Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

Chapter 27. Now, everyone was in an uproar.

This guy must be a chef from a big hotel, or someone who learned cooking from a famous master.

Something happened.

That's why I ended up setting up a stall at the night market.

The male stall owner, head down, used a bamboo skewer to pick at several skewers of nearly cooked bean curd sheets on the hot plate, his mind constantly refining his hypothesis.

The appearance of Lingyun.

For these ordinary stalls that rely on franchising or paying to learn recipes and buy raw materials online, this is simply a game-changer.

Now they've gained fame.

It has gained popularity.

I'm sure it will soon become the best-selling stall in the night market. The key is that he's still selling such expensive steaks. I really don't know how much he must earn in a day.

But it is precisely this kind of person who is like this.

Only then do they have the confidence to stop selling after proving their culinary skills are up to par.

Ok.

Such a person... if he really did something like that... I'd probably think he's really cool.

A hint of envy had just arisen in my heart.

The male stall owner couldn't help but let out another indignant groan.

With someone like that on the other side, I really need to think about my future. What goes with steak again?

I've been running this stall for so long.

He doesn't even know how many products he's made.

Changing items is not difficult at all.

He has his own ways of getting the recipe.

The deep-fry stall business can be continued by his wife. Her location is closer to the entrance, making it easier to attract customers, and he can bring his regular customers there.

But if his stall, which was directly opposite Lingyun, didn't rely on him for survival, it would be suicide.

What should I do...?

……

"Chef Ling, there's no need for that!"

Tiger walked quickly to Ling Yun, lowered his voice, and frowned:

"Even if there's a misunderstanding, don't let it affect your mood!"

He didn't care about Lingyun making money.

However, she cares a lot about Lingyun's ability to control his emotions.

After all, that's what he'll have to face in the future.

But those are the ones that are most capable of stirring up other people's emotions.

"You've misunderstood!"

Ling Yun bypassed Tiger Brother and went straight to the side of the group, raising his voice:

"I don't have much left, so there's no need for everyone to order more. The taste is pretty much the same at the same price. I hope more people can enjoy it."

Explanation complete.

He then turned to Brother Tiger and asked him:

"Thank you for your hard work. You can start counting, and I'll also calculate how many copies are left."

Lingyun's emotions have been very stable since childhood.

Sometimes he felt that he wasn't even himself, but rather that he was a being hovering behind him, diagonally above him, controlling his physical body with invisible ropes.

Everything around.

It will also be reflected in his heart, just like a game map.

otherwise.

Whether it was his childhood experience of begging for food from many families as an orphan, or his days of dropping out of school and wandering, it was enough to make his personality extreme.

And now.

Lingyun is simply a germaphobe.

Oh, I see.

You startled me!

Tiger put on a smile again, patted his chest, and turned around to start registering again.

Ling Yun returned to the dining car, changed into a clean pair of gloves, and began to calculate the remaining amount of marinade in the basin.

He prepared a lot of stock today, more than 500 servings.

In the first three and a half hours, he sold a total of more than 260 copies.

There are less than 223 servings left.

Lingyun left eight portions as a bonus, wanting to reward the hard-working team members for their efforts tonight, so he reported 215 portions to Brother Hu.

According to Tiger's statistics, on average, each person ordered more than two portions.

There are also those who stand in line for a group of friends.

You can order more than ten servings at once.

The food was used up by orders from fewer than eighty people.

I heard they're out of stock.

The locals all dispersed with regret.

If not today, you can come back to queue tomorrow.

As for those from other places, there's nothing we can do.

Some of the bolder and quicker-witted individuals ran into the queue and pleaded, offering extra money in exchange for seats with some locals. The majority, however, left with regret.

And most people.

Most people left with a sense of regret.

Lingyun continued undeterred by wind or rain, maintaining a pace of eight portions every six minutes without slowing down at all, just like a seasoned long-distance runner who precisely managed his pace.

Because he came from the special forces.

Tiger is also very sensitive to time.

After running back and forth for an hour, he gradually realized that Lingyun's rhythm never became chaotic.

What a terrifying guy!

I was initially worried that you might be emotionally unstable.

I never expected that you could remain calm after experiencing so many twists and turns on your first night setting up your stall.

Tiger grinned, revealing a set of white teeth:

It seems that the next hurdle won't be too difficult for you.

What a fine lad!

Wen Chong... that idiot... lost the best chance to come into contact with the world's top level and the truth of the world.

The food trucks gradually got back on track.

Diners enjoyed their meals, took photos, and posted them on social media.

Ling Yun also received an extra surprise.

Because many out-of-town guests cherish this opportunity, quite a few people will come to Lingyun's food truck after finishing their meal to take a group photo with Lingyun.

As the most basic form of politeness.

At this point, they will often add a word of praise.

As the data on completing the task continued to rise, Ling Yun suppressed his excitement so as not to disrupt his cooking rhythm.

78……79……80.

System activation task.

It quickly reached the last ten.

Ling Yun looked up at what was in front of him.

It was already past eleven o'clock, and the line was getting shorter and shorter, now numbering less than ten people.

He sighed inwardly with regret.

Based on an average of more than two points, he only has about twenty chances left.

Even if he receives a lot of praise now, it would still take at least five or six people to give him a single compliment.

It seems like we're destined not to finish today!

"Okay, stop now!"

A somewhat stern command came from outside the crowd:

"Someone reported that you put prohibited substances in your food!"

What?!

Ling Yun looked up in astonishment, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The spatula in my hand lost its rhythm for the first time, the edge of the spatula slipped, causing two of the steaks to be flipped an extra time and slightly overcooked.

He couldn't care about anything else.

He first deftly finished cooking the steak in his hand, then looked up at the policeman in front of him, his eyes filled with disbelief:

"What did you just say?"

Lingyun asked again in disbelief.

"Someone reported that you put prohibited substances in your food!"

Two policemen stood one in front of the other.

The younger men stood at the back, reached out to adjust the body camera on their shoulders, and steadily aimed the lens at Ling Yun.

The older ones stood at the front, their expressions serious.

He stretched out his hand, palm open, towards Ling Yun:

"Please show me your health certificate and business license. I also need to seal a sample of your food for testing!"

"also."

The older officer continued, "We also need to search your food truck. Please cooperate!"

"etc!"

Finally, some diners realized what was happening, and their voices erupted from the crowd.

"I've heard that some unscrupulous business owners use contraband as fuel in order to attract repeat customers."

"Idiot! That's a gas stove..."

"So... it's added directly to the food?"

Now, everyone was in an uproar.

Whispers spread rapidly through the crowd like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind, and faces were filled with surprise, fear, and disbelief.

His culinary skills... were they achieved by using contraband?

The more they thought about it, the more frightened they became!

The Chinese people will never allow the existence of contraband!