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Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao's face finally turned pale, and she gripped the edge of the bar tightly with both hands.

In the kitchen, two large cast iron frying pans were already scorching hot, but no orders had been processed.

Seeing this, Lin Fan walked out of the kitchen with a somewhat doubtful expression.

He walked to the takeout window and stood next to Su Xiaoxiao.

Seeing someone emerge from inside, and noticing the live stream audience had surged to over 50,000, Da Peng steeled himself, raised the microphone, pointed at Lin Fan, and demanded:

"You must be the owner here! You've come at the perfect time!"

"Give me an explanation in front of tens of thousands of viewers in the live stream! Why are you selling these four pan-fried buns for 188 yuan?! Why are you selling this cup of soy milk for 100 yuan?!"

Lin Fan looked at the indignant faces outside the window and spoke calmly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's clearly written on the blackboard at the entrance. All the food items in our restaurant are clearly priced, and we have never forced anyone to buy anything from us."

He pointed to the snow-covered road outside the door and said calmly, "If you think it's worth it, please line up and pay according to the rules. If you don't think it's worth it, you can turn around and leave now."

"The door is open, and the road is wide enough. Don't block the window and delay the people who want to eat from paying."

This blunt and dismissive response left Dapeng speechless.

Da Peng originally thought that after the boss came out, he would either apologize and explain the cost of the raw materials, or he would kindly persuade everyone to disperse.

He never dreamed that the young boss would be so cold and hard, saying "If you can't afford it, turn around and leave," which directly shut down all their accusations!

Da Peng stared at the rapidly scrolling barrage of comments on his phone screen.

The viewers in the live stream were spamming the chat with messages:

"Dapeng, I'll buy one! I'll buy one and try it right here, let's see just how outrageous it is!"

"Yeah, Dapeng, let's buy one and take it apart to see if it's made of the real stuff!"

"Is the person upstairs out of their mind?! They've been scammed!"

"Exactly! This is clearly a rip-off store trying to harvest traffic. If you buy something, you're basically giving them a free 300 yuan profit! Absolutely do not buy it!"

The live stream chat instantly split into two camps, arguing fiercely.

Da Peng stared at the rapidly scrolling comments on his phone screen, his fingers gripping the anti-slip handle of the selfie stick tightly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

The phrase "You'll be fooled if you buy it" hit the nail on the head.

There are many types of short video bloggers who review restaurants these days.

Some focus solely on high-end Japanese and Black Pearl French restaurants, which cost thousands of yuan per person, relying on showcasing luxurious decor and expensive ingredients to generate "novelty traffic."

Some spend their days rummaging around with test tubes, trying to gain attention by creating food safety anxiety; others are simply doing things for money, exaggerating and boasting for a fee.

But Dapeng is different.

Since he started working as a self-media creator three years ago, he has established himself as a persona focused on the purest, most affordable, and down-to-earth snacks.

His usual shots are of street-side steamed bun shops where the average price is ten or eight yuan, dilapidated noodle shops hidden under residential buildings, or affordable stalls around university towns.

He painstakingly built up a following of over 1.3 million followers, a highly niche user group with extremely high engagement.

Those who follow his account are all ordinary wage earners struggling to make a living every day, college students squeezing onto the subway to catch the 8 a.m., and working people who have to carefully calculate every penny.

The reason these fans are willing to tune into his live stream every day is because they trust him to pick out truly affordable and high-quality restaurants on the streets for everyone.

Fans will think he's gotten arrogant and out of touch with the public, and they'll even question in the comments whether he's been paid off by the store to stage a charade for reverse hype and exploit his followers.

Moreover, spending nearly 300 yuan on breakfast is an absurd and illogical thing for someone whose usual breakfast budget is no more than 15 yuan.

Thinking of all this, Da Peng's eyes turned completely cold.

He pointed the phone camera back at himself, and shouted into the microphone at the top of his lungs:

"Brothers! Family members in the live stream!"

Da Peng pointed at Lin Fan, who stood calmly in the window, his face filled with righteous indignation:

"Did everyone hear what the boss just said? 'Buy if you think it's worth it, leave if you don't!' What a big mouth!"

Da Peng gave a cold laugh at the camera, his tone impassioned:

"I, Da Peng, have been exploring restaurants for three years, traveling across most of China, all with the slogan 'Finding affordable and delicious food for ordinary people!'"

"Judging a snack shop, the taste is one thing, but its conscience is another!"

"Spending nearly 300 yuan on four steamed buns and a cup of soy milk?"

"If I were to pay this money today, not only would I be betraying the hard-earned money I've worked so hard for, but I would also be encouraging this unscrupulous trend of exploiting celebrities' popularity to inflate prices and treat ordinary people like lambs to the slaughter!"

Da Peng suddenly waved his hand and loudly announced to the live stream audience and the crowd behind him:

"Let whoever wants to be the sucker today, I, Da Peng, won't pay a single penny! I will resolutely resist this kind of exorbitantly priced gimmick that is out of touch with the masses and has absolutely no cost-effectiveness!"

These words were spoken with such force that they instantly ignited the group of young tourists and students outside the door who were already worried about their wallets.

"Dapeng is right! Absolutely not buying!"

"Four steamed buns for 188 yuan? Do you think everyone's brains are fried?!"

"Boycott these exorbitantly priced rip-off shops! No one should be ripped off!"

"Let's go! Let's eat somewhere else! Jiangcheng has more than just this one restaurant!"

The crowd was furious, but none of the people blocking the front of the line voluntarily left.

Dozens of people were stuck blocking the steps and the windows.

Some people livestreamed on their phones, mocking the storefront, while others filmed short videos accusing celebrities of failed endorsements.

Many others stood by with their hands in their down jacket pockets, watching coldly and grumbling, waiting to see who would step forward and be the first fool to be fleeced.

If anyone at the back of the line tries to take even half a step forward, they will immediately be met with several disdainful glances from the side.

Caught up in this emotion, the front of the entire line was completely stuck in place.

No one took out their phone to scan the payment code.

Not a single person stepped into the lobby to sit down.

More than ten minutes passed, and not a single breakfast was sold, neither at the takeout window on the right nor at the dine-in entrance on the left.

Su Xiaoxiao stood behind the takeout window, her palms sweating.