Food: Randomly set up stalls, even the little guy is drooling.

Parallel world, Xia Kingdom.

Monday morning at 6:50, at the gate of Yingcai Primary School.

When Lu Feng arrived on his old electric scooter, the place was already packed with breakfast stalls.

Steam rose from the stacked towers of steamers, while golden-brown fried dough sticks tumbled and puffed in the oil next door, and pancakes sizzled on the griddle. Rice balls, sandwiches, soy milk and tofu pudding... each stall had its own fixed spot, a breakfast scene that had remained unchanged for nearly two years.

Lu Feng parked his electric scooter, placed the insulated box on the ground, and opened the folding stool. Immediately, pairs of scrutinizing eyes looked over.

Lu Feng knew this was a silent protest against the encroachment on the territory of the surrounding vendors. The total number of students at Yingcai Primary School remained constant; every additional vendor taking away business lowered the average income.

He could only pretend not to see it, take out a piece of handwritten A4 paper from the insulated box, and stick it on the box.

White background with black lettering that reads "Spicy Chicken Noodles".

"Selling spicy chicken noodles so early in the morning?" The uncle frying dough sticks next to Lu Feng seemed to be talking to himself, but he couldn't help asking the grandma selling soy milk across the street, "Are you sure you didn't come at the wrong time?"

Recently, spicy chicken noodles have become a new hot item for kids after school, but buying them in the morning is something we've never seen before.

The grandma selling soy milk shook her head, "What a waste, feeding the kids such spicy stuff so early in the morning."

A mother and her child happened to be passing by. The child licked his lips as he looked at the spicy noodles. His mother frowned, pulled the child away quickly, and said, "You can't eat spicy food so early in the morning, it'll upset your stomach."

They spoke quite loudly and made quite a lot of sense. Lu Feng gave a wry smile, thinking to himself, "System, oh system, you've really screwed me over."

There was a screen of light in front of him that others could not see:

[Master Chef System, Randomly Available Stalls]

[This week's task: Sell 50 servings of spicy chicken noodles (priced at 3 yuan each) at Yingcai Primary School every morning from 7-8 am.]

[Task Reward: 1 RMB cash, 1 Mystery Recipe]

Last week, he suddenly acquired this God of Cookery system, opened the newbie gift pack, and obtained an S-level turkey noodle recipe, a high-tech insulated box, and received this unconventional mission.

Although it was a bit strange to sell spicy chicken noodles so early in the morning, and making spicy chicken noodles required getting up before five o'clock, Lu Feng accepted the task without hesitation, simply because the reward was a full ten thousand yuan!

He, a college graduate who was unemployed immediately after graduation, had never seen so much money before.

We have to sell!

He was initially full of confidence in this S-level recipe, but after about twenty minutes, parents passing by with their children kept their distance from him.

Lu Feng muttered to himself, "Oh no, what if I can't sell them? If so, I'll be losing fifty every day."

At 7:20, a boy carrying an Ultraman backpack strolled over. He looked around and, finding nothing he wanted to eat, sighed. Just as he reached the fried dough stick stall, he smelled an aroma unlike any he'd ever had before.

"It smells so good." He turned his head and saw Lu Feng and the insulated box next to him.

The boy took two steps up to Lu Feng, sniffed the air, and asked, "Boss, is this spicy chicken noodle soup any good?"

"What do you mean by 'proper' or 'improper'?" Even though everyone was speaking Chinese, Lu Feng couldn't understand what the boy was saying.

The boy stared at the three characters on the signboard and said, "I've eaten at at least five different spicy chicken noodle shops, and this is the first time I've ever seen one that smells this good! I mean, did you use some kind of secret technology?"

"I made this sauce myself." Lu Feng suddenly realized, quickly opened the insulated box, took out a container, and said, "Only three pieces."

Through the transparent packaging box, the boy saw that the noodles were steaming slightly, each one evenly coated with a deep red sauce, with half a soft-boiled egg and two slices of cucumber as garnish, making it look very tempting.

The boy swallowed hard. This spicy chicken noodle soup not only smelled better than he had ever smelled before, but it also looked more appetizing. He took out three pieces and handed them to Lu Feng, then took the noodles, picked them up with his chopsticks, and stuffed them into his mouth.

Lu Feng stared nervously at the boy. He had tried it himself, but had never let anyone else taste it, so he was always a little uneasy.

The boy took two bites and then stopped.

Lu Feng's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that my sense of taste is different from this kid's, and I put it too salty?

The boy suddenly looked up, his eyes wide as he stared at Lu Feng. He quickly finished the noodles in his mouth, then grabbed another mouthful with his chopsticks and stuffed it in, muttering indistinctly as he chewed, "Damn! Boss, this noodle dish... it's got something special!"

Lu Feng tentatively asked, "Is it good?"

The serving of noodles wasn't much, and the boy finished it in just a few bites. Seeing that there were still a few bits of noodles left in the box, he simply picked up the box and poured them into his mouth.

"Wrapped! Wow, the texture, the seasoning, not spicy but incredibly delicious, absolutely amazing!" The boy licked his lips, feeling that one serving wasn't enough.

His eyes darted around, and he leaned closer with a mysterious look. "Boss, did you only just open for business now?"

Lu Feng gave a wry smile. These kids these days have such sharp eyes. To be honest, he said, "You're the first one."

"I knew it!" The boy slapped his thigh and clicked his tongue. "Your spot is sandwiched between two stalls, too far back. I didn't even see you! And your product description? Just 'Spicy Chicken Noodles'?"

"Don't you know that all the spicy chicken noodles sold near our school are spicy? How would anyone know yours isn't spicy?"

He continued, feigning maturity, "This won't do! Even the best wine needs advertising. If your noodles were bad, fine, but they're so delicious, isn't this a complete waste?"

Lu Feng was rendered speechless by a child's scolding.

"How about this," the boy suggested, "I don't have enough money on me, so let's work together. I'll help you attract customers, and if we sell ten servings, you give me one free, how about that?"

Lu Feng stared at him blankly.

"Don't look at me like that. Um, this is called...resource integration." The boy tried hard to recall something. "Your spicy chicken noodles are called a product, and me bringing you customers is called a channel."

Lu Feng finally realized that this guy in front of him was greedy but broke and wanted to get something for free!

However, isn't customer traffic exactly what he wants? If the system didn't require him to price at market price, he would sell it for one yuan.

"Are you sure you can get someone to come and buy it?" Lu Feng asked, somewhat doubtful.

The boy smiled slyly, "Heh heh, we fourth graders have a little group chat, and I'm one of the administrators. There are over two hundred people in the group, and if I send a message, at least a dozen will show up."

"Okay." Lu Feng looked at the "business prodigy" in front of him, who looked to be only ten years old, and said with a smile, "As long as you call people over, I'll give you one free for every five you sell, and another bottle of milk for every ten you sell."

"Deal!" The boy's eyes lit up. "Don't lie to kids!"

With that, the boy raised his little smartwatch, tapped a few times to bring up a group chat, and pressed the voice button, saying, "Guess what I found! A new turkey noodle stall opened near the school gate, right next to the fried dough stick stall. It's amazing! Not only is it not spicy, it's incredibly delicious!"

After saying that, he pressed send and sent another message: "Limited supply, if it's not delicious, I'm your grandson!"

The boy looked up, winked triumphantly at Lu Feng, and said, "Three minutes, and I'll show you a miracle."