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The fruit felt heavy in my hand, with a warm and smooth texture, completely different from the cool and clear temperature of ordinary snow jade apples.

This is not the first time that mutated products have appeared at Lingtian Farm.

Lin Fan recalled the few clusters of wild termite mushrooms that occasionally sprouted under the roots of the century-old plum tree.

At that time, termite mushrooms were also a byproduct of the soil in Lingtian.

However, as long as the root system of that fungus is still intact, under the high-speed flow of the farm and the irrigation of the spiritual spring water, the mycelium can continue to spread and reproduce underground.

After one harvest, a large patch of crops will sprout up again in a few days, making it a renewable and stable food source.

That's why he's able to continuously brew traditional chicken oil and make chicken oil noodles a staple at his shop.

But the golden snow-white apple in front of me is completely different.

The system panel clearly states "one in ten thousand probability" and "not mass-producible".

This means that even if he ripens all the apple trees in the orchard hundreds or thousands of times, the next time he encounters this mutated fruit, it all depends on luck.

Lin Fan held the apple up to his eyes and examined it carefully.

"Contains immense vitality."

Lin Fan was well aware of the weight of those words.

Products of this grade have transcended the realm of ordinary ingredients.

Ordinary snow jade apples can cleanse the palate, relieve greasiness, and soothe the stomach. Selling them for 288 yuan a serving to the big boss as dessert is a legitimate business transaction.

But this golden apple in my hand must never be sold.

No matter whether outsiders offer millions or tens of millions, such a crucial trump card is meaningless if it's converted into cash.

Keeping them for emergencies is the safest option.

With a thought, Lin Fan directly stored the Golden Snow Jade Apple in the deepest part of the system warehouse, in a preservation compartment with absolute stillness.

Just as I put the apple away, the system's crisp notification sound rang in my mind again.

[Ding! Detected that the host has for the first time discovered and harvested a 'top-grade golden mutated product,' achieving the hidden exploration achievement: [Turning Stone into Gold] .]

[Reward: 1 chance to win a divine gourmet meal in the lucky draw.]

A chance to spin the wheel?

Lin Fan stopped and brought up the system interface.

A huge, dark gold turntable appeared in mid-air.

The farm was quiet all around, with only the sound of the flowing spring water.

Since he rarely had a chance to win a prize, Lin Fan didn't have the habit of keeping it as a decoration. He directly clicked the start button in the center of the wheel with his mind.

"Buzz—"

The enormous turntable spun rapidly, leaving behind streaks of golden afterimages.

The pointer flew quickly across the squares and finally stopped steadily on a golden square in the "Master Chef Skills" area.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the exclusive passive skill of the Divine Chef: [Multiple Controls] .]

[Skill Description: When operating in the kitchen, the host's reaction speed and coordination are greatly enhanced. The host can precisely control three stoves and multiple complex processes simultaneously. In multi-tasking cooking, the temperature and quality of the dishes remain unaffected by any distractions.]

Lin Fan looked at the skill description and nodded slightly.

This skill came at just the right time.

As the number of customers in the store increased, the morning market offered mutton and soy milk, while the lunch market offered beef brisket noodles, soup dumplings, and fried rice. He operated the kitchen alone, and the speed of serving food was limited by his hands, so there was always a physical limit.

Now with this multi-tasking skill, he can cook noodles, stir-fry rice, and steam the food all at the same time, doubling his cooking efficiency.

This is precisely the confidence needed to achieve a daily visitor count of 1,000.

Lin Fan turned off the system panel without wasting any time.

He walked to the apple tree and continued picking apples.

Lin Fan filled two large baskets with the harvest and carried them into the refrigeration area of ​​Tiangongfang.

Then, he walked into the field of golden snow soybeans.

The soybeans in the field were fully ripe. Lin Fan used tools to cut the soybean stalks, threshed the soybeans, and poured the plump soybeans into the washing tank of the fully automatic bluestone millstone.

Press the switch, and the spring water flows in, causing the millstone to emit a low, steady rotating sound.

The thick, pale yellow raw soy milk flowed continuously from the stone trough into the wooden bucket.

Lin Fan carried the wooden bucket to the large iron pot, lit a fire, boiled the soy milk, skimmed off the foam, and finally turned the heat down to a simmer until a thin layer of slightly yellow oil formed on the surface of the soy milk.

The cooked hot soy milk was divided into six large stainless steel insulated containers and sealed.

After completing all the preparations, Lin Fan washed his hands and exited the farm space.

Pushing open the door to the small storeroom, it was exactly 3:30 pm outside.

The hall was quiet; the snow outside had stopped. Faint winter sunlight streamed through the windows, falling on the clean wooden tabletop.

Su Xiaoxiao sat behind the bar, intently checking the afternoon's delivery slips.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Several of Qin Lang's bodyguards arrived at the intersection of Jin Street in a black SUV on time.

Several men in black suits pushed open the door and walked in. They greeted Lin Fan politely and quickly unloaded boxes of sour plum juice concentrate from the small warehouse onto the car.

Su Xiaoxiao checked the numbers on the form, signed it, and handed it over.

After the car drove away, the store returned to its usual quiet.

On the sofa, Tuan Tuan woke up and sat up, rubbing her eyes, holding the equally sleepy orange cat, Xia Jiao, in her arms.

"Daddy," the little girl called out softly.

Lin Fan went over and wrapped her in a blanket: "Awake? Are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry, my tummy is empty." Tuantuan nodded obediently.

"Tomato and beef brisket rice for dinner."

Lin Fan turned and walked into the kitchen.

The stewed beef brisket from the snow-capped plateau, prepared at noon, was already tender enough. He chopped two ripe, fresh tomatoes, sautéed them in a pan to release their red oil, then poured the beef brisket and its thick broth into the pan and reduced the sauce over high heat.

In less than fifteen minutes, the rich, sweet and sour aroma of meat filled the entire hall.

Two bowls of Xiangshui Gongmi rice, topped with a thick layer of tomato and beef brisket, were served.

Su Xiaoxiao washed her hands and ran over, picked up a spoon and mixed the thick sauce with the rice, then ate it in big mouthfuls. The beef brisket was tender and didn't get stuck in her teeth, and the sweet and sour taste of the tomatoes perfectly balanced the richness of the meat, making it very satisfying to eat with the rice.

Tuantuan also held her own little wooden spoon, eating until a layer of fine sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, and her little face turned rosy.

After dinner, it got completely dark.

Su Xiaoxiao greeted everyone with her bag on her back and returned to Jiangcheng University.

After Lin Fan finished cleaning up the dishes, tables and chairs, bolted the front door, turned off the lights in the hall, and carried the yawning Tuantuan upstairs to rest.

……

The next morning, at five o'clock.

The cold wind on Jin Street was still biting, and the snow on the road had been cleared to the sides, where it had frozen into a layer of hard black ice.

The queue outside Lin's shop was even longer than the day before.

At the front of the line, two familiar faces, Li Dayong and Chairman Chen, had arrived early, their hands tucked into their sleeves to keep warm.

Behind them, besides dozens of Jiangnan University students wrapped in thick down jackets, there were also many nearby white-collar workers and neighbors who rushed over after hearing the news.