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

Chapter 86 Did your heart get eaten by a dog?

"Who awakens first from this great dream? Only I know the truth of my own life!"

Lu Feng sprang out of bed with a somersault, feeling refreshed and invigorated after waking up—but not at all.

"What the hell?!" What the hell are these countless pop-up ads? What era are we living in? They're still using these bundled, junk promotional ads!

It's just that last time I complained that you gave out tasks before rewards. You didn't even bother to pretend before, but this time you're just laying your cards on the table. The system is staging this whole thing.

Despite his complaints, Lu Feng still carefully read the message on the screen.

[Gift Box Giveaway: 1 copy of "The Complete Fried Rice Recipe Collection", a multi-functional snack cart fried rice modification kit, high-tech camouflage sunglasses, and 1 piece of Fried Rice Dream Training Fragment.]

[High-tech Disguise Sunglasses (Level B Bound Item): To prevent the host from getting lost and to avoid being disturbed by diners, allowing you to cook with peace of mind, once you put them on, you'll be completely unrecognizable! Mom won't have to worry about me being cornered in alleys asking for autographs anymore! Wearing them is like wearing nothing at all! You know what I mean.]

Lu Feng, "Should I say Ilikecook?" Could this description be any more ridiculous? But the effect seems to be alright?

"Alright, at least you're still somewhat useful." Lu Feng shrugged and shifted his gaze to the next automatically popped-up message.

[New Weekly Tasks Released]

【下周任务：每天晚上6点到9点，在太平街指定摊位卖蛋炒饭，周一任务50份（18元一份），之后每日递增10份（共5天）。】

[Task Reward: 5 RMB in cash, 1 Mystery Recipe Gift Box.]

"Fried rice with egg?" Lu Feng blinked and stared at the light screen for a while.

"That's it, that's it, that's it?!"

Isn't this something anyone can do? There's a saying that there are only two kinds of people in the world: those who can only make fried rice, and those who can make everything except fried rice.

While exaggerated, this is enough to illustrate the fundamental importance of fried rice. Just crack two eggs, put some leftover rice in the pan, toss it a few times, add some salt and chopped green onions, and you're done—it's so easy, anyone can do it!

And this pricing? Is it even on Taiping Street?

Lu Feng's expression turned extremely strange. Taiping Street! The most popular snack street in Xingcheng (without exception), a must-visit spot for tourists who are used to being ripped off, a place that locals dread and even dogs would shake their heads at.

He vividly remembers two outrageous news stories. First, there was the "sky-high price fruit salad," where a small bowl of freshly cut fruit salad was sold by the gram, and with yogurt added, it could cost 113 yuan. Then there was the "Assassin Spicy Hot Pot," where a single squid tentacle cost 3 yuan, and a two-centimeter section of duck intestine also cost 3 yuan, and a small bowl could cost 86 yuan, which would round up to over 100 yuan.

The merchants on Taiping Street can all provide a biography of assassins.

His task was to make fried rice for 18 yuan a serving, only a few yuan more expensive than at the night market. Was the system malfunctioning? The previous steamed buns and spicy beef were all expensive, even causing a huge controversy over exorbitant prices.

Compared to the Assassin's Creed series, this 18-dollar fried rice is practically the "last conscience of Taiping Street." If it were to sell for a week, it would surely be selected as one of the "Top Ten Stall Owners Who Moved Tourists."

"Selling at this price during prime time on Taiping Street? System, have you lost your mind?" Lu Feng couldn't help but complain to the air. "Are you suddenly doing charity here?"

But then, a strong sense of unease gripped him.

"Such low requirements this time?" Lu Feng muttered to himself, but alarm bells were ringing in his head. Had the system changed its nature?

"Cao Cao said, 'Impossible, absolutely impossible!'"

Looking back on this month of street vending, I've been selling spicy noodles outside elementary schools early in the morning, fried chicken cutlets outside gyms, steamed buns outside bars late at night, and sizzling beef outside temples in the early morning. This system is all about doing nothing.

The rewards are generous, but which mission isn't full of traps and pitfalls? Lu Feng has practically been turned into a master of time management.

"Could it be that I've been performing too well this past month, pushing the system to its limits, and they're finally giving me a break?"

Something's definitely not right here. There's something fishy going on. Unsolicited kindness is either a lie or a thief!

These sunglasses, to some extent, prevented diners from blindly showering me with food, which also completely eliminated the possibility of regular customers discovering me and quickly establishing a foothold through word of mouth. In the unfamiliar Taiping Street, losing the initial boost of repeat customers significantly increased the difficulty of getting started.

"What do you mean by 'wearing them is like not wearing them at all'—do you think these are some kind of ultra-thin Dulux sunglasses?" Lu Feng pondered seriously. "Could the difficulty of this mission lie in these sunglasses? Are you suggesting I start this mission invisible on the most popular Taiping Street, building up my customer base from scratch?"

This system is constantly fixing bugs. Could these sunglasses be the biggest challenge in this mission?

"Too easy, or too easy?" Lu Feng weighed his current skills, then thought about the terrifyingly large crowds on Taiping Street. "Could it be—that my strength has increased, making the mission seem easier?"

This thought made him feel slightly inflated for half a second, before being quickly crushed by reason. "No, the system can't be that kind. Let's look at something else—"

He turned his attention back to the "Complete Collection of Fried Rice Recipes" he had just acquired.

"Let's take a quick look first. The system is being so generous this time, giving us the whole book—"

Grade D Golden Fried Rice, Grade D Seafood Fried Rice, Grade D Mixed Fried Rice, Grade D Comet Fried Rice — a wide variety of dozens of fried rice recipes, no wonder it's called the Complete Collection.

"Wait, what does this D-level mean?" Lu Feng was stunned. He quickly flipped through the book and found that all the fried rice recipes in the book were prefixed with D-level!

"The full title should be 'The Complete D-Grade Fried Rice Recipe,' right? Did they deliberately omit 'D-Grade' to prevent me from returning it on the spot?!" Lu Feng felt his intelligence had been greatly insulted.

"Look at this Grade D seafood fried rice. Top-grade wild-caught prawns, freshly shelled but with tails left on, and the shrimp veins removed; premium scallops, made from dried scallops from the North Sea, with a diameter of over 1.8 centimeters, soaked in warm water with Shaoxing wine until plump and tender —"

This system is so generous! If I had to sell this seafood fried rice, I'd probably lose everything.

In comparison, Grade D Golden Fried Rice may look simple, but it is actually quite complex.

It uses Thai jasmine rice, oh, not the Thai jasmine rice that everyone usually buys, but the aristocrat of jasmine rice, which is only 99 yuan per kilogram.

And here come these free-range eggs! The free-range chickens are here! They forage naturally, never using artificial feed, and are managed at low density, allowing them plenty of free-range exercise.

Therefore, three yuan for a free-range egg is quite reasonable.

"Fine, fine, fine—" Lu Feng laughed in exasperation. "Anyway, it's reasonable. The cost is two free-range eggs per batch, which adds up to more than ten yuan. If I sell them all day, I can make 250 yuan, right?"

"Does this mean the system is just preventing me from making money?"

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