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Lin Fan stood by the vat, timing the time.

In just eight minutes, the originally scattered flour had been kneaded into a huge, round, and smooth dough.

The machine automatically stopped operating.

Lin Fan reached into the vat, pinched off a corner of the dough, and gently pulled it outwards.

The dough stretches and thins on your fingertips until it becomes translucent, like a cicada's wing. You can even see the texture of your fingers through the light, while the edges of the film remain resilient and undamaged.

Perfect film formation.

To achieve this level of gluten network, even a seasoned master baker with decades of experience would have to work up a sweat and suffer from sore arms from kneading by hand.

Now, this constant-temperature stone vat can produce a large vat every eight minutes.

Lin Fan released his grip, letting the dough shrink back into the stone vat.

With these two pieces of equipment at Tiangongfang, the bottleneck in material preparation that had been troubling him for many days was finally eradicated.

Whether it's cutting hundreds of kilograms of meat or making hundreds of kilograms of pastries and dough, as long as the raw materials are sufficient, the machine can handle it all in just over ten minutes.

The efficiency of the kitchen's initial preparation has increased more than tenfold.

Lin Fan let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relaxation throughout his body.

Now that the hardware facilities have been fully upgraded, the previously strained food supply can now be greatly expanded without any concerns.

Lin Fan walked out of the Tiangong Workshop and came to the edge of the farmland.

Without wasting any time, he activated the system's "one-click harvest" function and harvested all the fully mature high-gluten wheat, golden snow soybeans, purple jade winter bamboo shoots, and various green vegetables in the spiritual field and stored them in the warehouse.

Next, he went to the livestock area and retrieved four whole, cleaned black mountain pigs, as well as dozens of fresh Lingquan River fish.

All the raw materials were sorted and transported to Tiangongfang.

The cutting machine and the kneading drum roared to life again.

Shredded winter bamboo shoots, neatly diced meat, paper-thin pieces of beef brisket, finely minced fish paste, and batches of perfectly kneaded, chewy dough were all efficiently processed in just over half an hour and neatly stacked into refrigerated boxes.

When I pushed open the door of the small warehouse and walked out, it was only four o'clock in the afternoon.

The lobby was very quiet.

The winter sun, setting in the west, streamed through the sparkling clean glass windows, casting long shadows on the floor.

Su Xiaoxiao sat behind the bar, resting her chin on one hand and using a calculator to check the accounts with the other.

Hearing the warehouse door open, Su Xiaoxiao looked up and saw Lin Fan come out. She smiled and asked, "Brother Lin, have you finished inventorying the dried goods inside?"

"Hmm, that's almost done."

Lin Fan walked to the pool and washed his face. The water washed away his fatigue, and he looked very energetic.

He took a tissue to wipe his face, walked to the bar, and his gaze fell on the ledger in front of Su Xiaoxiao.

"Xiaoxiao, adjust the shift schedule and ordering rules for the day after tomorrow."

Su Xiaoxiao paused slightly in her hand holding the pen, and looked up with some confusion.

The number of customers in the store has increased dramatically in the past few days.

From the familiar big boss at the morning market to a large group of college students rushing to grab seats for their final exams, the threshold is practically worn down every time the doors open.

Although she and Lin Yi were running around in the lobby, Lin Ge was the only one in the kitchen who could handle everything from cutting and preparing the ingredients, cooking noodles, making soup, and tossing the wok.

Even with the best physical condition, who can withstand such high-intensity, non-stop work every day?

Could it be that Brother Lin is also feeling a bit tired and is planning to reduce the amount of food to catch his breath?

Thinking of this, Su Xiaoxiao tentatively asked in a low voice, "Adjust what? Brother Lin, is it that we're reducing the amount of soy milk tomorrow?"

"No reduction."

Lin Fan's expression was calm, and his tone was crisp and decisive: "Starting tomorrow, the supply of freshly ground soy milk at the morning market will be increased by 400 cups on top of the existing supply."

"Another four hundred cups?!"

Su Xiaoxiao nearly dropped her pen on the table. She stared wide-eyed at Lin Fan, and couldn't help but whisper a reminder:

"Brother Lin, adding another four hundred cups is no small amount; that's already double the usual amount. If we need to make eight hundred cups of soy milk in just two hours at the morning market, plus the mutton hot pot and noodles, how can you manage the kitchen preparations all by yourself?"

She knew that Lin Fan was the kind of person who did everything himself and never bought half-finished products from outside.

The workload for making these soy milk products is staggering, just from washing the soybeans and grinding them into a paste.

"I've already taken care of the material preparation, so don't worry about that."

Looking at the calm and confident expression on Lin Fan's face, Su Xiaoxiao's doubts vanished instantly.

Having worked with Lin Fan for so long, she had long understood one thing—Boss Lin never made empty promises. Since he dared to double the supply, it meant that the kitchen was absolutely confident it could handle it.

"Very good!"

Su Xiaoxiao clenched her fist tightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement: "Brother Lin, you don't know, many customers who didn't get to eat noodles at noon today were almost crying with anxiety."

"The students in the university town kept turning back as they walked, all regretting that they wouldn't be able to have this meal before the holidays and before they could go back to their hometowns."

"If we can add this much more quantity tomorrow, those people outside will be ecstatic!"

Lin Fan smiled faintly: "Sell as much as you can make. Correct the inventory data in the system and double-check the delivery slips."

"Alright! I'll fix it right away!" Su Xiaoxiao was full of energy and immediately started typing rapidly on the keyboard.

4:30 PM.

A series of muffled engine sounds came from the intersection of Jin Street.

Qin Lang parked his black Mercedes-Benz G-Class on the side of the road right on time.

A truck followed closely behind.

The car door opened, and several people jumped out, walking into the store as if they knew the way well, and carrying boxes of sour plum juice concentrate prepared in the warehouse onto the car.

Qin Lang, wrapped in a thick coat, swayed as he walked in, twirling his car keys in his hand.

He walked up to the bar, looked at Lin Fan, and greeted him with a smile.

Qin Lang pulled out a chair and sat down, then casually picked up a clean, snow-white apple from the bar and took a big bite.

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and the cool, sweet juice instantly made Qin Lang raise an eyebrow.

After a few crunches, Qin Lang let out a satisfied sigh: "Brother Lin, this apple of yours is amazing. I had a greasy lunch with my dad at the hotel today, and chewing on this half apple made my stomach feel much better immediately."

He was chewing on an apple when his gaze fell on the small blackboard on the bar counter, and he suddenly paused.

"Holy crap, Brother Lin, the soy milk price is doubling tomorrow? Are you planning something big?!"

Qin Lang turned his head, looking at Lin Fan with surprise: "Can you manage all this in the kitchen by yourself? Should I transfer a couple of quick-handed chopping board operators from the Junyue kitchen to help you?"

"No need," Lin Fan said calmly. "I know how to handle the food delivery. You just need to manage the shipments from your fleet."