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

Chapter 93 Today you ignore me, tomorrow… (Bonus Chapter)

It was exactly 6:00 PM.

Lu Feng straightened his aching back and threw the last rag, covered in rust from 1982, into the bucket. The murky water reflected his lifeless face.

After a thorough cleaning, the courtyard and cottage are no longer the Indian version; they look clean and hygienic.

Outside, Taiping Street must be filled with the sounds of people and the aromas of food, with long queues of foodies forming one after another.

How did that song go again? "The place is already bustling with noise, and food lovers are on their way."

"I know he traveled through wind and rain, and did not enjoy the sunset along the way."

"Walking through crowds, just to get ripped off by delicious food!"

All this liveliness, hustle and bustle, and vibrant life has nothing to do with Lufeng, which is just a few walls away.

The beauty of the world is inextricably linked to me, but I only feel its warmth towards the shops outside that wall.

It was eerily quiet here. Closing the small, clean iron gate, revealing its original green paint, immediately shut out the occasional footsteps from the alleyway outside and the distant, indistinct clamor of the main street. The patch of sky above, now cut off, was gradually being tinged with a greyish-blue by the twilight.

The only thing that could be clearly heard was the faint sound of clinking glasses, suppressed laughter, and indistinct conversation coming from Taiheyou next door.

"Yes, yes, the excitement is theirs, I have nothing." Lu Feng muttered to himself, truly a lonely paulownia tree in a deep courtyard locking in the clear autumn, a tangled mess that cannot be untangled, a sorrowful feeling!

Time was of the essence; he couldn't leave his stall to sell or promote his wares, yet he couldn't find a single person in sight.

Time ticked by, and the zero score on the system screen was glaringly obvious. Lu Feng couldn't leave to solicit customers, nor could he yell "Brothers, come to my rescue!" in the QQ and Green Bubble groups. He felt like he'd been hit by a Corpse Demon Sealing Technique, completely cut off from the world.

If there are no customers, no one will eat, and if no one eats, the mission will fail, and the 50,000 yuan bonus will disappear!

"Or is the system itself scheming and still unrepentant!" Lu Feng fiddled with the high-tech sunglasses in his hand. What use were these things? He was completely blinded by the system's feint.

He finally understood why the shops in such a bustling place as Taiping Street had the same prices as the stalls in Qingzhushan! And why the fried rice was only priced at 18 yuan a serving this time!

This is a godforsaken place where only birds poop. He even wondered why they were charging rent for shops! As long as there are people, even if the fried rice is expensive, people will still buy it. But if there are no people, then there's no one at all?

Lu Feng's gaze suddenly fixed on the windows of Taiheyou. A thought, like a spark ignited in the darkness, suddenly ignited within him.

It smells good! I smell good too!

It's like being at Kaiyuan Temple. I can't move or do any promotional work, but who am I, Lu Feng, and what do I rely on? It's the aroma of delicious food!

Invisible penetration is the most deadly! Fragrance attacks are impossible to defend against!

Without further ado, Lu Feng laboriously carried the special stove for fried rice out of the small house and placed it in the center of the courtyard. He carefully compared and adjusted the direction of the stove with his thumb, ensuring that the trajectory of the rising steam was like "Dongfeng Express," heading straight for that window of hope with precision and hitting the target in one shot!

Light the fire, heat the pan, and pour in the oil.

The yolk of free-range eggs slides into the boiling oil, releasing an enticing aroma. Overnight Thai jasmine rice is added to the pot, tumbling and dancing in the hot oil. As the egg flowers splash into the rice, a golden hue spreads out.

Finally, the soul-crushing blow came from a scallion as white as jade.

"Sizzle!!!"

It was like a miniature aroma nuclear bomb detonating in the small courtyard! The exquisite fragrance of scallions blended with the aroma of toasted rice and the rich flavor of eggs...

The richness of the oils created a swirling, persistent aroma that surged toward Taiheyou's open window!

Lu Feng held his breath, pricked up his ears, and waited expectantly for the reaction from upstairs.

The first second, silence.

The fifth second passed in silence.

The tenth second — the faint commotion upstairs seemed to pause for a moment?

At the fifteen-second mark, a clearly angry roar faintly came through, "Who the hell is smoking? First day in our smoke-free kitchen?"

Immediately following was a slightly flustered young voice, "Report, report, boss! It wasn't me!"

"If it's not you, then who is it? Is this some kind of ghost?!"

A few seconds later, a head wearing a white chef's hat poked out of the window, looked around, and quickly locked onto Lu Feng in the courtyard downstairs. Then it withdrew and said, "Boss, I see him. That courtyard in the alley downstairs, it's usually empty, but today some idiot is making fried rice in his own yard."

Lu Feng: "???"

How did I become an idiot? Can't you smell the delicious fried rice? Why isn't my invincible weapon working? They can only smell the smoke?

Before Lu Feng could even complain, a middle-aged man poked his head out, looking down at him with impatience, "The fried rice vendor downstairs!"

Please put out your fire. This smoke is seriously affecting the quality of our smoke-free kitchen! Don't you know the rules?

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng's temper flared. He retorted calmly, "You're in business, and so am I. That's all."

"If you're getting angry while smoking, just close the window, okay? How can that seriously affect you?"

"Hey, doing business?" The voice of the shop assistant who had peeked out earlier rang out, his tone laced with undisguised sarcasm. "Brother, this is your family's ancestral shop, you've chosen a rather unique location, aren't you? You've managed to find such a spot in this bustling Taiping Street."

After a while.

"Pfft. Okay, okay, stop arguing. You actually just want to cook, right?"

"Well, our boss said he sees you've had a tough time. Put the fire out, and Taiheyou will give you a free meal! Order whatever you like!"

"Have you heard of Taiheyou? Even the cheapest vegetable dish here costs 58 yuan a serving. Today, our signature Secret Recipe Blue Dragon is 288 yuan a serving. Take your pick, how about that? Pretty good deal, right?"

What seemed like well-intentioned words were met with sarcasm by Lu Feng.

"Thanks, but no need," Lu Feng laughed. "I'll just cook it myself. We'll keep to ourselves. Do you even care about the air outside your hotel?"

"You!" The waiter upstairs seemed to have not expected Lu Feng to be so tough, and was speechless for a moment.

Then, with a loud bang, the window was slammed shut.

The other party closed the kitchen window.

Lu Feng stood in the gradually darkening courtyard, curling his lip. "Heh, you ignore me today, but tomorrow you'll be begging for my attention."

He had no interest in dealing with the other party anymore; this approach was not working, so it seemed he had to try another one.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

"Huh, is someone knocking at the door?" Lu Feng's spirits lifted! Could it be that someone destined to meet him has been drawn here by the aroma?

?

He was so busy arguing with the people upstairs that he forgot to open the courtyard gate! What a blunder! He quickly stepped forward and pulled open the small iron gate.

Two people were standing outside the door.

The good news is: people did come, and more than one at that.

The bad news is: it wasn't a diner who came, it was the police.

Good grief, you can't take a joke, huh? Just call 110 now?

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