Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Tsk, rich people are different, even when they smoke Huazi cigarettes, they specifically choose the soft packs," Liu Yu joked with a smile.

"One bag per person, don't think it's too little—any more would make your pockets bulge," Lin Quan said with a laugh.

We found a small restaurant nearby, ordered three meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, and ate heartily.

After returning to the house, Lin Quan taught them how to make soup and chili oil step by step.

Just after 2 p.m., Liu Yu and Ma Tao set off to the CDC to get their health certificates.

Before 4:30, the two had already returned with their marriage certificate.

Customers came in waves, some buying one serving, others taking away three or four.

"Brother Quan, the bucket is almost empty." Liu Yu looked down at the half-empty bucket of cold noodles.

"I'll cook right away." Lin Quan turned and went into the house, cooking thirty handfuls of dry noodles in one go.

Around six o'clock, the flow of customers slowed down. He glanced at the remaining cold noodles, gave a shout, and the three of them pushed their tricycle towards the night market.

Before we even reached that bustling area outside the university town, the last bowl in the bucket was sold out.

Within two days, the name "Ah Quan Cold Noodles" had spread throughout the neighborhood.

Many people figured it was too late and assumed the stalls had already closed, so they simply didn't go to the urban village.

Fortunately, the city management officers had gone off duty, and they didn't block the road. They walked around selling their noodles, and after about half an hour, they were all sold out.

"All-you-can-eat barbecue tonight." Lin Quan parked his tricycle on the side of the road and walked straight to the roadside stall.

"Brother Quan, how much did we make today?" Liu Yu asked as he rolled up his sleeves.

"A total of 150 bundles of dry noodles were used, with each bundle yielding nine bowls. Each bowl made a net profit of 7.7 yuan—which adds up to a little over 10,300 yuan." Lin Quan calculated with his fingers.

"It's broken 10,000?!" Liu Yu was stunned.

"Almost there." Ma Tao's eyes lit up.

"If we keep working at this pace, we'll easily make three million a year, crushing 99% of those who sit in offices," Liu Yu blurted out.

"Once the business license is issued and a month has passed, the tax registration needs to be completed..." Lin Quan paused before speaking.

Currently, 99% of stall owners never file taxes, but Lin Quan doesn't plan to make a living selling cold noodles for the rest of his life—he can't afford to miss a single penny of the taxes he owes.

A few years ago, Bingbing's career ended; Huang Ya's career also ended...

Since no one has exposed it and the amount involved isn't large, there's a high probability that nothing will happen.

But money is something that attracts a lot of attention. If someone gets jealous and tries to sabotage you, being accused of "tax evasion" is no laughing matter.

After a satisfying meal, everyone dispersed.

The next morning at six o'clock, Lin Quan went to the vegetable market and then went into the hardware store.

Replace the gas pipes and the high-powered stove heads.

Just as the first batch of cold noodles was prepared, Liu Yu and Ma Tao, who had finished getting their certificates, pushed open the door and came in.

"Look, guys! This is Little Chef's Cold Noodles! My neighbor says he's never had more authentic cold noodles in his life..."

A food vlogger with fresh makeup and a tall figure burst in, holding her phone and pointing the camera directly at the stall.

"How many bowls would you like?" Liu Yu asked as he approached.

"One bowl, please." The female anchor scanned the QR code and paid ten yuan.

Liu Yu was in charge of making the noodles, Ma Tao prepared the sauce, and Lin Quan was in charge of slicing the cucumbers.

"Look, folks! This knife skill is so clean and precise. I can confidently say it's absolutely authentic!" Liu Qian, the livestream host, shouted with a smile.

"Stop with the small talk and get to the point: is the cold noodle soup delicious or not?"

She picked up a piece with her chopsticks, put it in her mouth, her eyes lit up, and she blurted out, "It smells so good..."

"Brother Quan, the noodles are almost gone." Liu Yu glanced down at the last stainless steel bucket.

There are three buckets in total, each containing thirty bundles of dried noodles mixed with cold noodles.

One bundle of dry noodles yields nine portions, totaling over eight hundred portions across three buckets.

"There aren't many cucumbers left. Once they're sold out, we'll close up shop. I'll cook lunch." Lin Quan wiped his hands.

"Okay," Liu Yu replied readily.

"Boss, this isn't very kind of you. I've made a wasted trip," Customer A said, frowning.

"Would you like a rice bowl? It's ten yuan a serving," Lin Quan asked.

If you buy groceries in the morning and the business is so booming, who would want to spend time going out to eat?

"Okay, the sooner the better." Customer A nodded.

"Count me in!" "Me too!" The group immediately chimed in.

"Hello Mr. Lin, this is Liu Qian. Can I livestream you cooking?" She held up her phone and leaned closer.

"Okay." Lin Quan nodded and said with a smile, "My surname is Lin, Lin Quan."

He put several bowls of rice in the rice cooker, then took out the thoroughly cooked pork belly and carefully sliced ​​it into uniformly thick pieces.

"Your knife skills are so good, why don't you slice it thinner?" Liu Qian asked curiously.

"If the pork is too thin, it will become tough when stir-fried. You have to put it in cold water with ginger slices, peppercorns, and salt, and stew it until it's thoroughly cooked—that's what makes proper twice-cooked pork," he said as he cut the pork.

"You graduated from New Oriental?" Liu Qian asked thoughtfully.

"I've never been to school, I figured it all out on my own." Lin Quan stir-fried the twice-cooked pork and then quickly stir-fried a plate of shredded potatoes.

That thread was so fine you could thread a needle through it—if you tried it with an embroidery needle, you could definitely get through.

After the twice-cooked pork is cooked, it is served in seven portions and sold at ten yuan per portion.

Liu Qian bought a serving, and her lips curled into a smile after the first bite.

With fast internet speeds, news travels faster than the wind.

Someone casually filmed a short video, never expecting it to go viral.

More than a decade ago, there were already streamers online who would sing a few lines to gain popularity.

In recent years, live streaming has experienced explosive growth.

A mobile phone and a pair of feet are all it takes to go to the fields to catch eels, to go to the beach to dig for crabs, and to squat by the river to fish – all collectively known as "outdoor live streaming".

There are also lazy people who specifically choose kitchen shots to become food vloggers and make a living.

They even went so far as to say, "I'm using the money you gave me for the meal to try it out for you first."

Those who are good-looking and have a good temperament will not have to worry about popularity when they start broadcasting, and donations will naturally keep coming.

Want to stand out if you're just average-looking? You either need to be a great actress or have a lucky life.

Lin Quan often watches three live streamers, one of whom is You Shan Erha, who mainly helps left-behind children and promotes local products out of the village;

One of them is the fourth brother, a down-to-earth man who is family-oriented, responsible, and never hesitates to donate money.

There was also a fisherman named Deng Lian, who was very skilled at fishing. While others fished for fun or profit, he did something different—he traded fish for grain, oil, and daily necessities, and hardly ever sold them for money.

Liu Qian is around 1.7 meters tall, with flawless features, a slender waist and legs, and long, straight legs. As for her number of followers? Lin Quan didn't check in detail—there are just too many online streamers.

"Boss Lin, with your skills, you really don't plan to open a shop?" Liu Qian asked.

"I've thought about it," he answered frankly.

What kinds of dishes do you usually cook?

"I can serve 99% of the world's dishes," he said simply.

Having lived in the world of American variety shows for nearly five thousand years, my favorite thing to do in my spare time is to explore, dissect, and recreate all kinds of delicacies.

In the vast universe of Swallowing the Stars, he has endured countless eras, and his culinary skills at the stove are now unmatched.

On the surface, both the American variety show world and the Swallowed Star world are fictional worlds born from a treasure trove.

But walking through it is no different from experiencing real combat.

As soon as he stepped back onto the real ground, Lin Quan glanced at the person and immediately knew something was wrong.

"Boss, you're being too modest," Liu Qian remarked with a smile.