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

Chapter 83 Which young master took it?

Zheng Zhifeng felt that this video was the pinnacle of his self-media career.

The title gets straight to the point: "#Kaiyuan Temple's exorbitantly priced steamed buns: exposing this outrageous scam at the risk of my life!"

The cover shows him looking miserable after being slapped, and he uses a deliberately lowered voice to create a sense of lurking.

The camera pans across the best-preserved section of the temple's exterior wall, captures the 10-yuan sign at the entrance, records the numb faces of tourists who haven't had enough sleep, then shows a man with his face blurred out shouting, "Why isn't it expensive?" and a man named Chen looking dazed.

At the end of the video, he stood in front of the mountain gate, his back to the ancient temple, his expression solemn yet resolute. "Family members, when the boundaries between a place of spiritual practice and commercial activities become blurred, when faith and consumption become intertwined, what we lose may be more than just the 10 yuan in our wallets! Follow me, I am Zheng Zhifeng, a conscientious crusader against counterfeits."

As expected, the video attracted a lot of attention. The topic of "#KaiyuanTempleExorbitantPricedSteamedBuns" was reignited.

"Streamers need to protect themselves. These days, temples are all like the former abbot of a certain Lin Temple—morally corrupt!"

"This guy is so righteous and insistent, why do you still want to buy it?"

"Which young master took it? And why is it censored? I suggest investigating!"

"No, no, it's not that serious. It's either from eating mushrooms or something like Boletus luridus. Hurry up, streamer, call 120!"

Zheng Zhifeng watched the soaring number of views. Although many netizens had gone astray, there were still many comments criticizing the temple and the expensive steamed buns. What he wanted was attention!

This shows his guidance was successful; he seemed to already see the temple in a state of utter chaos, offering huge sums to him for mediation. Should I ask for five figures or six figures?

Just as Zheng Zhifeng was squatting in a corner reading the comments, the small square had already erupted in chaos.

When the food stalls were set up in Lufeng, customers were still enjoying the fragrant steamed buns.

When the system notification sounded, Lu Feng knew that his Hasage had been completed!

When he put on another skewer, his control over the grilling temperature and the addition of spices seemed to have reached an unprecedented level of mastery and ease.

"Sizzle!" This didn't seem to be just an ordinary popping sound, but rather a rhythmic and melodic announcement!

A complex aroma of meat, oil, wood, charcoal, and spices, perfectly cooked and distinct yet harmonious, bursts forth like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting!

"Face the wind!" Hasage, pentakill! No one can escape my Hasage! Hexakill! Septakill! Octakill!

Nine kills! Teammates can't be spared either! Ten kills! When I get ruthless, I'll even kill myself!

The fragrance, devoid of any restraint, reigned supreme over the entire large square.

"Is this Observation Haki?!" I can smell it, and it seems like I can see it too!

In the small square, everyone who was queuing to buy steamed buns, or was enjoying the pleasure of eating them, or was a tourist coming from the mountain path, all stopped at the same time.

The conversation ceased, the act of swallowing buns stopped, and everyone's gaze involuntarily turned in the same direction, as if they could see the trail of aroma wafting through the air.

That aroma was a real hook, precisely catching everyone's cravings and sending them straight to the top of their heads!

Lu Feng is ready! The kebabs are ready!

Chen Haoran accidentally ate two steamed buns and had to save two for Miss Caiwei. Was he really going to take one back to his grandfather to explain? What excuse could he give? Was he sold out? Or should he ask Master Zhenyan to open a back door? But who the hell opens a back door to buy steamed buns?!

As he was pondering this, the sudden, pungent aroma made him turn his head, his eyes widening like copper bells, flashing with lightning-like shrewdness.

Boss Lu is really here!

He quickly took out his phone and snapped several photos of Boss Lu and his stall, then promptly sent them to the "Strongest Steamed Bun Reservation Bureau on Earth" group, causing another uproar in the group.

"Invisible Chicken Wings: Ritian, did you go up the mountain to breathe in the smog?"

"Food Detective Ke Bei: Can you please focus on the important points, bro?! The important point is, Boss Lu!"

"No-Liver Vegetable Bun: Holy crap? No wonder I haven't seen Boss Lu at Fisherman's Wharf these past few days, turns out he went up the mountain."

"Invisible chicken wings: What's that? Beef skewers? Traitors! Absolute traitors! Developing new products behind our backs!"

"Manager (Group owner Zhang Zixuan has changed his name): Calm down, it's basic stuff. Based on my observation of Boss Lu, he changes the map about every week, and every time he appears, he brings new items."

"Liverless Vegetable Buns: Is this the world of the strong? What special quirks do powerful people have? /Tactical Lean Back" "Food Detective Conan: Skipping work today, already on my way!"

Then came a series of "Wait me bro".

Chen Haoran had no time to pay attention to them; the entire small square was filled with hissing and hissing sounds.

If the previous Fiery Beef was already a feast for the taste buds, then the Da Cheng PIus version made in Lufeng is an out-of-control carnival!

The extreme spiciness is like riding a rocket, instantly soaring to the heavens, but there is no burning pain, only a refreshing and invigorating sensation!

After the spiciness, layers of fresh, meaty, and spice aromas burst forth. Chen Haoran felt like he was on a roller coaster, having reached the top and then plummeting downhill in exhilarating speed, only to suddenly find the tracks gone, with everyone around him screaming from the spiciness.

He suddenly felt like he was standing on a bungee jumping platform and was pushed off without warning. After the instant weightlessness and stimulation, he experienced an extreme pleasure as his adrenaline surged!

Most importantly, even timid people don't need to be afraid. All you have is the pure enjoyment of delicious food, without the fear of falling from a great height!

"Ahhh! So delicious, so satisfying!!!"

"This...this...this taste! It's amazing!"

"Mom, I've ascended to heaven on the spot!"

"It's like my tongue is dancing! No, it's bungee jumping!"

"Two or five yuan a skewer? Worth it! Absolutely worth it! Boss, ten more skewers, no, twenty!"

Chen Haoran was hissing and his eyes were red with excitement as he frantically sent voice messages in the group.

"Holy crap: Guys! I feel like Boss Lu has evolved, and he's gone through ultimate evolution!"

"Holy crap: The steamed buns were delicious enough, but this 'Blazing Beef' is absolutely divine! It's so good it's practically melting my heart! If you come late, there won't be any left!"

"Invisible Chicken Wings: I'm sick and tired of talking about being jealous; I'm so jealous I've gone blind!"

"Caiwei: / I want to eat."

"Holy crap: Come quick, I'll go grab some for you!"

"Invisible Chicken Wings: Even though we're dozens of kilometers apart, your abacus beads have blown my face."

Lu Feng prepared 2000 skewers today, thinking it would be more than enough, since the 1500 skewers prepared yesterday were barely sold out.

He underestimated the allure of the Fiery Beef Masterpiece. After all, before, it was either semi-finished "pseudo-S-level" delicacies like spicy chicken noodles and fried chicken cutlets, or everyday breakfast items like steamed buns that everyone was used to. This time, it's the street food that everyone truly appreciates.

Even though he hardly uses his phone for a month, he has forgotten the speed of information dissemination in the information age.

Climbing mountains? When faced with truly delicious food, even Mount Everest is not insurmountable, let alone Qingzhu Mountain, a small mountain with an altitude of only two or three hundred meters.

Lu Feng discovered that the contradiction had changed; it had become a contradiction between the increasing demand for barbecue skewers and the insufficient supply of barbecue skewers.

"What should we do?" Lu Feng was dumbfounded as he looked at the crowd running towards them from afar.