"Out again?"
"What? I just got here, and you tell me it's sold out?"
"Has it started? It's already over."
"Boss Jiang, why do you run out so quickly?"
"That was way too fast!"
As the roast ducks rapidly sold out, the college students' wails filled the air.
Jiang Feng sighed. There's nothing I can do, really nothing. This is all there is. Not a single drop—oh no, not a single duck is left. Only a few cucumbers and green onions remain.
"Boss, my roommate is dying. He wants a taste of your roast duck before he goes."
"Sell me a duck, and I'll send you my roommate's bed photos."
Others tried to reason and plead with heartfelt persuasion.
Jiang Feng remained unmoved. He picked up the megaphone and announced, "Everyone, I'm sorry, but today's roast duck is all sold out. Come back tomorrow. I will make more tomorrow. Thank you all for your support!"
Having said that, he slowly drove his food truck away.
