In just a few minutes, over twenty people gathered around the food truck.
Most of the people hanging around at this time are guests waiting to have lunch.
Although it's not time yet, waiting on the beach is definitely more comfortable than waiting in a hotel.
Once this group moved towards the food truck, it immediately caught the attention of more tourists, who got up one by one and walked over.
This was exactly what Lin Chen had in mind.
He couldn't be bothered to shout himself hoarse; his reputation had already spread, and as long as he draws a crowd initially, the rest doesn't require much of his attention.
"I heard they're selling mala tang at noon, right?"
"What exactly is mala tang? The pictures online just look like a bowl of cooked vegetables."
"I haven't had it either, but I heard there's a place in Paris that sells it, and it's very popular, with long lines every day, so it must be quite good."
