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

Li Manwu is the owner of a dance and fitness center.

She was once dumped by her ex-boyfriend because she was too fat, and she vowed never to be looked down upon for being too fat again.

After graduation, she relied entirely on her own efforts, along with her parents' modest investment, to seize an opportunity and successfully start her own business.

In just three or four years, she founded the largest fitness center in the western part of the city and gained a large number of loyal members.

In her little corner of the world, this is the domain of the weight loss community!

She stood in her office, squinting through the glass window at the fried chicken stall not far away.

I thought loyal members would resist on their own, but one by one they succumbed.

Is this despicable street vendor trying to destroy the foundation of her weight loss group? No, she will never allow it!

She had to take action.

Li Manwu arrived at the fried chicken stall with an unfriendly expression, just about to start scolding him.

"Can you not cut in line?" The voice came from behind Li Manwu.

She turned her head and saw that, good heavens, she had been so focused on the food stall that she had forgotten there was already a long queue.

She was just about to explain that she hadn't come to buy chicken cutlets.

The stares of the people in line left her no room for explanation.

She had no choice but to slink to the back of the crowd, thinking, "I'm a cultured entrepreneur! A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan!"

To be honest, this fried chicken cutlet smells amazing. Li Manwu took a deep breath. She had eaten this sinful thing before, and it was one of the culprits that made her gain weight!

No wonder it attracts her members; this fragrance is truly irresistible without a certain level of self-control.

Her sharp gaze fell upon the fried chicken vendor. What a pity you've met me, a person of extraordinary composure.

Lu Feng was focused on frying chicken cutlets when he suddenly felt a chill. Hiss, even in such a hot oil fryer, he could still feel such a strong sense of resentment.

This little bit of resentment won't affect a real chef.

Even if I'm just frying chicken cutlets, whether I'm making fancy dishes or just running a roadside stall, as long as I have a firm belief and dedication to cooking, I am a true chef... apprentice.

Looking at it this way, selling spicy chicken noodles is simpler, since they're all pre-made products. Unlike fried chicken cutlets, even with the system providing near-perfect semi-finished products, where all you need to do before selling is prepare the sauce, selling them still requires mastering the control of oil temperature and cooking time.

No wonder that even though the business is not as booming as the spicy chicken noodles, there are already long queues of more than a dozen people.

Finally, it was Li Manwu's turn. Smelling the enticing aroma so close at hand, she firmly said to Lu Feng, "Sir, setting up stalls here is not allowed!"

This is the third one today. Lu Feng sighed helplessly and was just about to explain.

"You think you can just ban us from setting up stalls like that? I've been eating here for years, and the stalls next to me have been doing it for years."

"Exactly, they're taking advantage of the boss's honesty. If you're not going to buy, then move aside; it's finally my turn."

Damn it, have these members been completely bewitched? Li Manwu knew that her only chance was probably to point out the problem with the food.

She quickly scanned the unassuming stall with her eyes: a clean counter, chicken cutlets gleaming like gold, a bright red sheen, a spicy sauce that whets the appetite with just a whiff, and that damned aroma of chicken cutlets that makes your mouth water.

Looking at the yet another fierce-looking beauty in front of him, Lu Feng had no choice but to say, "Would you like to try it? The samples are free."

Li Manwu felt utterly humiliated. Did I look like someone who couldn't afford chicken cutlet?

She snapped, "No need to try, just give me one."

"Sizzle." The young vendor carefully placed a chicken cutlet into the oil, his skillful touch preventing any oil splattering. She thought to herself, "He's paying great attention to detail, but it's no use."

The chicken cutlets in Lufeng are thinner than those elsewhere, but they still need to be fried for almost three minutes. He leisurely picked out another piece that had already been put into the oil, frying each piece with exceptional precision. Only after the oil had drained did he ask, "What level of spiciness can you handle?"

Li Manwu was amazed by his technique before she realized what he meant and said, "Just a little spicy is fine."

"Swish swish swish." The bright red chili sauce was evenly spread on the chicken cutlet. Li Manwu clearly remembered that the chicken cutlets she had eaten before were always just casually scrambled in.

This is so damn beautiful! Li Manwu took the fried chicken cutlet, which was still slightly warm in her hand.

But the unique aroma of the fried chicken cutlet combined with the spicy flavor of the chili sauce urged her on, as if a voice was shouting in her ear, "Eat! Eat!"

The sound grew more and more urgent, causing her to abandon her thoughts and take a bite.

The taste buds burst with flavor in your mouth.

The perfect balance of spiciness stimulated her tongue, making her unable to resist chewing. The crispy outer shell was so thin that it broke apart with a single bite, and the tender chicken was full of elasticity. Even at extremely high oil temperatures, it did not become dry.

Yes, it must be a unique hammering and preparation method to achieve such a harmonious taste.

If I had eaten fried chicken like this back then, would I still be so insecure that I wanted to lose weight? Li Manwu thought to herself, I am who I am, why should I care about my so-called ex-boyfriend's opinion!

The customers behind her initially wanted her to move aside, but when they saw her crying while eating a chicken cutlet, they were stunned. She cried while eating a chicken cutlet; how much did she crave it?

Fortunately, Lu Feng gave a signal, and the line moved to the side without disturbing Li Manwu, who was engrossed in her fried chicken.

After a long while, Li Manwu wiped away her tears. She realized that her prejudice against the fried chicken shop owner was prejudice. Her love for fitness was her love, and her love for fried chicken was also her love. These were not contradictory.

Replace excess calories with more exercise! Fitness and delicious food—who says you can't have both!

She said firmly, "Boss, another one!"

The customer behind yelled, "Get in line!"

"Okay." Li Manyu suppressed the urge to eat a second serving and returned to the gym. It wasn't that she truly suppressed it, but rather that there was very little fried chicken left.

As luck would have it, I ran into Wang Jia at the gate and we exchanged greetings.

Wang Jia responded with a smile, but as soon as she reached the gate, her smile vanished, leaving her completely stunned.

When I came up, didn't I say that no one was taking care of the business?

What's going on here?

When she got to the fried chicken snack cart, Lu Feng was already packing up. All 110 servings of chicken cutlets, minus the samples, were sold out.

[Weekly task, completed on day 1 (105/100).]

"Oh dear, it's Teacher Wang." Lu Feng saw Wang Jia and slapped his forehead in annoyance. "I forgot to save a copy for you."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm actually not hungry." Wang Jia was too embarrassed to admit that she had been waiting to eat, so she replied, "Boss Lu, I didn't expect your fried chicken cutlets to sell so well."

"It's all thanks to everyone's support," Lu Feng said somewhat embarrassed.

A few meters away, Yang Yuyan and her companions were completely dumbfounded by the sight of the other four stalls.