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"Let's change the blackboard later," Lin Fan said with a smile. He calmly carried another plate of pan-fried buns out of the kitchen and placed it on the bar counter.

"Pan-fried buns are 188 yuan a serving, four buns in total."

"Okay!"

Su Xiaoxiao was full of energy. She finished the remaining pan-fried buns on the plate in a few bites, wiped her mouth clean, and turned to the front desk to get chalk to rewrite on the blackboard.

It was exactly six o'clock in the morning.

"Crunch—"

The heavy, antique-style wooden door of Lin's shop slowly opened from the inside right on time.

A wave of warm air, a mixture of the aroma of crispy fried buns, piping hot soy milk, and cloud tea, surged through the gate and into the snow-covered street!

Su Xiaoxiao hung the revised blackboard on the wooden frame, turned sideways, and called out in a clear, crisp voice:

"Lin's Shop is now open for business! Our new pan-fried buns are available! Please come in, everyone!"

Su Xiaoxiao's clear voice echoed in the crisp morning air.

The long queue, which had been stamping its feet in the snow from the cold, instantly came to life. The crowd started moving and quickly surged up the steps into the lobby.

This team is noticeably different from usual.

Besides familiar faces like Li Dayong and Chairman Chen, a large part of the group consisted of young college students pushing large suitcases and carrying heavy backpacks.

The suitcase's hard wheels rolled on the frozen snow, making a dull, continuous "rolling" sound.

"Oh my, young lady, with all those bags and bundles, are you going on a long trip?"

As Li Dayong walked into the gate, he glanced at a female student with a ponytail and a large pink suitcase next to him and teased her.

The female student pulled her wool scarf down a little, exhaled a puff of white breath, and replied with a smile, "Uncle, the whole school finished its exams today, and winter vacation has officially started. I'm catching the 11 a.m. high-speed train back to my hometown for the Chinese New Year."

"You even came to queue up before dawn to catch the high-speed train?" Li Dayong chuckled.

"Of course." The female student patted the suitcase next to her, her tone very confident.

"I haven't been able to eat Mr. Lin's cooking for more than a month since I went back to my hometown. If I don't get to eat this today, I'll be agonizing over it for the whole winter vacation while sitting on the high-speed train."

Li Dayong laughed heartily and nodded in deep agreement: "You have good taste! If it were me, I would also eat my fill before leaving."

The lobby curtains were completely lifted, and a wave of warm air rushed out.

The students skillfully lined up their suitcases neatly against the wall, and then, without even taking off their thick down jackets, they quickly found empty seats in twos and threes.

Li Dayong and Chairman Chen walked to their usual spot at the large square table by the window and glanced up at the small blackboard standing next to the bar.

Upon seeing this, Li Dayong's eyes lit up.

At the top of the blackboard, in addition to the original menu, a line of eye-catching chalk writing appeared:

【Secret Recipe Crispy Bottom Pan-Fried Buns: NT$188/serving (4 buns)】

Freshly ground, traditionally made pure soy milk: NT$100 per cup (Double supply today)

"Pan-fried buns? 188 yuan a serving?"

Li Dayong reached out and touched his smooth chin, then turned to Chairman Chen and smiled:

"Old Lin's new dishes are coming out fast! We just had those juicy snow apples yesterday, and today he's made pan-fried buns. A serving of four, almost fifty yuan a bun, that's interesting."

Chairman Chen took off his scarf and draped it over the back of his chair, then calmly sat down: "Boss Lin never considers market prices when setting prices; he only considers the ingredients themselves. 188 yuan a serving means the minced meat and dough are definitely not ordinary. Young lady!"

"Hey! Mr. Chen, what is it?" Su Xiaoxiao came running over, holding an ordering machine in her hand.

"The usual, one lamb hot pot and two cups of freshly ground soy milk." Chairman Chen held up two fingers. "Also, bring our table a serving of these new pan-fried buns to try first."

Li Dayong immediately chimed in, "One serving isn't enough! Bring two servings of pan-fried buns! We got up early today, our stomachs are so empty, bring an extra serving!"

"Alright! One mutton hot pot, two soy milk, two pan-fried buns!" Su Xiaoxiao quickly tapped a few times on the screen, and the order flew to the kitchen instantly.

The sounds of people ordering food from other seats in the lobby also rose and fell.

"Boss, we'd like two cups of hot soy milk and one order of pan-fried buns!"

"I'd like a bowl of beef brisket noodles and a cup of soy milk!"

"Give us a serving of pan-fried buns!"

The dozens of tables were almost all filled within three minutes, packed with students rushing to the train station and nearby office workers.

In the completely transparent open kitchen, Lin Fan stood in front of two huge cast iron frying pans.

Hearing the order notification from the ordering machine, Lin Fan remained calm, and the [Multiple Controls] skill in his mind flowed naturally.

His hands moved swiftly between the stove and the cutting board, leaving behind a series of steady and efficient afterimages.

With his left hand, he lifted the oil bottle and flicked his wrist slightly, letting the clear, rich lard slide evenly down the edge of the two 80-centimeter-long frying pans.

With his right hand, he had already opened the lower refrigerator drawer and grabbed a row of plump, white pan-fried buns with cornstarch on the bottom.

"Sizzle—"

The raw dough is placed in the pan and comes into contact with the boiling hot lard, instantly producing a crisp, crackling sound as it is fried.

Lin Fan worked with both hands simultaneously.

With the left hand, quickly arrange the raw dough pieces clockwise in the iron pot on the left, and with the right hand, arrange them counterclockwise in the iron pot on the right.

The spacing between each pan-fried bun is precisely maintained at about half a centimeter, leaving room for expansion and fermentation.

In just twenty seconds, two large iron pots were neatly filled with two hundred round pan-fried buns.

Lin Fan grabbed a ladle, scooped up the flour water that had already been mixed, and poured it all over the edge of the pot with a "whoosh"!

"Boom—Sizzle—!"

When the scalding hot oil meets the flour and water, white steam rises from the pot like a thick fog.

Lin Fan grabbed the two heavy, thick cedar wood pot lids with both hands and placed them on the rim of the pot.

Full power.

High-temperature steam circulates wildly inside the sealed wooden lid, quickly steaming and expanding the surface of the buns.

At the same time, Lin Fan shifted his feet slightly and arrived at the control panel next to him.

With his left hand, he opened the valve of the thermos, and the hot, thick soy milk flowed smoothly into the white porcelain cup, stopping just a finger's width below the rim.

With his right hand, he held a long-handled iron ladle, scooping thick broth from the boiling bone broth pot and precisely pouring it into the cooked noodle bowl. His movements were fluid and smooth, without the slightest pause despite tending to two large frying pans.

The diners in the lobby were all mesmerized as they watched Lin Fan skillfully maneuvering between several large pots through the glass display case.

"This Boss Lin... does he have eyes in his hands?" A male student who was recording with his phone couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

"She manages two large frying pans by herself and can still find time to cook noodles and make soy milk. She's so fast it's like she has special effects."

Li Dayong leaned back in his chair, stunned: "Wow, I used to think Lao Lin was quick enough at cooking, but today's serving speed is probably faster than the entire kitchen teams of those hotels combined."