Jing’an District, Wanda Mall.
“Mommy, I want to eat this!” The boy, who looked to be around 10-year-old, held his phone up to his mother.
The video playing on the phone was Qin Yun’s live-stream that was edited by someone.
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The content was about eight-year-old Xu Le stir-frying a Kung Pao Chicken.
The video already had more than five million views and one million likes.
“It’s at Hongxing Food Street. It’s too far away from us, and there are so many people waiting in line. Let’s not go!” His mom glanced at the address and immediately refused.
“No, no, no. The video said that this restaurant’s Oil Doused Noodles is really delicious!”
“Chen Yu, why are you so disobedient? These videos are all lies.”
“I’m instistent on going. It’s my birthday today. Mom, you promised me that I can eat anything I want to eat!” The boy called Chen Yu said reluctantly.
“Aye…” His mom sighed.
Calmly, she said to Chen Yu, “Be good and listen to me. There are too many people queuing at these popullar stores. Let’s not go. Today is your birthday. Mom will bring you to eat your favorite McDonald’s, okay?”
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“Oh no, I just want to eat this food in the video!”
As they spoke, the little boy was on the verge of crying and throwing tantrum on the ground.
In the end, his mother could not dissuade him and could only bring him to Hongxing Food Street.
Like him, similar scenes were playing out in many parts of Shanghai.
In front of Xu Le’s food stall, there were many rows of customers who were attracted to come because of the live-stream. They surrounded the place so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through.
“Little kid, I want a serving of every dish!”
“Give me two servings of Oil Doused Noodles!”
“How old are you, kid?”
“Little Boss, your culinary skills are really good!”
“…”
Amidst all the noise and excitement, there were still people asking Xu Le how old he was.
“Stop asking. Stop asking.”
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Xu Le’s mind was upset by this question.
He glanced at the signboard that read “Taste of China” beside him and suddenly had an idea.
Since everyone was asking about his age.
Should he change the name of the restaurant to “8-year-old cafeteria” the next time he moved?
At least these people wouldn’t keep asking him how old he was.
…
As time passed.
Night fell, but the crowd in front of Xu Le’s food stall did not reduce at all.
When it was almost reaching night, there were even more customers than in the afternoon.
However, the ingredients prepared by Xu Le wouldn’t last that long.
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