Bringing my kids to set up stalls, I made thousands of people cry with envy

Chapter 472 is a bit weird...

Yang Lin opened his eyes wide, somewhat unable to believe his ears.

Is the stall that Hu Yuan mentioned the same as the stall that he imagined?

"Yes, it's what you think it is, driving a food truck or pushing a cart, setting up a stall on the side of the road."

Hu Yuan responded to Yang Lin's doubts affirmatively.

He looked at Yang Lin's shocked expression and knew that this news was quite a shock.

"what?"

Yang Lin opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief.

The mentality that I had just managed to calm down quickly collapsed again and I began to doubt my life.

Is there something wrong with this world?
It turns out that my cooking skills are far inferior to that of a roadside stall owner?

At the same time, Su Chen picked up a bottle of mineral water without a Chinese label, unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back and drank it.

After taking a few big gulps, he smacked his lips, thinking that this so-called imported mineral water tasted no different from Farmer's Three Punches.

After drinking the water, Su Chen looked at the time and remembered that he had an order to cook at home later and he couldn’t stay here too long.

So he politely said goodbye to everyone, got up and left the restaurant.

……

Here, Lu Ziyi was sitting in front of the computer editing videos with two big dark circles under her eyes.

This matter is really outrageous.

In fact, she had already sorted out all the materials last night and then started editing.

Originally, she thought she could finish editing the video in one go, stay up all night, and release it directly the next day.

However, when she started editing footage of Su Chen cooking and clips of herself tasting delicious food, she almost went crazy.

Every time at the beginning of the video, when the tempting pickled fish and fragrant shredded potatoes appeared on the screen, Lu Ziyi's saliva would be secreted uncontrollably and she couldn't stop it.

It felt like the aroma of the food was actually floating out of the computer screen, which was really torturous for her.

By two o'clock in the morning, Lu Ziyi could no longer endure this torture.

She felt her stomach was protesting, so she had no choice but to open the food delivery app, found a restaurant that was still open in the early morning, and ordered the same pickled fish and shredded potatoes.

After waiting for a long time for the takeaway to be delivered, Lu Ziyi took a bite and couldn't help but make a "Puh" sound and spit it out with a look of disgust on her face.

What the hell! It tastes terrible!

Lu Ziyi was going crazy because she had been to this restaurant twice before and thought that although the taste was not amazing, it was generally good and could be considered a relatively reliable restaurant.

But this time it was particularly unpalatable, the taste was so bad that she couldn't bear it.

She was obviously craving the delicious food in the video and her stomach was growling with hunger, but she couldn't even eat a bite of the takeaway in front of her.

To put it simply, the dishes cooked by Su Chen have made her taste buds picky.

At this moment, she truly felt that if these two dishes were not cooked by Chef Su himself in the future, she would probably be completely cut off from them.

In comparison, similar dishes made by other chefs pale in comparison and fail to arouse her appetite at all.

After all the hard work last night, I still couldn't edit the video.

Lu Ziyi was filled with anger. He climbed onto the bed with a lot of anger and fell asleep in a daze.

Early the next morning, she sat in front of the computer again despite being exhausted and continued the unfinished editing work.

After some effort, she finally finished editing the video. Lu Ziyi did not hesitate to click publish, and then fell on the bed, intending to catch up on her sleep. Before going to bed, she was still secretly thinking in her mind that when she woke up, she would contact Master Su and ask him to come to her house to cook for her again.

It's half past ten in the morning.

Mao Yiheng, who was secretly fishing at his workstation, suddenly saw an eye-catching reminder pop up on his mobile phone screen.

"The UP host you follow, 'Ayi is here', just updated a video: "Master, what do you do? Cooks are so crazy these days?""

When Mao Yiheng saw this reminder, he clicked on it and began to watch it with interest.

At this moment, the beginning of the video.

Lu Ziyi was holding a diary in her hand and said that she had found a chef who could open locks and come to her home to cook.

Mao Yiheng listened and couldn't help laughing out loud on the spot.

"A cook who can pick locks? That's a pretty weird combination."

By the way, Mao Yiheng’s father is a locksmith.

The old man was also a famous lock-picking expert in the surrounding villages.

In the early years, the old man had been looking forward to having Mao Yiheng follow in his footsteps and pass on the craft.

But Mao Yiheng never inherited his father's dexterous hands.

Moreover, he really didn't like the work model of running around outside every day, so he finally gave up the idea.

However, since he grew up with his father, Mao Yiheng has been more or less exposed to some of the lock-picking stuff and is relatively clear about the tricks involved.

When he saw the chef who could pick locks mentioned in the video, his first reaction was that this might just be a gimmick to attract attention.

With this thought in mind, he paused the video, zoomed in, and took a closer look at the padlock that appeared in the video.

He felt that this lock would require some real lock picking skills to unlock.

Mao Yiheng became very curious, and in order to see as quickly as possible what happened to the lock, he adjusted the speed of the video.

The video continued to play smoothly and soon reached the part where Su Chen unlocked the lock.

The camera focused on Su Chen's hand, giving an extremely clear close-up.

In the video, two fingers were seen pinching a thin wire and gently shaking it twice.

In the blink of an eye, the padlock made a crisp "click" sound, the lock tongue popped out, and the padlock opened easily.

The whole process was completed in one go, probably taking only two or three seconds, so fast that people had almost no time to react.

Mao Yiheng's eyes suddenly widened, his face full of shock.

Isn't this too easy?
If he had not watched lock-opening scenes countless times with his father since he was a child and had not been quite clear about the states of a lock being opened and not opened, he would almost have suspected that this shot was deliberately staged!

The more Mao Yiheng thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed. He couldn't help but quickly record the scene and sent it to his father via the chat app.

A message was also attached asking: "Dad, what do you think of this lock picking level?"

After sending the message, he waited for his father's reply.

Soon, a message came from Mao Yiheng's father.

"This is a level that your father and I will never be able to reach in our lifetime. This man's lock picking skills are amazing!"

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(End of this chapter)