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

Isn't this the kid from that day?

Liang Tao rushed forward and grabbed the back seat of Zhang Zixuan's bicycle.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Zixuan was startled and turned around impatiently.

He was a little surprised to see Liang Tao. "Oh? The uncle who bought the chicken cutlet yesterday?"

Liang Tao thought to himself, "I hate it when people call me old." But he didn't have time to dwell on that right now. He forced a gentle smile and said, "Little friend, I see you seem to know the fried chicken vendor quite well. Do you have his contact information? Do you know why he didn't come today?"

"You mean Boss Lu? We're not that close. We do have each other's contact information; we're in the same QQ group." Zhang Zixuan scratched his head. "But you'd better not get your hopes up."

Upon hearing that there was a chance, Liang Tao quickly asked, "Can we tag him in the group chat? Quickly, help me ask him if he's coming today!"

Zhang Zixuan picked up his phone watch, opened the QQ group, and showed the screen directly to Liang Tao.

Liang Tao quickly scrolled through the text, but the more he read, the faint flame of hope that had just risen in his heart dimmed a little.

The penguin colony was already in an uproar.

Since last night, people have been tagging Lufeng.

"My Favorite Beans: @Lufeng, Boss Lu, do you still sell fried chicken cutlets on Sundays? I want some!"

"Shang Qianqian: @Lu Feng, Boss Lu, look at Douyin short videos, you're famous!"

"Zhang Zixuan (Administrator): @Lu Feng, Boss Lu, the spicy chicken noodle order for tomorrow needs to be confirmed!"

A lot of people are asking if I'll be setting up a stall selling fried chicken cutlets, what's the status of the spicy chicken noodles, and that my Monday orders need to be confirmed.

The latest message was posted just a minute ago, but Lu Feng has not responded at all.

"See?" Zhang Zixuan put down his hand, spread his hands at Liang Tao, and had an expression that said, "I told you a long time ago, but you didn't believe me." "Boss Lu just sends out notifications to confirm orders every day. He's basically a zombie account."

Liang Tao felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and thought, "I'm doomed."

As he was wailing, his gaze inadvertently caught sight of several familiar figures.

One of them turned his head and his gaze met Liang Tao's. He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened, and he pointed at Liang Tao and shouted, "Hey! Look, isn't that Liang Tao, that swindler?"

"It's over! They're fake fans who were tricked!" Liang Tao yelled at his assistant, Xiao Chen, "Run!"

Lu Feng, the culprit who caused Liang Tao to be chased for 800 meters, was still fast asleep in his room.

He only remembered that he vaguely sent a message to the QQ group before going to bed: "Sorry, I've been too tired lately, so I won't be able to make spicy chicken noodles tomorrow."

Then, without even charging his phone, he fell asleep.

The debuff, stemming from a dream that feels thirty times more tiring, must be compensated for and digested through pleasant dreams.

As sunlight streams through the windowsill, a new week begins.

Through the study of dream replay, he gained a deeper understanding of what Jie Badan had taught him.

He is fully prepared to meet the challenge of the third weekly challenge.

He was no longer as afraid of the task of making 200 steamed buns on the first day.

In his dream, he would practice making 10 dough balls at a time, which was no problem for him, not to mention he had a high-tech integrated pastry machine.

[High-tech integrated dough processing machine (Class B equipment): Integrates multiple functions such as dough kneading, dough resting, and dough pressing. It can simultaneously memorize and replicate the host's operations, producing double the output, reducing the host's mechanical work, and improving efficiency.]

This thing can reduce his workload by more than half, so he is not worried about the quantity at all; he wouldn't be afraid even if there were 200 more.

It's just a matter of arranging the time and place.

Late at night, the bar street was bustling with customers.

But in a place filled with alcohol and hormones, where a group of people drink until they vomit and are drowsy, would they really come out to buy steamed buns?

No matter how confident he was in his skills, and no matter how delicious the steamed buns were, they were still just steamed buns. If it were him, he would definitely choose barbecue or crayfish; those kinds of late-night delicacies are the most suitable.

Of course, nothing is absolute, and there will definitely be customers.

Therefore, none of the above are the biggest problems at all.

Look at the cost interface that just popped up today.

[Monday's task: 200 steamed buns. Costs have been precisely calculated based on the host's sample production, and pricing is as follows: meat buns 10 yuan each, vegetable buns 10 yuan each, wild vegetable steamed buns 50 yuan each. Each customer is limited to two buns, and a minimum of 10 of each type must be sold.]

"Wait a minute?" Lu Feng was afraid he had misread it. Why were vegetable buns and meat buns the same price?

Wild vegetable steamed buns? What the heck?

He rubbed his eyes frantically, thinking he was seeing things.

But looking again, it's the same: the wild vegetable steamed buns aren't 5 yuan each, they're 50 yuan each?!

Are you selling 10 more? Outside a bar late at night?

"System, am I the one who's gone mad, or are you?"

The system stopped responding and simply redirected to the second page of costs.

"Free-range pigs that have been raised for a full year are already quite valuable, and those from systematic farms come from the Lingyun Mountain Stream, where they eat all kinds of herbs and drink mountain spring water. They are made from carefully selected hind leg meat with a perfect ratio of three parts fat to seven parts lean, making their price quite reasonable."

"The vegetable buns are made with fresh organic vegetables from deep in the mountains, sourced from altitudes above 1500 meters? They have a systematically developed high-end variety and are irrigated with Class I mineral natural water? To maintain the taste, they are transported via special cold chain air freight, with transportation costs far exceeding those of local pork? Okay, okay, I can barely accept this explanation."

"The cost of these flours and the like is only so-so! The steamed buns are also made with flour, right? Is the high price due to wild vegetables? To meet the recipe standards, they have to be picked by professionally trained people from pristine forests far from pollution—90% of the cost is labor?"

Lu Feng's eyelids twitched as he read it. What a luxurious product tracing report!

Alright, alright. The previous fried chicken recipe originated from modern times, so it was only slightly more expensive. But these recipes from other worlds of gourmet food all use the world's truly top-tier ingredients.

I really wish I could use regular ingredients instead.

There's no way to choose; ingredients not provided by the system can't meet the S-level standard and therefore can't be included in the system's tasks.

"Wild vegetable buns for 50 yuan each at the bar entrance..." Lu Feng felt that this week's task was pushing the limits of what ordinary people could bear.

He could picture it: a drunkard, on the verge of falling asleep, suddenly craving a steamed bun, running over to ask how much it cost, and waking up in shock when he heard it was 50 yuan.

This isn't the first time I've had a terrible start; there's no other choice anyway.

"Let the challenges come even fiercer." A fighting spirit slowly ignited in Lu Feng's eyes.

Such a price means high costs, but also high profits. Perhaps, without relying on the charity rewards from system tasks, he could earn enough for his grandmother's surgery with his own hands.

He spread the flour on the cutting board and began kneading the dough. Faced with the challenge, he had no choice but to work frantically.