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

Someone is calling for Ultraman. Is it referring to Lu Feng? Wang Sheng turned his gaze over.

Sure enough, a young couple with a child of about seven or eight years old were there. The little boy was wearing a jacket with a Tiga pattern on it.

"I brought you here to eat something delicious, so just eat it. Aren't you just like Ultraman?" The little boy's father patted his child, then looked in the direction the little boy was pointing. "Wow, there really is Ultraman."

"I want to eat the steamed buns made by Ultraman." The little boy ran up to Lu Feng's stall in a flash and handed over a ticket.

This was a wonderful surprise! No matter where I go, Kid Brother is truly my lucky star. Lu Feng quickly handed him a meat bun.

The little boy, however, didn't seem so excited. "Oh, it's just a mask."

"Slow down, there are so many people here, it'll be hard to find if you get lost." The child's parents caught up with him.

The little boy immediately lost interest in Lufeng, but was attracted by the steamed buns in front of him. "Mom, these steamed buns smell so good!"

The little boy's mother said, "What here doesn't smell good? Hmm, this fragrance..."

The little boy took the plump white bun, which was slightly hot to the touch. He puffed out his cheeks, blew on it twice, and then eagerly took a big bite.

"Ugh, hot..." He didn't expect that even though the outer skin cooled down a bit, the soup inside almost burned his tongue.

His little face first furrowed, but then immediately broke into a look of surprise.

A burst of umami flavor hit his tongue. So delicious! The little boy instantly forgot about the slightly hot food and became completely absorbed in it.

This was a satisfaction that struck straight to the soul. The little boy's eyes widened, he chewed faster, his cheeks puffed out, and pure joy quickly bloomed on his face.

He swallowed the first mouthful whole, not even having time to speak, and then quickly took a second bite. More soup overflowed, and he eagerly sucked it in, making satisfied slurping sounds.

Wow, I feel like I could eat ten of these buns!

"Delicious, delicious, so refreshing!"

After finishing his meal, the little boy yelled and quickly handed over the last two tickets, "Uncle, I want two more!"

The little boy opened his mouth, then suddenly remembered something and exclaimed to his dumbfounded parents, "Mom and Dad! It's delicious! Super incredibly delicious! Uncle Ultraman's buns are the best! Ten times better than the pancakes Dad just bought! No, a hundred times better!"

The parents were stunned. Was this really their son who couldn't eat? They took him out to eat delicious food, but apart from his father buying a pancake and taking a bite at the beginning, he wasn't interested in anything else. Otherwise, they wouldn't have walked to the very edge so quickly.

They were also a little curious about the steamed bun stall, but since they had finally participated in such an event, they were reluctant to spend all of it on buying steamed buns.

Seeing that the two were still a little hesitant, Lu Feng put on gloves and carefully broke open a bun.

This is the worst thing about his soup dumplings. Because they contain soup, once they are cut open, the soup is gone, and the flavor is diminished. The Jie family dumplings lose their soul.

Therefore, he couldn't just put out samples for tasting, because according to the rules, you can't give people a whole sample to eat.

This is just the petty thinking of ordinary people. They come all this way to enjoy good food, and something as common as steamed buns doesn't deserve a ticket at all.

How could Lu Feng not understand? If it were him, he would definitely make a profit if he signed up for such an activity.

A meat bun costs no more than three yuan outside, making it really hard to choose. Oh, except for the ten-yuan ones.

The ingredients here are definitely not the dead pig meat or water-injected meat from some unscrupulous vendors in the market, but they can only be described as premium pork.

This also made him less confident, since the materials he used were not only inferior to those provided by the system, but also to those from the other world. The food in the other world was all-natural and additive-free. If the system's ingredients were of S-grade quality, the food in the other world was half S-grade, but here it was probably not even A-grade.

He handed the bun, which he had broken in half, to the boy's parents, who then accepted it.

The father took it, and imitating his son, blew on it, and took a bite.

His expression froze instantly.

The moment you feel the soft, fluffy yet slightly chewy skin, the delicious broth overwhelmingly fills your taste buds. Then, as you bite into the meat filling, another layer of flavor unfolds.

Half a bun wasn't enough for him; he finished it off in just two bites.

"How is it, Dad? Isn't it super delicious?" the little boy asked proudly, as if he had made the bun himself.

The father nodded. "Boss, one, please!"

Seeing this, the mother couldn't resist either and started tasting her half of the bun.

As she savored the broth and minced meat blending in her mouth, she too showed an expression of amazement. She ate more elegantly than her husband, but she was still quite fast.

In just a few bites, he said, "I want one too."

A family of three gathered around a stall in Lufeng and spent eight tickets in addition to buying pancakes.

The unseemly way the children and father ate, coupled with the ever-present aroma of the steamed buns, was like the most effective way to attract customers who were holding onto their tickets.

"Is it really that delicious? Look how much that family is enjoying it."

"It smells so good, it's making my mouth water. Shall we go check it out?"

"Let's go, try it, it's free to sample anyway."

Small groups of diners gathered in front of Lu Feng's stall. As long as Lu Feng offered a tasting, they would definitely receive a voucher.

Word of mouth spread quietly.

Although the queue is still short, it is no longer deserted.

Every diner who tasted it had a look of surprise and satisfaction on their face, and almost everyone would leave a ticket to buy a bun.

More people came to his door, but Lu Feng's brows furrowed beneath his mask.

He keenly perceived the gap.

Yes, this time, the steamed buns received genuine praise from diners, just like before.

But praise is different, and the diners' expressions are also different.

The meat buns from before made people feel as if they were in nature, transforming into little wild boars running freely in the mountain streams.

Even if it's made in another world, it's so delicious that you can't help but eat it one after another until you're full.

Now, some of these diners, even though they have two or three tickets, only spend one to show their approval. Two gourmets even tried the food, praised it, and left.

He picked up a meat bun and took a bite.

Unfortunately, his almost nonexistent ability to distinguish ingredients made it difficult for him to explain the reasons for the differences.

But at least he knew that the freshness inherent in the system's ingredients was almost imperceptible in ordinary ingredients.

The quality of his steamed buns today is guaranteed by his fundamental skills. Precise seasoning and heat control allow him to elevate ordinary ingredients to an excellent standard in the eyes of the world.

However, it is merely excellent; it still falls far short of the extraordinary, soul-stirring deliciousness brought by the system's ingredients.

"I realize I'm still too reliant on the system's ingredients," Lu Feng thought with a chill.

This preliminary round was a huge disappointment for him. For the past month, he had been incredibly successful thanks to the ingredients provided by the system, and his steamed buns had even been recognized and recommended by a famous chef.

But is this really his own ability?

He suddenly remembered a saying his master, Jie Badan, had once said: "A true chef should have the ability to turn ordinary ingredients into something magical."

He suddenly realized why, in the system's eyes, he was still just an apprentice.

He thought of Wang Shun from the other world, who, even with the skills of a junior pastry chef, still chose to stay at the Xie family's pastry shop to further his studies and improve himself.

He knew he needed to take it a step further, but suddenly realized he didn't know how.

Lu Feng suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment. "I'm not resigned to this. Is this all I'm capable of?"