Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

Chapter 34: Is this the difference between a second-generation rich kid and a first-generation entre

"Are you an idiot? I just went home to pick someone up, and you've already shut down the shop? And you've gotten beaten up like a pig's head?"

While Lingyun was talking to the three people by the food truck, Zhou Meimei, with her cousin, stepped into the dilapidated Wenji shop.

She reached out and pinched Wen Chong's chin, twisting it left and right as if examining a pile of stale pork. She looked at the wound, then disgustedly let go and wiped it on the hem of her clothes.

"It's not my fault! You're the one who asked me to get his spices!"

Wen Chong stared at the seal on the door, opened his mouth, and finally let out a muffled sigh.

Zhou Meimei kicked him in annoyance, the tip of her shoe hitting his shin:

"Alright, thankfully it's only three days. Let's hurry up and pack. I brought my cousin over; let's recreate the steak first!"

She gave her cousin a look.

My cousin understood immediately, put down his luggage, and went into the kitchen.

He quickly checked around and soon pulled out a large amount of pork from deep inside the freezer, piling it up on the cutting board.

Zhou Meimei immediately knew what had happened, turned around and glared fiercely at Wen Chong:

"Why don't you change your damned ways? You can eat all this pork yourself, but bring in the beef, and do it the same way as before."

"Beautiful!"

Wen Chong said urgently, his voice tinged with panic:

"He set up a stall at the night market yesterday, and I saw many people posting on WeChat Moments saying that his steaks have improved again."

Zhou Meimei laughed upon hearing this, a hint of disdain playing on her lips:

"I told you he was hiding something. Don't worry, we already cracked his previous formula, so we can just steal some more and crack it this time."

She glanced smugly at the miniature camera in the corner of the kitchen, her chin slightly raised:

"I had you install this so you could steal his skills. There are so many online vendors that crack spice recipes; we know the process and the formula. How bad could it be?"

She crossed her arms and spoke with certainty:

"Let me tell you, chefs aren't worth much these days!"

She gestured with her chin toward the kitchen.

My cousin understood and immediately started cooking a batch.

The pork sizzled on the hot plate, releasing droplets of oil, and was quickly brought to the table. My cousin smiled and set out the knife and fork.

"Give it a try!"

Seeing his confident demeanor, Wen Chong became interested, picked up a knife and fork, stuck a piece in his mouth, and put it in his mouth.

"It tastes pretty good..."

His face lit up, and he quickly chewed a few bites, the juices overflowing between his teeth. But then he shook his head, his brows furrowing.

"No, no, it tastes similar at first, but after a few bites it's not right, it doesn't have the same kick."

"That's impossible!"

Cousin Zhou stepped forward with a frown.

He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, nodding as he chewed, quite satisfied with his own skills.

He put down his knife and fork, his tone resolute:

"The taste is fine, but it's a bit chewy, which is because of the pork!"

"that is!"

Zhou Meimei walked over confidently, her face beaming, in her high heels.

"My cousin has been grilling steaks at a chain steakhouse for three years. How could he be worse than your friend?"

She stepped forward, snatched the fork from Wen Chong's hand, picked up a piece and put it in her mouth, a hint of suspicion appearing on her originally confident face.

She used to eat Lingyun's steak often.

But my cousin's cooking skills are far inferior to Lingyun's. Even if there's a difference in the amount of meat, the crispy outside and tender inside texture just doesn't feel quite right.

It's still quite obvious.

Zhou Meimei put down her knife and fork:

"Cousin, have you gotten rusty with your cooking?"

"That's impossible."

Cousin Zhou panicked, his face turning bright red:

"I have absolutely no problem with the heat control. When I worked at the steakhouse, the head chef always praised me for my excellent heat control and always had me cook the steaks."

"Alright, it's probably about the meat."

Zhou Meimei yawned, a wave of weariness washing over her, and didn't think any further.

"Once we steal his sauce, we can put up a sign and call him a thief who stole his recipe!"

"oops!"

Cousin Zhou nodded vigorously, his face full of admiration:

"You're really good at networking, sis. I wish I had joined your group sooner."

"That's right!"

Zhou Meimei tossed her hair, the ends swaying in the light:

"Don't underestimate your current 8000, which is less than what you make at the steakhouse. Once business picks up, doubling or tripling that amount will be a breeze!"

If it's doubled or tripled, that would be between 16,000 and 24,000?

Cousin Zhou was so happy that the corners of his mouth turned up to his ears, and his eyes narrowed into slits:

"Alright! I'll follow your lead, cousin."

He rubbed his hands together with great confidence, making a rustling sound in his palms, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Alright, you get ready. Your brother-in-law and I are going to check on that kid Ling Yun."

Zhou Meimei took Wen Chong's hand and dragged him out the door.

Inside the door, Zhou's cousin picked up a broom and cheerfully began sweeping, humming an unknown tune.

Outside.

Wen Chong turned his head and glanced into the store, then leaned close to Zhou Meimei's ear and whispered:

"Are you really planning to raise the price to twenty or thirty thousand?"

Hearing the price, even the steak couldn't bear to use the warm water of beef; the pain made his face tremble, and the flesh on his cheeks quivered.

"Are you stupid?" Zhou Meimei rolled her eyes, then lifted her eyelids. "Tomorrow you draft a contract, fix his salary, write down the maximum penalty for breach of contract, and also include any fines. Don't let him do anything reckless, understand?"

"clear!"

Wen Chong's face lit up with joy.

He gave a thumbs-up, clenched his legs, and followed Zhou Meimei around, his voice distorted with laughter, sounding just like an old man:

"You're so quick-witted, Meimei!"

Zhou Meimei pointed a finger at his forehead and said irritably:

"If I didn't understand contracts, I wouldn't need you!"

"That's right, with you as my wife, if I don't get rich, who will?"

Wen Chong grabbed her hand and rubbed it against his cheek, grinning like a cat that had just stolen some fish, his eyes practically disappearing from his gaze.

The two arrived at the intersection, got into their newly bought BMW, and with a low roar from the engine, drove home.

Only Zhou's cousin was left in the shop, happily sweeping the floor.

A BMW drove across the road.

It sped past the food cart, leaving it in its dust.

……

"He Yu, I'll be getting busier and busier in the future, and I'll need more manpower. You're the vice president of the student union now, could you help me organize some people? I'll pay you fifty yuan an hour, you keep ten yuan, and give them forty yuan, is that okay?"

Lingyun explained the price clearly.

The concern was that He Yu might overdo it and cause conflict with the students.

Why give so much?

Only those who have done manual labor know how tiring it is.

The work here is truly non-stop; two people can barely keep up.

"That's all the work?" He Yu patted his chest, making a loud thud, and readily agreed, "No problem, I'm not short of money. I'll arrange two people for you every day, no problem!"

He really doesn't need that little bit of money.

Moreover, his parents had specifically instructed him to make sure he got along well with Lingyun.

That kind of dish.

You can't find this anywhere else.

Becoming one of Lingyun's own people and being able to eat this kind of dish first here is his greatest gain.

"Okay then."

Ling Yun nodded, then turned to Li He: "I'll give you a base salary of five thousand a month, and 30% of your video earnings will remain. Good luck!"

Li He has to get up early in the morning to accompany her to buy things and take photos.

I still need to edit this afternoon.

We also have to film and edit at night.

Even if you cut out the hard work of serving the food, it's still very tiring.

"Um."

Li He nodded, her eyes slightly reddening.

Her original collaboration didn't mention a base salary, but now that Lingyun is willing to pay it, she feels she deserves it and will work hard in the future.

She was precocious from a young age.

Knowing how rare it is to find a boss who takes the initiative to give you a raise, I was deeply moved and felt a thrill of having my hard work recognized.

Ling Yun looked at Zhang Moli at the end, a rare hint of nervousness in his eyes.

The first two had something in mind, so he wasn't worried, but she just happened to come by accident.

On several subsequent occasions, he volunteered to stay and help.

This not only proves her good luck, but also demonstrates her kindness and reliability.

Lingyun needs both of these.

Moreover, she has an even more crucial quality: she is willing to study cooking.

Given Lingyun's current situation.

Developing new dishes will likely become a regular occurrence in the future.

Even if the food truck's abilities are activated, luck is truly an uncontrollable factor.

Lingyun had a feeling.

Keeping her is like keeping a glimpse of God's gaze.

He didn't believe in this kind of self-awareness at first.

But the strangeness of this world made him start to care.

Moreover, his current situation is quite awkward.

He has a master steak chef, but he's basically a beginner when it comes to other dishes.

Asking others for advice is pointless; experts won't easily pass on their knowledge, and those with poor skills won't be able to help him either. It's better to find someone lucky who can actually help his thinking.

For her.

Ling Yun could only think of one solution: "Why don't you stay and help me research cooking techniques? I need someone to discuss things with, and you can also help me check the accounts tonight..."

"I can't do it."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Moli waved her hands repeatedly, her palms waving in front of her like she was shooing away flies.

"Ten thousand per month."

"My good luck really can't be relied on..." Her voice trailed off.

"Twenty thousand per month."

A hint of hesitation flashed in Zhang Moli's eyes. Her lips moved, but she ultimately shook her head: "I have no experience in settling accounts."

"Thirty thousand per month!"

Ling Yun continued, offering an additional 30,000 for each new god-level item researched!

The surroundings were completely silent; even breathing was quiet.

Zhang Moli's eyes widened, her pupils trembling slightly. She simply couldn't bring herself to refuse the number she had calculated in her mind.

But she wasn't the one who was most shocked.

It is He Yu.

As a second-generation rich kid carefully cultivated by his family, he is the most sensitive to money among them.

Thirty thousand and thirty thousand again.

For every additional 10,000 in the previous number, it becomes equivalent to an annual salary of 120,000.

The 30,000 mentioned later is a high commission that piques interest.

He grinned and gave a silent, bitter smile.

He knew Ling Yun's family background very well; he was an orphan with no connections whatsoever.

Everyone knew this when he was at the Wenchong shop.

Seeing him speak to Zhang Moli, and recalling his own offer to poach Ling Yun with an annual salary of 200,000 yuan and variable commission, it all seemed like a joke.

This is Chef Ling.

His courage was several times greater than his.

He was even having trouble distinguishing between the two, one of them being the rich kid.

Or.

Is this the difference between the second generation of rich kids and the first generation of entrepreneurs?

Successful people... are indeed quite special...

What do you think?

Ling Yun's gaze remained fixed on Zhang Moli, calm and focused.

The stakes are very high.

How to divide it is an art.

Lingyun didn't understand the art of profit; he only knew that if you want to take something, you must first give it.