"What the heck??"
"Is my buddy's publicity effect really this good?"
"Excuse me, let me through."
"Hey hey, why are you cutting in line, have some decency."
"Move to the back!"
"Wait, is there a possibility that I'm a staff member?"
"If you're a staff member, I'm the security guard."
"Old Lin! Old Lin! Look at me, tell them to let me in!!"
Lin Chen was completely swamped, surrounded by people everywhere, with phones constantly taking pictures, and the sound of two pots bubbling on the stove, along with the beep of the timer, made it impossible for him to hear anything outside.
Lucas shouted a few times without getting a response, guessed the situation, and instead of pushing his way in, he backed out.
"With so many patrons, his ingredients are surely going to run out and he won't have time to restock, why don't I just bring them around from the back of the food truck? Great, that's what I'll do!"
