Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

Chapter 24 The world suddenly turned into something incomprehensible.

"Cool!"

A thunderous shout pierced the darkness, exploding like a thunderclap over the night market.

He Yu closed his eyes tightly, but his body suddenly sprang up from the chair. Even his shirt slipped off his shoulders without him realizing it, and piled up in a wrinkled mess around his waist.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and two lines of clear tears silently slid down his cheeks.

"It's so delicious..."

His voice sounded like a sob, trembling with an indescribable quality:

"Running in the sunset...that was my youth!"

What the hell!

This is absolutely... a stain on my life!

Behind the camera, Li He's eyes widened, her jaw nearly dropping, and she stammered inwardly:

Feed.

It's not my fault.

Blame yourself for getting too excited when you saw the nude beach.

You really can't blame me!

A wave of guilt washed over Li He, and she silently made the sign of the cross in her heart, offering a silent prayer.

The onlookers were incredibly excited, their hands holding their phones motionless, afraid of missing a single shot.

He Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

The lingering echoes of the illusion still lingered in his pupils.

Ignoring the fact that he was already half-naked, he sat down and began to eat voraciously, his fork raining down on him, one fork after another, like a homeless man who hadn't eaten for three days.

The tender beef melts in your mouth, every fiber infused with the sweetness of the fat, like the heat of a hot afternoon beach.

The exotic sauce carried his thoughts, sometimes to the shadows of coconut palms, sometimes to the evening bells of an ancient castle.

The amazing thing is...

His movements were not distorted or twisted as a result; instead, he swept the plate quickly and precisely, like a sophisticated eating machine.

Halfway through the meal.

He Yu regained his senses.

The information he received out of the corner of his eye made his mind explode.

Finished!

This thought popped into his head.

But it was too late to do anything extra.

They just can't stop eating.

He slowly raised his head, filled with boundless energy and immense satisfaction, after finishing the entire steak and the pasta on the side, leaving only a glistening trace of sauce on the bottom of the plate.

"My...my clothes."

His panicked cry as he grabbed his clothes ignited the silence of the surrounding crowd, erupting into a deafening roar of laughter.

"Wow, he's putting on such a passionate performance!"

A man in a floral shirt slapped his thigh and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Seriously? What era are we living in? They're still using such fake gimmicks. Do they really think college students are idiots?"

"The taste is indeed good, but the effect is too exaggerated."

A short-haired girl curled her lip, her face full of mockery.

"2666, how can you fool a fool without exaggerating?"

A sharp, sarcastic voice drifted out from behind the crowd.

"The boss's skills are good, but his methods are a bit clumsy!" A middle-aged man sighed, his tone filled with regret.

Excuse me, could you please move aside?

Ling Yun pushed open the door of the food cart and quickly squeezed into the crowd.

He was very confident in his dishes and believed that there wouldn't be any problems with He Yu's side.

But the laughter made him realize something was wrong.

"What's going on?"

Ling Yun looked at He Yu, who was frantically putting on his clothes, completely bewildered and unable to imagine what had just happened.

Li He approached with a guilty expression: "See for yourself..."

As the two were talking, He Yu, like a frightened rabbit, lowered his head, bent over, and ran away in a flash.

Li He bit her lower lip, handed the recording equipment to Ling Yun, and started walking after him.

anyway.

She needs to give the other party an explanation.

The main character left, and the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed.

Someone urged Lingyun to continue cooking, their tone more sarcastic and less respectful.

Just like someone just said.

The skill is there, but the method is clumsy.

In an attempt to promote his expensive dish priced at 2666 at the night market, he came up with such a fake advertising method, which not only ruined a student's life but also backfired, completely destroying any goodwill people had towards his cooking skills.

Now... he's just the boss.

2666.

You're trying to fool idiots!

"good!"

Ling Yun smiled calmly, the curve of his lips almost unchanged from before.

There's no reason not to make money when you can.

As for those rumors, we'll know once more people come and experience it for themselves.

Let time tell.

He turned and went back into the food cart, standing in front of the hot plate once more.

The queue formed again, with fewer people than before, but still quite a few.

after all.

At 26.6 yuan, people are paying for the taste.

But from this moment on...

The praise he once gave me, which had been given in person despite the already slow growth, never came again.

Ling Yun kept his head down and cooked in silence, the sound of the spatula scraping against the hot plate monotonous and dull.

Zhang Moli became the sole service provider. She didn't say a word, but her legs moved like a wound-up toy, constantly running around the field. Her bangs were wet with sweat and stuck to her forehead.

The surrounding stall owners would occasionally cast curious glances at the spectacle.

A small fire that was just starting to rise was extinguished halfway, which was a huge relief for the other food vendors.

The daily traffic is fixed.

The more steaks Lingyun sells, the worse their business gets.

In the last few hours.

Many savvy vendors are preparing to move to a different location or change their product categories.

Unexpectedly, things turned around for the better.

A promising opening was ruined by Lingyun.

There are already quite a few people.

They started secretly sending messages to Uncle Chen.

Uncle Chen is a very old-fashioned man who only likes hardworking and reliable people. If he knew that Ling Yun was playing tricks here, he would definitely not tolerate him.

Once Uncle Chen gets angry...

There was no one around who could stay.

Why are you so down?

Suddenly, a teasing voice rang out in front of Ling Yun.

The visitor was Mr. Zhou, the owner of the spice shop.

He was wearing a dark gray cotton-linen shirt, his hands behind his back, and he was standing in front of the food cart with a smile.

Upon seeing the other person, Ling Yun realized that they had also made plans to have dinner together that evening.

"We've been waiting for you. Please have a seat."

He gave a greeting, then turned to the waiting guests and said the same thing again:

"Excuse me, please allow me to cook his meal first."

This time,

He didn't get the other person's consent, but instead heard a sneer:

"Boss, if your tricks aren't working, why are you even bringing in shills?"

The customer who had been cut in line rolled his eyes, his tone laced with undisguised sarcasm.

He finished speaking.

This was immediately echoed by several guests behind him.

"That's right, boss. Your cooking skills are pretty good. Give up that 2666 yuan meal and just make money honestly."

"Yeah, I just posted a recommendation on my WeChat Moments."

"If you use shills for false advertising like this, we won't want to come anymore."

"that is……"

Ling Yun remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Boss Zhou frowned.

Despite his advanced age, he knew a great deal about the culinary industry and, after hearing only a few words, he had already guessed what was going on.

"Boss Ling."

He lowered his voice and leaned closer to Ling Yun: "Did someone just order your Chef's Steak?"

Ling Yun nodded.

Now Boss Zhou finally understood.

He beckoned, leaned close to Ling Yun's ear as he leaned forward slightly, and whispered in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear:

"Boss Ling, I'm doing you a favor this time, you'd better remember it!"

A hint of doubt flashed in Ling Yun's eyes.

How does Boss Zhou plan to help him?

And why care so much about one's personal relationships?

Indistinctly.

He believed that everything was related to what happened inside that small building.

"Ding, 2666 yuan has been deposited into your account."

Seeing that the two ignored the warnings and insisted on playing the role of making a request, the crowd was outraged.

Many people turned on their phones, and some even held up their phones to start a live stream, with the camera pointed directly at Boss Zhou and Ling Yun.

"Come on, come on!"

The man in the lead raised his phone again, the camera zoomed in on Boss Zhou's face, his tone full of mockery:

"I'd like to see if the shill you hired this time will have to take his pants off."

The laughter of the crowd was like arrows, shooting in from all directions.

Boss Zhou calmly glanced around, a mocking expression on his face and a cold smile playing on his lips.

He slowly turned the phone he had just used to scan the QR code and showed the screen to everyone.

"A tout?"

He snorted coldly and, in front of everyone, open his bank app with an open and generous gesture. He swiped his finger across the screen, his fingerprint was verified, and the balance page lit up prominently.

"I'd like to ask, who can afford to hire someone like me, and how much would it cost to justify my appearance fee?"

Diners crowded around, eyes wide, counting the numbers on the screen one by one:

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions... tens of millions... hundreds of millions... billions!!!"

Some people gasped and almost lost their balance.

"I don't blame you for being ignorant!"

Boss Zhou straightened his collar, his previously gentle face suddenly turning stern, and his voice rose eight octaves:

"However, I absolutely will not allow you to come here to harass and slander Chef Ling."

He turned around and bowed deeply to Ling Yun, his waist bent very low, his posture respectful to the point of piety:

"Chef Ling!"

His voice softened, as if he were speaking to an elder:

"As long as your Chef's Steak is still available, I will come to eat here every day."

Everyone turned their heads in astonishment, their gazes all falling on the silent Ling Yun.

I go!

How did the world suddenly turn into something I can't understand?

Is the chef's status really that high?