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

Poke! Poke! Poke!

Han Caiwei stared intently at her phone screen, her right hand flashing out a series of rapid taps as she frantically clicked the reservation button on the mini-program.

The page froze, and her heart pounded. Finally, a "ding" sounded, and the system notification tone appeared.

"Finally got it! Yay! I secured two spots for steamed buns!" She practically jumped up from her workstation, letting out a long sigh of relief, feeling more exhausted than if she had completed a major project.

At that moment, she truly understood the saying, "Every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work!" Without the strength of a powerful arm, how could she satisfy her stomach's greed?

"Everyone gets a share, give me one." Her best friend, Chung Man-wai, suddenly patted her on the shoulder from behind.

"Why don't you go and snatch it yourself?" Han Caiwei protected her phone, looking like she would never give it up.

"Otherwise, I'll tell everyone your little secret!" Chung Man-wai threatened slowly, "I'll tell all your best friends, one by one!"

"Damn woman! You're ruthless! Just one!" Han Caiwei gritted her teeth, her pained expression like someone who had sold the company only to discover she was actually the boss's great-grandmother.

"Finally got it!" At almost the same time, Liang Tao also received a notification from the mini-program.

He secured the spot with lightning speed!

Upon seeing the confirmation message, Liang Tao excitedly pumped his fist, exclaiming, "Hard work pays off!"

In that case, I can make another video!

Since the topic of Lufeng disappeared, his account has become deserted again. Even the few comments that appear are mostly things like "Update quickly, I want to see him selling steamed buns."

Liang Tao was also speechless with frustration. "I wanted to show you all, but who would have thought that they wouldn't even come!"

He could almost picture the next video going viral, with a title like, "Finally, you're here! I'm so glad I didn't give up!"

That way, I can reignite my popularity, become a super blogger with millions of followers, serve as a director of the food association, marry a beautiful and wealthy woman, and reach the pinnacle of life!

Using his own exemplary deeds, Liang Tao earnestly pleaded with his assistant, "Xiao Chen, this teaches us a lesson: as long as you're willing to work hard, you'll eventually reap the rewards!"

At nine o'clock in the evening, Liang Tao, accompanied by his assistant Xiao Chen, arrived at Fisherman's Wharf in high spirits. However, the familiar place was empty, with the river wind blowing and swirling a few fallen leaves on the ground.

An old man selling plastic stools next to him was idly scrolling through his old-fashioned mobile phone, watching something called "Liu Ji Ten Thousand Coins" dancing enthusiastically, when he saw Liang Tao walk up to him.

This old rascal has watched over a dozen videos, all of the same thing. What kind of account is this? Has he cultivated it? Liang Tao, with a critical eye, studied with the old man for five minutes before finally asking, "Grandpa, where's the steamed bun seller? Hasn't he come yet?"

The old man looked at him with surprise. "Selling steamed buns? You close up shop when you sell out by eight!"

"What?!" Liang Tao was struck dumb. "Impossible! My reservation was successful!"

The old man recalled, "The reservation was for 7 o'clock, and there were quite a lot of people then. But it seems like they didn't prepare much today; anyway, they sold out by 8 o'clock. They sold out and left quickly. Look, I can't even rent out these stools anymore."

Liang Tao quickly opened the mini-program and saw that he was doomed. Even the wisest person can make a mistake. It clearly stated that "the sales time has been adjusted to 7 pm. Please be aware." There was also a refund notification that "20 yuan has been refunded to your e-wallet."

The old man clicked his tongue, as if savoring something, and continued, "But those buns were really delicious. What's with this number system? I didn't make a reservation, so I couldn't get any. Guess what? I got lucky today. Some idiot probably got the time wrong and didn't come to pick them up, so I got lucky and managed to snag two."

Silence, silence is Cambridge tonight. Liang Tao was completely silenced.

"I never imagined I'd be the real idiot..."

Meanwhile, Lu Feng was in the Dream Study Room, making his final sprint.

He had a busy day, learning to cut meat from Wang Sheng, visiting his grandmother in the hospital, making a bunch of steamed buns, handing out "wages" to the kids at the elementary school gate, and then feeding hungry diners at Fisherman's Wharf.

His S-grade Fiery Beef, however, still has a progress bar of 0.

However, there is some good news. His high-tech automatic packaging machine is said to be able to package anything. I thought it would only be a little bit, but I didn't expect that this machine can even skewer food.

"Technology truly liberates our hands," Lu Feng remarked, but there was also bad news.

He spent a full five days just learning how to cut meat, and only 10 days remained in his dream world.

Judging from the current progress, there is clearly not enough time to learn. It took almost a week to learn how to make something as simple as spicy chicken noodles, and I was learning to make fried chicken cutlets while doing it myself. Not to mention making steamed buns, I practiced them in my dreams for a month.

However, how will you know if you can do it if you don't push yourself?

He grabbed a handful of skewered beef and put it on the grill.

This is a process of repeated experimentation. The temperature in the oven varies, the roasting time is a second longer or a second shorter, and the timing of adding seasoning is a moment earlier or a moment later, all of which will result in a difference in the flavor of the final product.

The skewered beef portions are quite small. If you take them off the grill a little earlier, they might not be fully cooked, but if you grill them for even a second longer, they might get slightly burnt. This tiny difference makes a world of difference in the taste.

If he grills them one skewer at a time, he can naturally master it quickly, but grilling a whole bunch of twenty skewers at once is extremely difficult to control.

It's difficult to ensure that the entire bunch of skewers is heated evenly to maintain the exact same flavor.

The same applies to seasoning. If you add it too late, the essence of the spices won't infuse into the meat. If you don't add it evenly, it will result in some parts being too salty and others too bland.

The demanding nature of S-level recipes is not just about the ingredients; the difficulty of making Fiery Beef is incomparable to that of fried chicken cutlets, and it requires even more control over the fire!

Failure, adjustment, another failure, another fine-tuning...

After countless failures and burning countless skewers, his hands seemed to have acquired their own memory, precisely controlling the heat and smoothly completing all the actions of flipping, brushing oil, and sprinkling seasoning.

"Did it work?" With his dream time limit depleted, Lu Feng exited the dream. Ten days is nothing more than ten minutes in reality.

"Did it work?" Liang Tao failed to buy the steamed buns, but on a whim, he made another video to play the victim, and to his surprise, it got pretty good views.

"None of my family members know what happened! I went to buy steamed buns at the wrong time, and the old man bought them all!"

Surprisingly, people seem to enjoy watching him play the victim. The comments section of his latest video is already filled with all sorts of schadenfreude.

"I heard that Brother Tao has messed up yet again?"

"We recommend that you read the user manual for WeChat specifically designed for seniors."

The old man said, "I don't need to lean on the wall, I admire you the most! Hahaha!"

Liang Tao felt a lump in his throat, but it seemed that playing the victim was also a way to get clicks.

"But I really wanted to eat steamed buns!" Liang Tao glanced at the time; it was five in the morning. He hadn't expected to stay up all night. He yawned and drifted off to sleep, muttering unconsciously, "Steamed buns... my steamed buns."

At five in the morning, the city was not yet fully awake. Lu Feng rode his small cart and quietly disappeared into the hazy night, heading steadily towards Qingzhu Mountain at a speed of 60 miles per hour.

However, he couldn't be as free as his car. A heavy question suddenly occurred to him: could he even get into the scenic area?