Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

Chapter 25 How serious must this be?

"My God, it's really real, not a video, not a screenshot."

To verify.

The diners at the front of the line reached out and tapped on Boss Zhou's phone screen to confirm that they could switch freely and that it was indeed the real-time interface of a bank app, not some screenshot or a deceptive trick.

He exclaimed in surprise and abruptly pulled his hand back, as if he had been burned.

"No way?" "Really?" "That much money..."

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell.

Like oil bubbling in a pot, it exploded one after another.

Is the status of a head chef really that high?

Ling Yun also began to think about this matter.

Boss Zhou helped him and even specifically told him to remember the favor, which was quite deliberate.

This is a boss who owns billions.

You may see them often in videos, but how many people would recognize them in real life?

What does he want from himself?

Even if I were a culinary master,

They would never restrict who eats their food; they even need to source spices from them. Giving them a reasonable discount and getting to know them is enough.

There's no need to go to such great lengths.

There's no need to flaunt your billions in wealth to make yourself look impressive.

It seems I should take some time to ask Brother Li; there might actually be some inside information about the culinary world.

Of course, that's a story for another time.

I received the money.

Ling Yun's first action was to turn around and return to the iron plate.

"Boss, another one, please."

Another voice emerged from below, hoarse yet steady.

The crowd parted to create a gap, and an elderly man wearing a red armband meant for an administrator walked in.

Ling Yun looked closely and realized it was Uncle Chen.

Why is he here too?

He looked around and caught several pairs of malicious eyes on the periphery of the crowd.

Some dodged, some gloated, and some waited to see the show.

Markets are like battlefields.

It seems the stall owners are saying that if their business is good, others' will suffer.

Ling Yun remained completely calm.

I'm as good as gold, I'm not afraid of being tested by fire. Since you want to eat it, I'll cook it for you!

"good!"

Ling Yun nodded decisively.

Uncle Chen took out his phone to scan the QR code to pay, and the crisp "ding" sound rang out again.

The surrounding diners silently raised their phones again, all pointing their cameras at Uncle Chen and Boss Zhou, recording the increasingly incomprehensible scene before them.

This is 2666.

Is it really worth the price?

The amount of billions really shocked many people. Some bad speculations swirled in their minds, but they didn't dare to say them out loud.

Boss Zhou sat down right next to the food cart, his hands folded on his knees, without the slightest discomfort.

Uncle Chen sat diagonally opposite him.

The two stood apart by a narrow passageway, undisturbed by each other, like two silent mountains.

The two did not disturb each other.

The sounds of flames blazing before Ling Yun and the crisp metallic clang of his shovel striking the iron plate echoed through the low murmurs of conversation.

Ding!

"Serve the food!"

Zhang Moli swallowed hard, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down, before she mustered the courage to step forward and serve the dishes.

The short ten-meter walk felt like she was walking on a staircase, attracting everyone's attention. All eyes were fixed on the wooden tray in her hand, moving inch by inch with each step she took.

Enjoy your meal!

Zhang Moli's voice trembled slightly.

After putting down the two wooden trays, she immediately retreated several steps as if flying.

Ling Yun had missed the moment when He Yu tasted it.

This time, he specifically left the dining car to observe from a closer distance. With his hands in his pockets, he stood at the front of the crowd, calmly watching the two elderly people dining.

The crowd gradually gathered, forming layers upon layers, making it impossible to move.

Everyone was watching the two of them eat, their eyes fixed on their collar zippers and shirt hems.

He Yu is still young.

Especially since it's near a university, going shirtless isn't a big deal; at most, people will complain about his clumsy promotional tactics.

These two are much older.

It has completely transcended the realm of youthful impulsiveness and ignorance.

The key point is that he has a special identity.

One is the night market manager, and the other is a multi-billionaire.

Especially that wealthy boss.

If she takes her clothes off, the show's entertainment value will skyrocket.

Surrounded by a dense crowd, the two remained remarkably calm and composed.

They simultaneously picked up their knives and forks and slowly cut off the first piece of meat.

That's what I saw.

The atmosphere around us instantly became tense, and the air seemed to thicken.

The murmurs among the crowd noticeably grew louder:

"I still don't believe it."

"Putting everything else aside, the taste is absolutely top-notch!"

"We have the purchase order for the meat, so it's definitely top-quality meat."

"No matter how well he cooks it, it couldn't possibly be worth 2666. If he really has that kind of skill, why doesn't he work at a fancy hotel?"

"Something unusual must be going on!"

Ling Yun stood in the crowd, ignoring the scrutinizing gazes and whispers around him, intently observing the two people's reactions.

If your clothes frequently burst open.

That would really make it difficult to sell.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

Fortunately, He Yu is a boy... If it had been a woman, it would have been a real disaster.

Without any hesitation, Boss Zhou put the piece of beef into his mouth first.

He chewed a few times, his cheeks bulging slightly, and then he stopped.

coming!

Ling Yun stared intently.

Boss Zhou had completely lost his senses.

The steak was incredibly tender, with juices and sauce filling the mouth and creating a wonderfully fragrant sensation, like a layer of warm velvet that went straight to the brain.

"tasty!"

He shouted, his voice filled with undisguised surprise.

He turned to look at Ling Yun, his voice filled with emotion:

"Chef Ling, your cooking reminds me of the days when I was young, traveling all over the country with my two brothers, sourcing ingredients from all over the country!"

He took a handkerchief from his pocket, dabbed it at the corner of his eye to absorb the moisture, and then began to eat heartily.

He ate faster and faster, and steam began to rise from his body. His worn cotton and linen shirt clung to his back, revealing a dark patch underneath. The wrinkles on his cheeks smoothed out, as if something had flattened them from within.

Not only was it not funny at all, but his posture became even more upright.

His lavish dining manners subtly revealed the aura of a powerful figure from a movie, making it difficult for others to look him directly in the eye.

Ling Yun slowly loosened his clenched fist.

Boss Zhou is just like Brother Li.

Although there are obvious physical and emotional reactions, I am still able to control them.

That last sentence was clearly said intentionally.

Lingyun turned to look at Uncle Chen.

He was noticeably more hesitant than Boss Zhou, his knife and fork hovering over the plate for several seconds. Only after seeing Boss Zhou enjoying his meal did he finally make up his mind and put the beef in his mouth.

Fragrant!

The rich aroma of beef spreads from the tip of the tongue to the back of the tongue, and then surges into the nasal cavity... mixed with... an incredibly warm sauce.

It was as if a hand had gently pushed into his mind, drawing out his very soul.

Uncle Chen's thoughts were pulled back.

childhood.

He was running barefoot along the ridges of the fields with his friends from his village, mud squeezing out from between his toes, hot and itchy.

After ten years of working the land and raising children, my hands are covered with calluses and blisters.

He suddenly became rich in the second half of his life.

He adhered to the village rules, his own rules, and the family rules, firmly grasping the reins of Chenjia Village and preventing the village from going astray, thus successfully expanding it into a massive economic conglomerate.

He did not travel around the country.

He dedicated his entire life to this land.

He didn't see the beaches and castles abroad; he only thought of those days in his life that held special significance for him.

As a child, I would walk barefoot along the ridges of the fields, measuring the earth.

When giving birth.

He squatted on the doorstep, smoking a pipe, the embers in the pipe flickering.

The village was demolished back then.

When he personally signed the first distribution plan worth tens of millions, his hand was trembling the moment the pen touched the paper.

That's the road he came from...

Uncle Chen's eyes were moist, and the whites of his eyes were red, as if they were covered with a layer of mist.

He strained to keep his eyes open, preventing the glistening liquid from slipping out, his gaze fixed on the plate, his hands moving up and down, the clinking of the knife and fork against the plate crisp and rapid.

While feeling warmth inside my belly.

He felt as if his whole body was being soaked in the fragrance.

From head to toe, inside and out, it felt like soaking in perfectly warm water.

Satisfaction...joy...and endless aftertaste.

"tasty!"

Uncle Chen put down his knife and fork, looked at Ling Yun, and repeated earnestly, word by word, "This taste is absolutely amazing!"

Hearing him speak.

The surrounding stall owners immediately turned ashen-faced.

Once Uncle Chen spoke, it was no longer possible to drive Ling Yun away. They exchanged a knowing glance and quietly dispersed like the receding tide.

This giant Buddha statue is definitely going to end up at the night market.

They'd better come up with a solution quickly.

"you……"

Uncle Chen was the first to stand up. He looked around at the densely packed crowd, at the arms still holding up their phones, and sighed deeply: "You'd better watch yourselves!"

He turned and left, his steps much faster than when he arrived.

Reaching a secluded spot, he took out his phone and dialed a familiar number:

"Hello, is this Chief Li? I need to report a crime!"

"Uncle Chen!?"

On the other end of the phone, the policeman's voice rose several octaves upon seeing the caller ID, his chair creaked, and he immediately became serious.

It's just a trivial matter.

This person can solve it themselves.

In fact, sometimes when I was handling cases, I couldn't do without this local tyrant providing information, sending people, and then launching into a tirade of abuse in the group chat, trying to persuade me to surrender.

But today he took the initiative to call the police?

How serious must this be?