The next morning, after breakfast, Lin Jiang first drove Chen Jingxian to work, then returned to the noodle shop himself.
Soon, Yang Tao, Li Yuanyuan, and Zhou Xiaoli all arrived as well.
Leaving the shop's operations to them, Lin Jiang went out the back door to continue searching for a suitable property.
Around noon, the shop grew busy. Lin Jiang didn't slack off, either; he went back inside to help out.
Meanwhile, the man and woman from yesterday were also eating at the shop. They'd waited in line for over twenty minutes just to get a table, and even then, it was one of the outdoor ones.
"This place is unbelievably busy," said the uniformed man from yesterday. "It's past one o'clock, and it's still packed."
"Looks like they've got the real deal," the long-haired woman said. "Their scallion oil noodles are excellent, too. It feels like everything on the menu is solid; you can't go wrong no matter what you order."
