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

Tuesday, 5 a.m.

Lu Feng woke up before the alarm clock went off.

"No way, it's only been a day and it already has a biological clock?" He sat up with a jolt, and the screen in front of him had been updated.

[This week's task: Sell spicy chicken noodles at Yingcai Primary School every morning from 7-8 am, increasing daily; today, 60 servings (priced at 3 yuan each).]

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

"For ten thousand dollars!" He cheered himself up, quickly washed up, and began his preparations for the day.

Because he was preparing to make 80 servings today, even though he was already quite skilled at it, when he checked his phone before leaving, it was 6:57.

"Oh no!"

The peak time for students going to school is from 7:10 to 7:40. Even though sales were good yesterday, once the golden time is over, the customer traffic disappears.

He hurriedly picked up the insulated box and rushed downstairs.

At 7:06, Lu Fengcai rode his electric scooter into the street where Yingcai Primary School is located.

From afar, you could see people standing where he had set up his stall.

He thought to himself, "No way, people are even fighting over such a remote stall?"

When he got closer, he realized that the figures were all elementary school students, each carrying a large schoolbag, and they came over to greet him.

"Here it comes!"

"Boss, you've finally arrived!"

"I thought you weren't coming!"

Lu Feng parked his electric scooter and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he would have a little fan after only one day.

As Lu Feng put down the insulated box, he apologized, "I'm so sorry, I made a little too much today and didn't manage the time well."

"It's good that you're here." It was the burly little boy from yesterday. He took out six yuan. "I was the first one here, boss, give me two portions!"

The other elementary school students quickly lined up in order.

"One serving!" "Two servings!"

"Boss, give me five servings!" A clear voice rang out. It belonged to a little girl with pigtails. She was short and looked like a lower-grade student.

"Five servings?" Lu Feng was taken aback. "Can you... finish them all?"

"I brought these for my classmates!" the little girl said seriously. "I bought one yesterday, and my friends tried it too. I arrived early, and they asked me to bring some back for them."

I received a red banknote. Wow, he's got some money to spare. Luckily, he has plenty of change.

But as soon as she started, the other children realized, "Oh right, you can bring them too!"

One by one, they raised their phones and watches to send voice messages to their best friends: "Super delicious spicy chicken noodles, wanna order? Call me daddy if you do!"

An older boy at the back of the line raised his hand and said, "Boss, I want ten! Our class is buying in bulk, do you get a discount?"

Ten portions? The other children in line were shocked. Group buying? Can street vendors even offer group buying?

"Sorry, we're a small business, we don't do group buying." Even without group buying, these ten portions were still sold.

Lu Feng was surprised that more than 20 copies had been sold in just three minutes!

The students who came later either came straight over, they were regular customers from yesterday; some looked around and then came over because they were curious; others looked at the watch on their wrist and came because they were attracted by the product.

At 7:30 a.m., during the peak breakfast season, Lu Feng had already sold out almost all of his breakfast.

[Weekly task, complete on the second day (78/60)]

Zhang Zixuan ran over, still breathless, and said, "Boss, I knew there would be so many people. Did you save any for me?"

Lu Feng smiled and handed two bowls of spicy chicken noodles to Zhang Zixuan, "I saved these for you."

Zhang Zixuan was utterly astonished. "So righteous! Big Brother is so righteous!"

Immediately, a student nearby shouted, "Boss, I was here first! Didn't you just say you were out?"

Lu Feng said apologetically, "This is what I promised him yesterday, I'm sorry."

"So, we can make reservations?" As expected, the new brains worked quickly, and a group of students immediately spoke up.

"I want to make a reservation!"

"I want to order five servings too!"

Pairs of small hands handed over the money, leaving Lu Feng completely bewildered; they were rushing to give him money!

No, there was also a pair of big hands. I remember that one; it belonged to Teacher Wang.

Looking up, he saw that it was indeed Wang Jia, a teacher from the school. As the only teacher customer at the stall, Lu Feng still remembered her.

After finishing his first dish, Zhang Zixuan chimed in, "Boss, I suggest you create a QQ group so everyone can order directly from there!"

Lu Feng readily agreed and immediately took out his phone to create a group chat with the students face-to-face.

The surrounding stall owners were dumbfounded.

"Uncle, your fried dough sticks are burnt." The fried dough stick vendor was holding long chopsticks and only came to his senses when a student customer reminded him. The soy milk grandma almost burned her hand when she scooped up a spoonful. The pancake vendor was shoveling back and forth with his spatula, but he forgot to put the batter on the griddle.

In twenty minutes, 80 servings of spicy chicken noodles were sold out. Not only that, but they even pre-ordered for tomorrow's orders. When did money become so easy to make?

Yesterday, the stall owners thought the students were just doing it for the novelty, but now it seems they might actually have some skill involved.

"Wait a minute!" Lu Feng called out to the students who were just about to leave.

"What's wrong, boss? Is the format wrong? Didn't Zhang Zixuan just standardize it? Year, Class, So-and-so, so-and-so, copy number."

"The format is correct." Lu Feng had a happy problem: "I roughly calculated that there are over a hundred copies."

Zhang Zixuan shouted from the side, "Seriously? You're not going to make money if you have the chance?"

"It's not that I don't want to make money, it's just that my capabilities don't allow it yet," he sighed and said. "We'll make this amount tomorrow, and afterwards everyone will have to rely on group purchases, as there will be a daily limit."

The man selling fried dough sticks next to him was cursing inwardly. "Listen to this! Is this even human language? What do you mean by 'too many orders'? You want to limit the quantity? Don't let me make any money!"

Lu Feng, riding his electric scooter, put the insulated box home and then rushed to the hospital.

Two months ago, Lu Feng was a recent graduate who had just left school and joined a company with decent profits, often working overtime until late at night.

He was raised by his maternal grandmother. He still remembers telling her when he was little, "Grandma, when I grow up, I will buy you a big house." His grandmother just chuckled.

I had planned to make something of myself and let my grandmother enjoy a comfortable life. But before that day even arrived, she was diagnosed with a serious illness and needed to be hospitalized; the surgery alone would cost 20 yuan!

Lu Feng spent the five thousand yuan he had saved from part-time work to first get his grandmother hospitalized for conservative treatment.

For the next week, he would go to take care of his grandmother as soon as he got off work.

This made the boss look unhappy. When he asked for leave for the third time to avoid working overtime, he was fired.

Grandma noticed his distress, patted his head, and said to him, "Fengbao, Grandpa isn't used to staying in the hospital. It's much more comfortable at home. Let's go home."

Lu Feng's eyes reddened: "No, we have to get him treated. Grandma, let's get him treated before we go home!"

But where will the money come from?

Lu Feng sat on a bench in the hospital corridor, looking at the city lights outside the window, choking back tears silently. For the first time, he felt that the city was so big, yet there was no place for him and his grandmother to stay.