Zhou Xudong felt like he must have some special constitution.
Every time he wanted to eat something, something strange would happen: just when it was his turn, they'd run out.
With no surprise at all, always the person in front of him bought the last one.
"Looks like I'll have to eat it tomorrow." Zhou Xudong sighed, having waited in line for a dozen minutes for nothing.
"Don't worry, there will be something better tomorrow."
Zhou Xudong asked, "What time do you open tomorrow?"
Chen Mo pointed to the menu, "It says there, ten in the morning."
Zhou Xudong could only leave the food stall with regret, heading towards the hotel with his equally regretful wife and child.
Even though Chen Mo was already packing up, customers who had just finished their stewed noodles kept coming by to ask, "Any more left?"
Chen Mo replied to each of them, "No more."
