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

500 yuan may not seem like much, but it's still money!

Lu Feng had initially been too lazy to pay any attention to the other party, but now he was really getting excited.

Just as he was about to retort, a crisp, slightly disgruntled voice came from behind him.

"Why should Boss Lu leave? If he leaves, where are we going to eat such delicious spicy chicken noodles?!"

The younger students get out of school early, and the little girl with pigtails had already run over with a few friends, her hands tightly gripping the straps of her schoolbag, her big eyes staring at the stall owner in front of her.

The stall owner, his face flushed red after being publicly contradicted by a little girl, yelled, "What do you know, you little brat! Get out of here!"

The little girl's voice grew louder, "Boss Lu, we all know that elementary school over there. It has far fewer students than our school, so don't be fooled!"

The other person didn't expect to be confronted by a primary school student and immediately wanted to retaliate.

But with so many parents and students in front of him, he didn't dare cause trouble. He turned and left, squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth: "You don't appreciate kindness. I'm too lazy to argue with you."

Lu Feng thanked the little girl, who chuckled, looking like a little adult who thought, "I'll protect you."

Before long, students poured out of the school gate like a tide, rushing towards their favorite snack stalls.

Lu Feng was just about to shout a few words and give full play to his initiative.

Before he could even make a move, a dozen children instantly surrounded his stall.

"Boss, I'd like a small portion of the original flavor!"

"I want it spicy, extra spicy!"

"I was here first! Boss Lu, look at me!"

The situation looks great; it doesn't seem challenging at all.

"Line up! Line up!" Lu Feng had to raise his voice to maintain order. "Students, please line up and come one by one. Everyone has a seat, don't rush!"

Everyone obediently lined up, and Lu Feng deftly handed out bowls of noodles, especially the spicy kind, which was even more popular with the children in the afternoon.

"Smack smack." Several elementary school students opened the package and started eating, slurping and panting as they did so.

"Mmm, delicious, delicious, just the right taste!"

"The texture combined with this spiciness, wow, absolutely amazing!"

"The boss lied! The small portion is way too small! I want more after I finish it! Ahhh, I want a large portion tomorrow!"

Such live mukbang (eating broadcasts) are the best advertisement.

Other elementary school students who were initially observing and hesitating were immediately drawn over, and the line visibly grew longer.

"Oh no, I wanted something spicy, and it's already sold out?" The burly little boy arrived a bit late and couldn't buy the spicy chicken noodles he'd been craving.

He looked miserable and sighed, "Well... then I'll have the original flavor."

In just a few days, Lu Feng gained many fans, but the two spicy noodle stalls next door also had their own following.

They sold a lot, and the stall owner even made a provocative statement from afar.

Lu Feng, not to be outdone, made a "wait and see" gesture.

For elementary school students, grabbing something is even more appealing than buying it.

Kid A had just bought some spicy noodles from the stall next door when he leaned over to his classmate, sniffed, and immediately sensed something was wrong.

Even though they're both spicy chicken noodles, they smell completely different.

"Holy crap, yours smells amazing."

Without giving his classmate a chance to react, he picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

He took only one bite, his eyes widening in disbelief. "This...this is so delicious! Compared to this, mine is practically garbage!"

"Never tried Boss Lu's food before, have you?" The kid, whose chopsticks had been snatched, didn't back down and tried some himself, frowning. "What are you eating?"

The kid rolled his eyes. "What are you talking about? It's like you've never eaten this before."

School dismisses students in order from lower grades to higher grades.

By the time the older students ran out, Lu Feng's insulated box was completely empty.

"Sold out? So fast?" Several older students sighed in disappointment. They were loyal fans of spicy chicken noodles and had been craving the flavor for several classes.

"Let's go next door." They reluctantly went to the turkey noodle stand next door.

After paying, one student took only one bite, frowned, and said, "This doesn't taste right."

The stall owner paused for a moment, recognizing the student in front of him; he had bought from him just two days ago. He said, "It tastes exactly the same as it did a couple of days ago."

"Hey, this tastes the same as before. It's just that I've had something even better." The student glanced back at Lu Feng, who was packing up after selling his spicy chicken noodles, and said very sincerely, "Compared to Boss Lu's, it's really far behind. How can I describe it? It's not even in the same league in terms of taste or texture."

He took another bite, shook his head, and ultimately didn't finish it. He walked to the trash can and dumped the remaining noodles in (a waste of food that shouldn't be imitated). He muttered to himself, "It's like chicken ribs—tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away."

His companion also bought from another store, took a few bites, and looked equally disappointed, saying, "It's really far inferior."

The honest words of these elementary school students, each one harsh and unpleasant, were like knives, piercing the hearts of the two vendors and turning their faces ashen.

Zhang Zixuan suddenly appeared out of nowhere, sidled up to Lu Feng, and chuckled, "Boss Lu is awesome! I knew yours was better, but I didn't expect it to be so utterly crushed! Look at their expressions, tsk tsk."

Lu Feng glanced at him helplessly, but didn't reply. However, he felt relieved.

Needless to say, the little turkey noodle war has been won.

[Winning in the homogeneous competition, side quest completed.]

[Reward: 500 RMB cash (directly deposited into the host's bank account), and one high-tech automatic packaging machine.]

As soon as Lu Feng got home, he found a huge package in his house. Needless to say, it was another piece of cutting-edge technology provided by the system—an automatic packing machine.

I must say, the things the system provides are really useful.

[High-tech insulated box (Grade A equipment): Large capacity, holds more than it looks, excellent performance, takes it out the same as when it was put in.]

While other people's spicy chicken noodles are cold, his spicy chicken noodles are kept warm until the very end when he puts them in a high-tech insulated box.

It has plenty of space; it can fit not only 100 servings, but 200 servings. It can hold so much!

[High-tech automatic packaging machine (Class B equipment): I can pack any kind of packaging!]

Try out the automatic packaging machine; it can save him more than an hour every day!

"It's so convenient, the system's advanced technology is a godsend."

The most amazing thing is that it will automatically be labeled with tags such as "Original Flavor 3 Yuan" and "Spicy Flavor 2 Yuan".

Lu Feng was in a good mood as he adjusted the machine for a while, his smile more difficult to suppress than an AK.

When he took out his phone to take a look, he was stunned by the dense messages in the QQ group and quickly stopped laughing.

A quick glance reveals over 100 booking records alone.

He quickly sent a message in the group.

Lu Feng: That's all for now. We can't make any more.

He gazed at the night sky, feeling that his sleep time had been squeezed out once again.

Lu Feng murmured to himself, both happy and pained, "Limited production, it has to be limited."