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

Lu Feng looked up, quite surprised. "Teacher Wang?"

The person in front of me was actually Wang Jia, a teacher at Yingcai Primary School.

He quickly greeted her, "Teacher Wang, you're working out here too?"

Wang Jia chuckled, "Haha, come over after school to work out. But you, Boss Lu, why aren't you selling your perfectly good sizzling noodles? Why are you making chicken cutlets now?"

She took a sniff, and it smelled just like the spicy chicken noodles, as fragrant as ever. But she quickly looked puzzled. "If you sold it near the school gate, I guarantee your business would be booming. Why did you choose this place? Let me tell you, people here don't like this kind of high-oil, high-fat stuff."

Teacher Wang is indeed an honest person. Lu Feng sighed softly. How could he not understand?

He answered with a lame excuse he'd thought of for a long time: "To be honest, I really enjoy researching snacks and challenging myself. If I can sell fried chicken cutlets to people who are on a diet, it means my taste has been recognized!"

Wang Jia was completely stunned. Good heavens, they're challenging themselves to sell fried chicken cutlets to people who are on a diet?

Listen to this! Is this something a normal person would say? What kind of outrageous language is this? How can there be such a huge generation gap when we're all recent college graduates?

"Teacher Wang, don't underestimate this fried chicken cutlet. Thanks to my careful preparation, it's lower in calories than others!"

"Then I'll come back to patronize your business later." Wang Jia couldn't stand the smell, so she quickly ran to the gym, afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would eat the fried chicken cutlet first.

She's a very organized person; she works out so she can enjoy delicious food even more! So, always work out first, then eat!

Sigh, I thought I could make my first sale with Teacher Wang Jia.

The people coming out of the gym were all quite strange, swallowing hard and frowning at themselves, which puzzled Lu Feng greatly.

"Who gave you permission to sell fried chicken here!" Another girl stormed over, launching into a tirade without a word. "Don't you know you're not allowed to sell high-oil, high-fat foods here?!"

Lu Feng said, "I specifically checked, and there's no rule saying that setting up stalls is prohibited here."

"Don't you understand? We don't allow you to display fried chicken cutlets like that!"

Lu Feng was speechless upon hearing this. Wasn't it my freedom to set it up here?

The girl continued, "We come here to sweat, to be disciplined, and to be mindful of every bite we eat. You think you can ruin our efforts by just pushing a cart and adding some aroma? Do you know how much it takes to build even a little bit of muscle? We're counting calories with every breath we take!"

"If you want to make money, go to the night market. Selling 'calorie bombs' outside the gym is no different from selling cigarettes outside a school!"

You don't have to eat it! How can you say I'm tempting you? Of course, Lu Feng only dared to say this in his heart. He was almost ready to raise his hands in protest. "Okay, okay, that's reasonable and convincing. If the system hadn't held a knife to my throat, I would have really left."

Lu Feng replied calmly, "You're absolutely right. You do need to control your diet to work out, so..."

He picked up a cardboard box containing freshly cut chicken cutlets, golden and crispy, which looked incredibly appetizing.

This is his new strategy: food tasting!

"As you probably know, a typical serving of chicken cutlet has 500 calories. Our secret-recipe chicken cutlet, a 150-gram serving, only has 320 calories. If you only order half a serving, it's only 160 calories!"

"What?" The girl was stunned. You're making excuses by reducing the portion size? But the calories really do seem to be less. She continued, "Really?"

"I've kept the fat content as low as possible. You can try a small piece; it's less than 10 calories. If you don't like it, I'll leave right now!"

This is an experience learned at Yingcai Primary School: even the best wine needs advertising. By sacrificing one chicken cutlet, you can let others try it for free. Once there's a first, there will be a second.

The girl had come up to criticize him, but she didn't expect him to be so composed and dignified.

The box of sample chicken cutlets, which was right next to me, emitted an enticing aroma.

She thought for a moment, even if it's fried chicken, a small piece only has about 10 calories. Only by eating this small piece can I find a reason to get rid of this boss.

For the health of all my fellow fitness enthusiasts, I have to eat!

She successfully convinced herself, forked a small piece of chicken cutlet, and put it in her mouth.

The crust is crispy; the moment your teeth touch it, it makes a crisp, crunchy sound—a sensation you've never experienced before, bringing pure joy.

The inside was tender and juicy, breaking through the flaky crust. What greeted her was not the dry, brittle texture she had expected; instead, she felt a springy, tender mouthfeel.

Even though she had never seen how the other person prepared the chicken breast, she felt as if she had witnessed the cooking process firsthand.

Holy crap, what kind of amazing chicken cutlet is this?! She chewed slowly, swallowed, and unconsciously took another piece.

It wasn't until her companion tugged at her that she snapped out of her reverie and came back to reality. "Lin Xueqing, you actually ate fried chicken cutlet."

Lin Xueqing was stunned when she saw that half of the sample chicken cutlet was missing from the box. Was this the one I ate?

She turned to her companion, whose expression was unfriendly, and said, "Xiao Jie, you have to believe me. I just wanted to get rid of him! I am, I am Yuanyang's!"

The girl called Xiao Jie was completely stunned. Was this really the anti-fat pioneer? She angrily exclaimed, "You actually ate hot pot behind my back?!"

There was no time to explain. Seeing that her true colors had been exposed, Lin Xueqing forked a piece of chicken cutlet and stuffed it into the other person's open mouth.

"Ugh, damn it." Xiao Jie didn't expect her best friend to pull this stunt. Did she think I was like her, that I would bow down to sinful grease?

No, I really will bow my head. Xiao Jie was immersed in the delicious taste she hadn't experienced in so long. Had I just not eaten this for too long? The chicken cutlet I remembered wasn't like this—oily and dry. If I had eaten chicken cutlet like this back then, would I still be on a diet?

Lu Feng watched the two of them, taking turns eating the sample chicken cutlet, and finally showed his dissatisfaction. "Ladies, are you going to buy any?"

The two who had been so aggressive were now speechless. Lin Xueqing thought to herself, "If you had told me it was so delicious earlier, I wouldn't have dared to speak so loudly."

"Buy it! This one too, how much?"

Lu Feng replied, "It's 10 yuan a serving, but this is a sample, so I won't charge you."

The girl named Xiaojie then noticed the price and was shocked. "It's so expensive! It's the same price as Fuxin Chicken Cutlet, but the portion is smaller."

"Our secret recipe chicken cutlet has a relatively high cost, please understand. You can go to Fuxin Chicken Cutlet to eat it."

The two girls quickly shook their heads; the fried chicken was too oily and dry. Lin Xueqing hurriedly said, "Buy! How much?"

Xiao Jie didn't hesitate at all, "We've practiced so hard today, let's indulge ourselves this once, one serving each."

An hour later.

After a vigorous workout, Wang Jia took a shower and suddenly thought of Boss Lu.

"With Boss Lu here, business probably won't be too good. His spicy chicken noodles are so delicious, his chicken cutlet must be alright too."

"I promised to take care of Boss Lu's business, so I'll treat myself today."

Wang Jia picked up her backpack and left the gym.