The Lin family's little boy returns to being eight years old, taking his family to new heights.

Around six or seven in the morning, the sky was veiled in a light gray-blue hue, as if by a thin veil. Lin Dayuan and Lin Xi had already driven their tricycle towards the market.

It was the same stall as yesterday. As soon as the two of them arrived, the pancake vendor greeted them with a cheerful smile. "Brother, give me a bowl of spicy hot pot later. I've been craving it ever since I had it yesterday."

"Young man, let's each have a bowl to warm ourselves up." The elderly couple rubbed their frozen hands. "Hehe, we ate this yesterday morning and it kept us warm all day."

After they finished speaking, they all threw the money into the money box. Lin Dayuan quickly took it out and handed it back, but the others refused to accept it.

"No, we plan to eat here every day. How can we accept not charging you? We're just a small business, this won't do."

Lin Dayuan didn't stand on ceremony anymore and added more noodles for everyone. The overflowing mala tang was served to each person, and everyone smiled knowingly.

This young man is truly honest.

As the sun's rays slowly emerged, the market gradually came to life.

"Young lady, my husband and I are here. One bowl each, no chili peppers, okay?"

It was Mr. Wang, the first customer yesterday.

"Okay, Grandpa and Grandma, come sit here." Lin Xi had cleared the snow pile back again in the morning, making the space much more spacious.

"Honey, let me tell you, their soup base is really good. They simmer beef bones for over three hours..."

Grandpa Wang talked on and on, attracting many passersby. One young man was so hungry he was practically drooling. Everyone found an empty seat and sat down, shouting for a bowl to try.

Lin Xi chuckled to herself; this old man was really something, giving her free advertising.

Unexpectedly, the first loyal fan of Malatang was an elderly man in his seventies.

Lin Xi handed out slips of paper with numbers to everyone in order, and also wrote down the corresponding flavor for each number in her notebook.

Lin Dayuan followed the instructions.

The process has one more step, but it's much faster, and the panic of yesterday is gone.

As the flow of people gradually increased, the number of people at the stall also gradually increased. Many of them were customers who had come yesterday, thought the food was delicious, and brought their family and friends with them today.

People gathered in twos and threes, completely blocking the entrance to the market.

Lin Dayuan has expedited the process, but the number of people is not decreasing; in fact, it is increasing.

Lin Xi had to specifically remind them that those with later numbers could go to other places first and come back in a few minutes.

Newcomers saw a large crowd gathered here and thought there was something exciting to see, so they all came over to take a look. However, they were attracted by the aroma of the spicy hot pot and joined the queue.

The guy making pancakes across from me was practically cramping up, but his smile was getting wider and wider. You always have to wait in line for a while, so eating a pancake to tide you over is perfectly fine.

The elderly people standing nearby had almost run out of plastic bags, and the small bags they carried around their waists were so bulging that they couldn't be zipped up.

Lin Xi's throat was practically hoarse from shouting.

"Number 20! Number 20's extra spicy and numbing is ready! Whoever wants it, come and pick it up!"

"Don't worry, it'll be ready on the 22nd!"

"Number 19! Number 19! Has Number 19 returned yet? It'll get cold soon!"

"Oh? Brother, do you want three bowls? We don't support takeout, it won't taste as good at home. Oh? You're eating alone? Okay, okay, here's your number."

This guy who ate three bowls in a row is the same big guy who ate like a glutton yesterday. He remembered the taste of spicy hot pot in the middle of the night and almost couldn't sleep because he was so hungry. So today he decided to eat his fill.

At this moment, the guest from number 19 also returned, and found a gap in the room, squatted down there, and started slurping his food.

From afar, you could see that the few tables and chairs behind the stall were packed with people, and a row of people were squatting behind the tables and chairs.

I've never seen a small stall become this popular.

When the other stall owners in the market heard about it, they were so tempted that if they didn't have to do business, they would have lined up to try it. They all agreed to come and buy a bowl after they closed their stalls.

But in the end, we didn't get to eat it because it was sold out ahead of schedule again.

Lin Xi carefully checked the materials and, seeing that there weren't many left, left ten people in line and told the rest to come back tomorrow.

The eleventh person refused to give up and refused to leave until he saw that there was not a single strand of powder left in the bucket, at which point he left with regret.

Lin Xi and her companion packed up their stall, took the trash, and drove away in their tricycle amidst the envious gazes of the stall owners.

Other people close their stalls because they've sold out, but they close theirs because nobody's buying anymore. Sigh...

As soon as Lin Guiying heard the car stop, she reflexively ran out, asking, "What? Sold out again?"

"Yes, Grandma, I told you it couldn't be done."

"Mom, prepare three hundred bowls for tomorrow!"

"No, Dad, you have to trust me. Prepare four hundred bowls. Some of the people who can eat will eat at least two bowls."

That big guy ate four bowls in one go today, and when three weren't enough, he asked for another. I don't know how he managed to eat that much.

Lin Guiying was stunned. Good heavens! Four hundred bowls! How many potato slices would that take...?

"By the way, Grandma, please cut more potatoes. Now the guests are asking for more potato slices."

Lin Guiying, "..."

"Grandma? Grandma? Can you hear me? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Leave me alone, I need some peace and quiet..."

That's right, the customers have already grasped the essence of eating mala tang. If you want soft and tender potato slices, tell the girl to cook them a little longer. If you want them crispy and crunchy, tell the girl to cook them a little less.

If you want to eat a certain dish, just tell the middle-aged man to give you more. If you don't want anything, he won't give you the wrong dish.

Not only that, you can also make requests regarding the flavor: less numbing and less spicy, more numbing and spicier, less sugar and more vinegar... We guarantee you'll get the flavor you desire.

Seeing her grandmother standing there in a daze, Lin Xi couldn't help but ask her father, "Dad, what's wrong with Grandma?"

"I think she just didn't want to cut the potatoes..."

It was her fault; she didn't think of that. Cutting a whole sack of potatoes every day—who could stand that?

"Xiao Yi, what should we do? Are there any potato slicers now? I think Grandma is going to go on strike!"

"Host, they sell them in the city malls for over 200 yuan. You can buy one for your grandma."

"That's good. Don't tire out the old lady."

Lin Dayuan deliberately waved the money box in front of the old lady, and Lin Guiying immediately came to her senses and happily went to count the money.

Lin Xi pulled Lin Dayuan over, "Dad, there are potato slicers for sale in the city, let's go buy one for Grandma!"

"Okay, let's go now. We might not be free tomorrow."

The two greeted Lin Guiying and hurriedly set off.

Lin Guiying was so engrossed in counting the money that she didn't hear what the two men were going to do. Whatever, as long as they didn't interrupt her counting the money.

The two men turned around and took out a hand-cranked machine. The old lady asked curiously, "What is this thing?"

"Grandma, congratulations! You don't need to slice potatoes anymore. You can just shake it by hand." She took out a potato and demonstrated.

It not only slices evenly, but also moves extremely fast, and is easy to operate by hand without getting tired.

"This is nice. How much did you pay for it?"

"More than two hundred."

For the first time, Lin Guiying didn't curse. "It's fine, it's fine, it's not expensive."

She has no idea how tiring it is to slice potatoes; anyway, she can earn back the two hundred yuan in one day tomorrow.

The old lady's mindset changed very quickly; in just two days, she was no longer the stingy old woman she once was.