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

Amei, who sells fruit and vegetable juice, looked incredulous, her voice trembling, "Sister Yuyan, he... he closed up shop early?"

Yang Yuyan said speechlessly, "Otherwise what?"

She wasn't as calm as she had imagined, especially when she thought about how, just two hours earlier, she had taken it upon herself to go over and give someone what she thought was a friendly suggestion, and her face turned completely red.

Ah Mei said, "Wow, this is like the sun rising in the west. This has never happened before."

"Yeah, let alone selling out, we can't even sell any more. Those guys just now, they were obviously here to cause trouble, but somehow they suddenly bought some and started eating, like they were bewitched," Sister Liu, who makes sandwiches, chimed in.

"I didn't expect that we wouldn't be sold out yet." Yang Yuyan was also a little helpless. Today's business was affected by fried chicken cutlets. Logically speaking, their customer groups are different, but these people suddenly stopped eating light meals and started eating fried chicken cutlets instead. Who would believe it if I told them?

"But..." Amei said, smelling the fragrance in the air, "I've been smelling it all night, and I really want to try it."

Amei could only dream about it; Lu Feng couldn't hear their gossip.

As he walked back, he pondered that it had taken him more than two hours to sell 100 servings of chicken cutlets today. What would he do if he increased it to 200 servings by Friday? The system's progress bar showed that his chicken cutlet frying proficiency was still at the minor proficiency level (110/1000).

Currently, he can fry two chicken cutlets simultaneously while maintaining precise timing. How to speed things up without compromising the quality of the chicken cutlets is something that can only be achieved by mastering the art of frying chicken cutlets.

Lu Feng's expression was resolute as he prepared to stay up all night to improve his proficiency.

He had once read a book that said, "A life of extraordinary success is nothing more than the culmination of years of hard work; behind the glamour lies unseen effort."

After Lu Feng finished tallying the orders for spicy chicken noodles from the penguin group, he felt sleepy.

Yes, others accumulate knowledge and experience before unleashing their potential. I also need a deep sleep to support my energy for tomorrow. Thinking this, he fell asleep.

The next day, after selling all the spicy chicken noodles, Lu Feng slapped his forehead and regretfully continued frying chicken cutlets in the house. Of course, part of the reason he rested was that mechanically frying chicken cutlets would only increase his proficiency by +1, but if he tried with care, he could achieve +10, +5.

Through continuous experimentation, he also gained a better understanding of the key points in the recipes.

When he reappeared at the gym entrance, unsurprisingly, the fried chicken business was even better.

In the following days, people like Lin Xueqing became loyal fans after only eating there three times. She would rush over as soon as she arrived at the gym, saying, "Boss, I'd like to order a chicken cutlet. I've already scanned the code!"

Xiao Jie, Xiao Jie's best friend, looked at this hypocritical woman with disdain and shouted, "Boss, I scanned it too, don't forget!"

Lu Feng listened blankly as his phone kept repeating the same voice prompts.

"Green bubble credited to your account, 10 yuan."

It feels so familiar. I haven't even started selling them yet, and these chicken cutlets already have their own owners.

Of course, it's undeniable that some people love to eat it, while others don't.

When the short-haired girl who initially dissuaded Lu Feng from going there passed by again, she said to the girl with the ponytail, "I, Jiang Libai, would rather starve to death or jump off this building than eat a single bite of fried chicken! Do you believe me?"

The woman with the ponytail nodded and said, "I believe you, I absolutely believe you. If you don't eat, I will. Boss, I've scanned the code."

At the same time, the penguin group was constantly beeping.

"Kid A: Day N of craving extra spicy ramen!"

"My favorite is the 'Nian Douzi' (a type of fermented soybean): +1. Does anyone in my family understand? I was too lazy to eat it this weekend, and I haven't had it since!"

"Shang Qianqian: If you don't want the original flavor, you don't have to eat it. This is outrageous! We couldn't even order it this morning! I strongly request that each person be limited to one serving!"

"Kid Brother B: @My Favorite Beans, those two spicy noodle shops are back."

"My favorite is Neidouzi: @Xingze2.0, bro, don't mention me, (￣Q￣)╯, those who haven't eaten shit can give it a try."

"Zhang Zixuan (Administrator): Bros. Guess what I found! (Attached image)"

Zhang Zixuan posted a picture in the group chat. It was a bit blurry because it was dark, but it showed someone selling fried chicken cutlets. Although the person was quite far away, the kid in the group recognized him immediately.

Kid A: Traitor!!!

"Shang Qianqian: @Lu Feng, Boss Lu, you're inhuman! I waited and waited at the school gate, and you actually went somewhere else!"

Zhang Zixuan quietly posted another picture, with a clear theme: fried chicken cutlet.

"My favorite is peas: I'll blanch them, they look delicious! Send me the address! Now!"

Then there's a bunch of +1s.

"Zhang Zixuan (Administrator): Wumei Fitness Center, I suggest you come again tomorrow. I just took a picture and it's my last one left."

The group chat was immediately flooded with various "rebellious son", "report", and "five-minute breakup" emojis.

Another round of follow-up questions: "So how delicious is it?"

"Teacher Wang: It's so delicious! I only had it on Tuesday."

Shang Qianqian: Fine, fine, fine! Teacher Wang, you're the real traitor! You ate it on Tuesday without telling your favorite student!

Wang Jia stared at the screen, silently finished her daily serving of fried chicken, and thought to herself, "Oh no, with these kids around, I won't be able to eat fried chicken every day. I'll have to get up even earlier tomorrow."

Early Friday morning, Lu Feng rode his beat-up electric scooter to the gate of Yingcai Primary School.

He was greeted by resentful stares from the younger children.

Last night, when he checked the orders, he saw a lot of resentment in the group chat, and he already felt that something was wrong.

He still came despite his reluctance; he still had to earn money. Besides, it's not my fault. Is it that I don't want to talk about it? No, it's that the system won't allow advertising.

A group of elementary school students were furious when they saw Lu Feng.

"Boss Lu, I trusted you so much!"

"No wonder they stopped selling in the afternoon! They had other important guests and forgot about us, their humble friends."

A young boy recited poems, some of which were incomprehensible to most: "Only the laughter of the new bride is seen, but the weeping of the old is heard." "The old heart changes so easily, yet people say it is the old heart that is fickle."

"I'm not developing a new snack; my skills aren't quite there yet. I'm just testing the waters in other places," Lu Feng quickly changed the subject. "Spicy chicken noodles, we're selling spicy chicken noodles now! Do you still want some?"

A young boy said fiercely, "Eat! Why aren't you eating!"

A kid even shouted, "Boss Lu, you have to atone for your sins! I'll buy chicken cutlets after I finish my homework tonight, save me one!"

One of the younger girls sighed wistfully, "Waaah, I want to eat chicken cutlet too! My mom probably won't let me."

Lu Feng nodded in agreement, "Okay, okay, I'll save the group chat entry for you guys."

After dealing with a group of elementary school students, Lu Feng received a phone call. There weren't many people who would call him, but Fang Yuan was one of them—a high school friend who had attended university together in Xingcheng and had now joined a small food testing company after graduation.

Lu Feng asked, "Brother Yuan, is the matter you helped me with settled?"

The other party said, "That's exactly what I wanted to tell you. Sigh, I made a wasted trip yesterday afternoon; they said the order wouldn't be ready until later today. Don't worry, I'll pick it up this afternoon!"

Lu Feng didn't mind. "Okay! See you at 6 pm today, I'll treat you to fried chicken!"

"Leave it to me! I'll definitely be there tonight!"

Teacher Wang Jia, having received her daily serving of spicy chicken noodles, walked into Yingcai Primary School with a satisfied expression.

Although she was a new teacher, she was assigned to the fourth grade. She returned to her desk but hadn't even sat down yet.

She then heard Zhang Qian, the Chinese language teacher, chuckle and say, "Let me tell you something interesting."