And so, another long line quickly formed.
The sight of a crowd standing around, each person holding a bowl with a satisfied expression, was even more eye-catching than before. It quickly drew in yet another group of passersby.
About an hour later, the queue had cycled through, and people were starting to come back for a second round.
The person trying to get food was the same old man from the beginning of the line. The young boy running the stall shook his head. "You've already followed us, so you can't get a second one."
"...I can't?" the old man said with a soft "Oh." He immediately pulled out his terminal. "Then I won't take it for free. I want to buy it."
When the boy didn't reply, he added, "I'll buy it no matter the price." His tone was firm and resolute—the very picture of a domineering CEO.
"No, no, no, you've misunderstood, sir," the boy said quickly. "We aren't charging for it."
As they spoke, the people behind them in the queue pricked up their ears to listen in.
