Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

Chapter 10 Aren't you afraid I'll kick you to the curb once I've made money?

It was late at night beside the dining car.

The streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow.

Ling Yun did not notice Zhou Meimei in the shadows.

He finished packing up the last batch of steaks, carried his own steak out of the food cart, and sat down with his classmates.

He came closer.

Once again, the students' praises came over me.

"This steak is so delicious! I've never had it in a five-star hotel!"

A student, chewing on beef, mumbled something indistinctly.

"This steak is absolutely delicious."

Those around them echoed, their forks bobbing up and down as they devoured their food.

"Chef Ling, you're qualified to be a Michelin-starred chef!"

"That can't be that bad!"

"That's true... Although Chef Ling is skilled, there are probably many other skilled chefs out there."

Big mistakes.

He Yu silently added a sentence in his mind.

The students lacked experience, which is why they had unrealistic expectations of Michelin chefs.

He has eaten it.

The taste of Michelin-starred restaurants is actually not very consistent.

The Michelin judging panel consists of ten food critics, and the judging criteria include the quality of ingredients, cooking skills, the creativity of the dishes, and the overall experience.

The judges have different tastes and preferences.

In addition, the dining experience, including the environment, artistic conception, creativity, and atmosphere, will affect their perception.

and so.

Michelin restaurants do have certain standards.

If someone knowledgeable can perform the operation.

Some dishes that are just a little creative and have only a passable taste can easily make it onto the list if prepared properly.

simply put.

Taste is not the only important criterion for Michelin.

Judging solely from the taste...

The steak that Lingyun served last, even without any side dishes or pasta, was absolutely worthy of being selected for a Michelin star.

However, the environment and ingredients...

They definitely won't be selected for the Michelin Guide.

of course……

If he came to his own family's Western restaurant, it would be a completely different story.

He Yu subtly switched seats with his classmate, sitting down next to Ling Yun, and spoke in a low voice:

"Chef Ling, your skills are too wasted in the night market. Why don't you come to my family's Western restaurant? The annual salary is 300,000, and I'll give you 20% of the profits."

The fork in Ling Yun's hand stopped in mid-air.

He looked closely at He Yu and was greatly surprised.

The other person had been busy here all afternoon, and I hadn't even realized that he was actually a rich second-generation.

but……

He shook his head and refused, word by word: "Thanks, but I won't work for anyone else anymore."

He was an orphan from a young age.

From the moment he realized this, he learned not to compete with others, learned to collect bottles to sell for money, and learned to be invisible in the village.

He grew up relying on village relief while he was in school.

He had always had excellent grades in elementary school. After meeting Wen Chong in junior high, Wen Chong always took him out to play. His parents went out to work, and his uncle was rich, so Wen Chong paid for both of their expenses.

Those were three rare years of relaxation for him.

He even forgot that he was just an orphan, and the little boy thought that there would be no end to these days.

But when he entered high school, he became sensible for the second time.

Both of them did very poorly on the test.

Wen Chong was sent to repeat a year of high school by his uncle, who kept him under strict control, hired many tutors for him, forbade him from going out, and did not give him pocket money.

To make his life happier.

Ling Yun spent a year collecting trash, gradually repaying the money Wen Chong had previously paid for him.

later.

With the village chief's financial assistance, he finally had enough money to attend culinary school.

After escaping, he went to work but was scammed.

The other party spent three months of his time figuring out that he was a helpless orphan, and in the end, they were only willing to pay him for half a month's wages.

Ling Yun squatted in front of his shop for half a month, relentlessly pleading, before finally getting the wages he was owed.

He called the village chief to mention this matter.

The village chief said you're silly, thinking everyone is like Grandpa Village Chief or your childhood friend Wen Chong. People outside are wicked, you have to be careful at all times.

The village chief passed away two years ago.

A year ago, he was invited by Wen Chong to open a shop, but he never expected it to turn out like this.

He was very glad that his grandfather didn't know about this, otherwise he would have been heartbroken.

He made the decision last night.

From now on, he must run his own business.

Now we have the God of Cookery system.

If you study the recipes carefully, you can definitely make a name for yourself with your skills.

Sensing Ling Yun's resolute attitude, He Yu didn't press further. The two weren't very familiar with each other yet, and He Yu also felt that it would be good for Ling Yun to hone her skills at the night market a bit more.

The income from night markets is limited.

Western restaurants have high prices per person.

The profit from one premium steak there is equivalent to that of dozens of steaks here. Besides, Ling Yun is a head chef, so although he is directly responsible for the dishes, his job will be much easier.

He Yu noticed it too.

Lingyun's success this time was thanks to this sauce recipe.

As long as he brings the recipe, that's enough to manage the Western restaurant. He can still delegate tasks like menu development to others.

Once he gets back and checks the accounts at the Western restaurant, we'll promise him a substantial profit.

Then we'll compare it with Lingyun's own income.

More money, less work.

Everyone knows how they'll choose!

Seeing that all the dishes on the table had been swept clean, Ling Yun stood up, dusted off his trousers, and thanked everyone:

"Thank you everyone for today. It's getting late, so please go home and get some rest."

Everyone licked their lips contentedly, helped Ling Yun clean up the dishes, and then waved goodbye in twos and threes.

Zhou Meimei followed behind the crowd.

When she arrived at the side gate of the school, she saw Zhang Moli alone. She pulled up her sleeves to cover the tattoo on her arm, jogged over, put on a smile, and started talking to her.

Next to the food cart, a tap was running.

After Ling Yun washed all the dishes, he was surprised to find that Li He hadn't left.

He suddenly had a bad feeling, and raised an eyebrow slightly:

"You're not going to talk to me about money again, are you...?"

Thinking about this...

He wiped his hands on a towel, smiling helplessly.

"After spending a day together, I thought we'd developed some feelings for each other!"

Li He didn't notice the disappointment in his eyes.

Her big, bright eyes were wide with excitement, and her voice rose a half-octave:

"I want to talk business with you. Let me run this account. I don't want a salary. I'll even help you with your stall from time to time. All I need is the account's revenue, um..."

She counted on her fingers: "Forty percent is enough!"

"Forty percent!"

Ling Yun paused, her hand holding the towel momentarily still.

That's so little.

Although he didn't understand accounts, he knew that making a living on the internet was tough, and to get ahead, besides real skills, you also needed luck.

The key point is that the other party agreed to do the work.

This job is no easy task.

After six hours, even a strong man like myself couldn't take it, let alone this delicate college student.

He remained silent.

Li He grew anxious, took a step forward, and spoke noticeably faster:

"At least 30% is fine, no less than that, after all, I also have to be responsible for editing the videos and coming up with the content, which is very hard work."

Ling Yun remained silent for a long while, staring straight at her, before suddenly asking:

"Aren't you afraid I'll make money and then dump you?"