Bringing my kids to set up stalls, I made thousands of people cry with envy

Chapter 322 This is a funeral home! Not a food court!
Several family members in mourning finished their funeral arrangements and squeezed in from outside.

"Wow, it really is here. This powder is really delicious."

"The young man standing in the corridor eating noodles really made me greedy, but I don't know what it tastes like."

"Who cares? With so many people in line, it shouldn't be that bad. I've been busy since early morning, and I'm so hungry that I have low blood sugar."

The death of an elderly person in the family is considered a happy funeral. Although they are sad, they can still accept it calmly.

So now I am in the mood to come and eat noodles.

Seeing that more and more people were queuing up, Su Chen looked at the ingredients and hurriedly waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

"I'm sorry, everyone. We only have about 30 bowls of minced meat noodles left today. I'm afraid it won't be enough for so many of you."

Ah? ? ?
These people have been craving for the smell from the cafeteria for a long time, and have finally endured the hunger to this day, but in the end they can't get any food.

A bit unhappy.

"Boss, can't you do a little more? At worst we can pay you more."

"That's right, do some people eat and the rest of the people have to watch?"

Su Chen spread his hands and frowned.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't expect so many people to come tonight, so I didn't prepare so many copies."

Everyone was still arguing when suddenly there was a commotion coming from the door.

"Make way! Please make way!"

Several family members in mourning squeezed in.

The fat man in the lead had red and swollen eyes, and the bags under his eyes were almost hanging down to his chin.

He reached out to push aside the crowd blocking the food entrance.

"We are holding a funeral today and we haven't had our meal yet. Can we go first?"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a young diner.

"Dude, you're still thinking about cutting in line. We don't even have enough food for ourselves! The chefs have limited the portions, and they're gone."

When the fat man heard this, the veins on his forehead throbbed.

At this moment, the smell of hospital disinfectant still lingered on him.

The person in front of him clearly smelled like hot pot, and his face was very rosy.

You can tell at first glance that they are not the deceased’s family members!

Why are you coming to the funeral home to snatch food from them?
but.

Logically, they are also consumers and there is no reason for them to cut in line.

But are we just going to give up like this?
When he smelled it outside before, the fragrance was still light, but now it was almost right next to his face, and the fragrance of minced meat and powder, which was many times stronger, exploded in front of him. It was simply too tempting...

How could he bear it?

The fat man was so greedy that the gluttony in his heart was gnawing at him.

Forget it, today he will be shameless for once and go all out!

I saw him digging his fingers into his hair and his shoulders shaking.

"Wow... at this time yesterday, my dad, who had a gastric tube inserted, said... that he would come to eat a bowl of hot noodles after he was discharged from the hospital. Now, such delicious minced meat noodles are right in front of me, but I can't buy them... I am unfilial..."

When the sobbing sounds were heard.

The old lady behind the fat man also very skillfully pulled open the cover on the urn.

Turbid tears dripped onto the lid of the box.

"Old man...it's all our fault that we came late. You won't be able to eat today..."

The old lady choked up as she spoke.

People around began to talk quietly.

"This... aren't we doing a bit wrong? The family members who were attending the funeral had nothing to eat! But we ate all of it."

"Yes, there seems to be something wrong."

But there are also different voices.

"What's wrong with eating noodles? We are consumers too. Why can't we eat them?"

"That's right...it's not like I didn't spend any money."

It seems that the scene is very topical.

A young blogger who followed the example of Brother Gold Chain and came to the funeral home to explore the place risked being beaten and squeezed through with a selfie stick in hand for the sake of traffic.

The phone camera was almost touching the fat man’s face.

"Sir, how do you feel now? Are you regretful that you can't have this bowl of Internet celebrity noodles?" "I feel sorry for your mother!"

The fat man got angry when he saw that playing the emotional card didn't work.

He stood up suddenly and pushed the selfie stick away.

"This is a funeral home! Not a food court! You even interviewed me. Do you have any empathy at all?"

The war is about to start.

Upon seeing this, Manager Huang quickly stepped forward and pulled the fat man to a quieter side to mediate.

"Sir, please don't get excited."

He handed over a tissue and said, "I understand how you feel. I'll ask the kitchen to make a few bowls for you and your family. Is that okay with you?"

The fat man wiped his tears and was about to speak.

"Manager Huang!"

A staff member suddenly ran over from outside.

"Three bodies have just been brought into the morgue, and the families are asking why they can't even have a farewell meal after completing the formalities, and why they can't even squeeze into the cafeteria. Look..."

Manager Huang's face darkened.

Yes, it’s okay once or twice, but if it happens every time, I’ll have to give you special treatment every time.

Moreover, everyone has to cook for themselves, which makes it very inconvenient to manage the canteen.

"Everyone, I'm so sorry."

Manager Huang picked up the loudspeaker with a serious expression and turned to announce to everyone.

"Starting tomorrow, the minced meat noodles in our cafeteria will only be available to bereaved families."

"Think about it, everyone who comes here is experiencing the greatest disaster in life. Please put yourself in their shoes. We should be more considerate of the families of the deceased. Please be considerate of each other."

After saying that, Manager Huang bowed to the urn.

"I'm sorry for disturbing the old man's peace."

For a moment, the cafeteria fell silent.

Everyone has their own thoughts.

Especially for those diners who rushed over after hearing the news, hearing this was like being struck by lightning.

What do you mean?
Not allowing outsiders to eat, is this human language?
It’s okay to eat one bite less.

When the minced meat noodles were served, the fat man stood there in a daze, a little confused.

The old lady was quick-witted.

He took the bowl tremblingly, tears welling up in his cloudy eyes.

"thanks, thanks"

The atmosphere was set here, and many diners felt a little emotional.

Someone walked to the fried rice window and gave his place to the bereaved family members behind him.

"Um. Do you have any fried rice left?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Master Kong, who was helping, quickly responded, "Would you like some Yangzhou fried rice? It's with ham and shrimp!"

"Here's one." The customer took out his meal ticket. "Actually, a bowl of fried rice would be nice, too."

Someone also went to the water dispenser to pour a cup of hot water for the old lady.

The fat man looked at this scene and suddenly his face turned red with embarrassment.

In fact, it is our duty not to give ourselves privileges.

He wiped away his tears, remembering what his father always said when he was alive: there are still many good people in this world.

He didn't believe it then, but he does now.

The old lady was also a little excited. She sat at the table, holding the bowl of noodles.

"Old man, try it. It's hot."

Just picked up a chopstick of noodles, tears fell into the soup, "You always say you want to eat now now"

The fat man walked over and gently put his arm around the mother's shoulders.

"Dad, take your time eating. Mom, don't be too sad."

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(End of this chapter)