents
Chapter 139 Complaints from Long-Term Residents
The daily routines of these long-time residents in the community have been completely changed.
Previously, their competitors were students and office workers in the same neighborhood.
These people usually don't get up too early and don't pose a threat.
So, the elderly usually wake up naturally around 5 a.m., slowly get ready, go downstairs to do some Tai Chi, or take a stroll.
When you come back, you won't have to wait too long, and you can still have a hot and delicious breakfast.
Now, when I go downstairs at five o'clock, there's already a long queue, and if you leave even 10 minutes late, you have to wait for several hours.
What should have been a relaxing breakfast time for neighbors was almost turned into a beach landing.
The most crucial point is that previously, you could buy as much as you wanted, but now, in order to cater to tourists from other places, everything is limited.
Their favorite calming millet porridge couldn't be carried away in pots.
Grandpa Liu carried the birdcage, protecting it from being jostled by people, while sighing at the dense array of sun hats and live-streaming stands in front of him.
"Oh my, at my age, eating a steamed bun is like going to war."
"Before, I could just buy it on my way back from a stroll, but now, not only do I have to set an alarm to grab it, but I also have to wait here for this long!"
"This isn't breakfast, it's more tiring than going to the morning market."
Aunt Xu next to her also sighed, complaining incessantly.
"You don't know, I was 20 minutes late yesterday because I was taking care of my grandson. When I got here, I couldn't even find a single bun wrapper. They'd all been snatched up by these people."
"At my age, I've been craving millet porridge every day, but I haven't been able to eat it for three days. Now I can't sleep well at night anymore; my biological clock has been completely messed up."
These two weren't the only ones complaining.
Even the earliest arrivals, Grandpa Xu and Grandpa Zhang, never stopped complaining.
However, that's what I mean.
Beneath the surface of everyone's anxiety, however, lay a faint glimmer of light.
Looking at the long line in front of her, Aunt Xu's lips curled up slightly, and her voice softened.
"But on another note, Boss Chen has really made something of himself now. Look at this scene, people from all over the province and even the country are flocking to our community. That's quite an influence."
Grandpa Xu, with his hands behind his back, nodded heavily like a retired cadre.
"Let me tell you, I used to be really worried that his shop would go out of business. But now it's great, he's making more money than he can ever make, and we don't have to worry about not being able to eat anymore."
Grandpa Liu chimed in, "That's right. My son said that this kind of thing is just a temporary fad. After this period passes, fewer people will come, and we'll still be able to eat. Let's just be patient for a few more days."
It's not just these elderly folks.
Even urban beauties like Wang Xiaoya, Xu Wen, and Xu Jingjing were genuinely happy for Chen Yuan.
They missed Chen Yuan, and Chen Yuan missed them too.
Chen Yuan was all too familiar with these familiar faces.
Seeing that Grandpa Liu, Grandma Xu, and others were squeezed on the outside, he didn't stop what he was doing.
While tidying up the steamer, he lowered his voice and spoke to Aunt Li.
"Auntie, give Uncle Liu four meat buns, Aunt Xu two cups of millet porridge, and save a separate portion of the food that Grandpa Xu and Grandpa Zhang usually eat, so they don't mix in with the other customers."
"Don't worry, it's been cleared out for a while now." Aunt Li nodded with a smile, packing the items deftly.
After Chen Yuan finished speaking, he turned to Hao Hao, who was standing to the side.
"Haohao, stop what you're doing and go tell those people I just mentioned to stop waiting and come over when we're almost done."
Hao Hao agreed and slowly walked out.
The excitement lasted for several days.
But the queues remained long, and the shop was short-staffed with too much work. A few days later, Aunt Li fell ill.
Chen Yuan was extremely anxious.
My dad was just discharged from the hospital and is still recovering, while my mom has to take care of other patients, so they really can't spare any time.
So they couldn't find anyone to help.
He was just about to close down for a few days to rest.
The head of the Culture and Tourism Bureau came to our door.
Faced with Chen Yuan's actual difficulties, the other party made a guarantee and sent four people to Chen Yuan the next day, promising to add more if needed.
We must take good care of the tourists from other places who come here because of its reputation.
In addition, the other side also subtly conveyed a message.
"Chen Yuan's breakfast shop is now a living advertisement for our city. Tourists from other places come here because of its reputation. If it could stay open a little longer, it could also boost consumption in the surrounding old street teahouses and intangible cultural heritage workshops, which would be a great thing for the city's image."
"We can coordinate volunteers to help maintain order and provide a variety of services, which will not increase the burden on the store."
The words don't need to be explicitly stated, but the meaning is very clear.
That means extending business hours to attract more customers.
Left with no other choice.
Chen Yuan had no choice but to agree.
After much discussion and negotiation, they finally extended the time by an hour and a half.
That means it closes at 10:30.
As soon as the news came out.
The already surging crowds split up once again.
The electronic queuing screen turns red two hours in advance every day, and the queue stretches from the street corner all the way into the residential area. Some people even book rooms in nearby guesthouses the night before, just to save time.
This not only boosted the sales of surrounding shops, but also improved the rental business in the community.
Half past ten.
Chen Yuan closed his shop on time.
Those who didn't get to eat it felt regretful, but not many complained.
Because volunteers from the Culture and Tourism Bureau will give those who didn't get to eat a hand-drawn map guide.
You can also get a free breakfast.
They also distributed a large number of coupons to guide these people to nearby time-honored teahouses, snack shops, and other stores.
Some people saw a business opportunity.
They immediately took over the shops near Chen Yuan's breakfast shop and converted them into milk tea shops, coffee shops, porridge shops, etc.
The once unremarkable old street has instantly become a food street.
It was almost eleven o'clock when I finished cleaning.
Tourists at the store entrance have dispersed in an orderly manner under the guidance of volunteers.
Chen Yuan walked out of the store and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Ring ring—"
A modified tricycle with peeling paint slowly pulled up in front of Chen Yuan's door.
An old iron stove was propped up on the truck bed.
Several large characters were pasted on the glass cabinet.
【Jianbing Guozi】
Ma Wenming got out of the car and greeted Chen Yuan.
"I reckon you shouldn't have left yet at this time."
As he spoke, Ma Wenming took two bags off the handlebars, inside which were two rather heavy jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes).
Under Chen Yuan's somewhat surprised gaze, Ma Wenming handed over the two bags.
"You've been busy all morning, haven't you eaten yet?"
"It was just made, it's still warm."