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

Lu Feng was initially skeptical, but to his surprise, the first kid came running over in less than three minutes.

The burly little boy ran over, panting, "Zhang Zixuan, really? They sell spicy chicken noodles in the morning?"

Kid Zhang Zixuan gestured towards the insulated box in Lufeng, "This is it, try it yourself."

"If it's not good, wait until you call me grandpa." The burly little boy seemed to trust Zhang Zixuan a lot, and without saying a word, he took out his money. "Boss, one serving, please!"

As soon as he got it, he opened the box, rolled up a piece of noodles, and stuffed it into his mouth. After just one bite, his eyes widened.

Zhang Zixuan had been waiting for this moment. "I'm asking you, how are you?!"

"Holy crap, what kind of divine ramen is this?!" The burly kid finished his bowl in a few bites, still wanting more, and then pulled out some money to hand to Lu Feng, "Boss, another one!"

Before long, a second, a third... In ten minutes, four or five elementary school students came running over.

A group of children were squatting in front of a noodle stall in Lufeng, eating noodles, constantly exclaiming, "This is amazing!" or "This is so delicious!"

This attracted the attention of other passersby.

A parent was taking their child to buy steamed buns when the child pointed over and said, "Mom, I want to eat spicy chicken noodles."

"Eating this in the morning will give you an upset stomach."

"No, I want to eat it! Zhang Zixuan said it's not spicy!"

The parents couldn't resist and bought one too. The child took a bite, their eyes practically shining, and then grabbed a handful with their chopsticks and tried to feed it to their parent, exclaiming, "It's so delicious, Mom, you should try some... Hey, don't eat so much!"

The parent took a bite with some skepticism and was stunned. She had thought the kids were exaggerating, but it was unexpectedly delicious. "Tch, who's going to take it from you?"

He turned to Lu Feng and said, "Boss, another one, please."

Parental approval +1.

More and more primary school students ran over and lined up in front of the stall.

"Boss, I'll have one!"

"Me too!"

Zhang Zixuan excitedly counted the people, "Boss, boss, I've brought ten people!"

Lu Feng chuckled and handed over a box of spicy chicken noodles, a bottle of milk that he had originally intended to drink himself, and three yuan.

"Two portions should be enough to fill you up, I'll give you your money back."

Zhang Zixuan gave a thumbs up, "Boss, you're the best."

After finishing his spicy chicken noodles, he inserted a straw, took a big gulp of milk, and stood aside watching Lu Feng continue doing business. "Boss, this little bit of noodles isn't even enough for us to buy. I bet your business will be even better tomorrow. Remember to save me a portion."

Lu Feng chuckled and said, "Thank you for your kind words. I should thank you for helping me get things started. I'll send you another one tomorrow."

"It's settled!" Zhang Zixuan gave Lu Feng a high five, then glanced at the time and realized it was almost time for class. He waved goodbye to Lu Feng, "I have to go to class now, bye-bye, boss."

With so many customers, not only elementary school students, but even teachers have come to buy things out of curiosity.

Wang Jia is a new teacher at Yingcai Primary School. She was on duty at the school gate in the morning when she saw a group of children gathered together, so she went over to see what was going on.

As soon as she stepped forward, she smelled a delicious aroma. Seeing the children eating with their mouths full of oil and their faces full of happiness, her own appetite was whetted.

She is also a devout food lover, even though she is still on a diet.

She told herself, "Just give it a try; a bowl of spicy noodles isn't much."

It was her turn. Lu Feng handed her a bowl of noodles, the bright red sauce coating every strand, making it incredibly appetizing. This was completely different from the spicy chicken noodles she had eaten before.

She picked up a few and put them in her mouth.

The next second, her eyes widened as well.

It doesn't have the heart-burning sensation of spicy chicken noodles, but rather a rich and multi-layered flavor. First, there's a gentle sweetness, like the subtle sweetness of some kind of jam, followed by a rich savory sauce aroma that makes your taste buds bloom directly on your tongue. Finally, there's a satisfying warmth and a lingering sense of comfort.

The texture of the noodles is completely different from the dry, spicy ramen sold in the market. They have a slight elasticity and a silky smooth texture when you eat them.

One bite after another, she ate it all in just a few bites, just like a student.

"Teacher Wang, is it delicious?" Only then did Wang Jia realize that her students were smiling and looking at her from behind.

She was a little embarrassed, but still nodded honestly, "It's delicious."

"Teacher, you think it's delicious too, right?" the student shouted excitedly. "Mom, I want to buy this! Teacher Wang said it's delicious, and it's not spicy at all!"

Lu Feng's business experienced another mini-boom. The spicy chicken noodles that he thought wouldn't sell quickly disappeared from the insulated box, one box after another. He didn't even need to open or close the box anymore; he only needed to collect money and hand over the noodles. The small money basket was soon full of change.

Business in Lufeng improved, but several neighboring businesses suffered.

As it approached eight o'clock, there were no more students at the school gate. The owners of other breakfast stalls also had some free time, and those who knew each other started chatting.

"Does this spicy chicken noodle soup sell better in the morning than in the afternoon?"

"I've been selling here for so many years, and no one has ever lined up with me."

"Is it really that delicious?" The man selling fried dough sticks has been selling them at this door for six or seven years. His fried dough sticks are crispy and crunchy, and have always been a popular item among children.

What he couldn't stand was that several of his loyal followers were eating spicy noodles.

The more he thought about it, the more indignant he became. He walked up to Lu Feng and said, "One serving, please."

Lu Feng was counting his change when he was stunned. He thought to himself, "Seriously? Someone's going to cause trouble just because I'm selling breakfast?"

He quickly handed one to the other person.

The uncle took the box, opened the lid, and a fragrant aroma wafted out.

It smells so good, the kind of smell that makes your mouth water and makes you want to eat it.

The aroma of a bowl of spicy chicken noodles is even more enticing than my fried dough sticks? The uncle picked up a mouthful with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

He chewed slowly, letting the noodles roll around in his mouth to fully savor their taste and texture.

The other vendors watched him from afar, and saw that after he finished a bite, a satisfied smile appeared on his frowning face, and then he continued to eat bite after bite.

A serving of spicy chicken noodles wasn't much, and he finished it in a few bites. Only after he finished did he realize what was happening, tossing the box into the trash can beside him, his smile fading, and without saying a word, he turned and went back to his fried dough stick stall.

Lu Feng was completely baffled. He put away the change. He had originally prepared sixty portions, sold fifty-six, and after giving two to the kid, he only had two left. He patted his stomach. Well, he didn't need to sell anymore. Mission accomplished. He packed up and went home to eat by himself.

Lu Feng left on his electric scooter.

"How is it?" Grandma Soy Milk couldn't help but ask, and the others also leaned in to listen.

The man selling fried dough sticks sighed, "Since Zhou Yu exists... cough cough, this young man's skills are truly extraordinary."

Grandma Soy Milk said, "What's so special about a bowl of spicy chicken noodles?"

"Well, how should I put it?" The man selling fried dough sticks scratched his head, "I've never eaten such delicious noodles in my entire life."

Grandma Soy Milk was stunned. The two of them had always been a well-matched team at the school gate. Most of the kids who bought fried dough sticks would also buy a cup of soy milk from her. In the past six or seven years, she had never seen him praise any other stall. She comforted him, saying, "Maybe the kids just want something new to try."

As the middle-aged man watched Lu Feng's departing figure, he murmured in a voice only he could hear, "The younger generation is truly formidable."

[Weekly task, Day 1 completed (58/50)]

Starting from the second day, increase by 10 servings each day, and so on.

Lu Feng let out a wail, "Does this mean I have to get up even earlier every day?"

I glanced at the task reward on the screen again—1 yuan—and silently recited to myself, "No pain, no gain."