Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"I've set myself a small goal—to create the world's most advanced chip within three years." As Lin Quan finished speaking, the room fell silent.

"Brother Quan, you even know about chips?" Liu Yu's eyes widened.

"I've always had an exceptionally good memory since I was little..." Lin Quan casually made up a line, and it flowed very smoothly.

It's 2025 now, and you still don't have many books at home? Can't you just learn online?

Even without a SIM card, the phone is connected to Wi-Fi. You can do anything from researching information and watching tutorials to running simulations.

"You really understand chips?" Ma Tao asked, still somewhat skeptical.

"Current silicon-based chips are outdated; they can't even compare to graphene chips. I've figured out a 'precision crystal' approach—if all goes well, the performance of precision crystal chips will far surpass that of graphene." Lin Quan's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Why don't you just fly to the sky?" Ma Tao looked up at the sky, which was a clear, bright blue, without even a bird feather floating down.

"I've simulated a miniature reactor. If we installed a few of them, hovering an aircraft carrier off the ground wouldn't be difficult at all," Lin Quan said calmly.

"Boss, you're going off on a tangent." Liu Qian was momentarily speechless.

"The truth is right here, but nobody believes it. Fine, once I've raised enough money, I'll start trial production of precision-engineered wafers, precision-engineered batteries, and miniature reactors—once these things are actually made..." Lin Quan's voice was very calm.

"Brother Quan, with such solid technology, wouldn't it be better to just sell it to a big company?" Liu Yu asked.

"Boss, where did you work before you started selling cold noodles?" Liu Qian asked casually.

"Feiyang Machinery Factory, quality inspection." Lin Quan answered crisply.

"Why not go to a company like Xia Wei's?" Liu Qian asked, puzzled.

"When we first graduated, Xiawei wasn't very successful. It was only because of the pressure from the United States that it was able to go global. The factory was easy, and the salary wasn't high or low. A few years passed in the blink of an eye." Lin Quan replied naturally.

"So why did you decide to sell cold noodles?" Liu Qian glanced down at her phone. The number of viewers in the live stream was soaring, donations were pouring in, and the chat was buzzing with activity.

"I'm getting old, and my family is pressuring me to earn some real money," Lin Quan said frankly.

"How much can you earn in a day?" Liu Qian pressed.

"Not many. A few thousand the day before yesterday, ten thousand yesterday, and today it's estimated to break ten thousand again."

"So many?" Liu Qian was stunned.

"One bundle of dried noodles weighs one kilogram and makes nine bowls of cold noodles; we used 150 bundles yesterday; we've already sold 90 bundles today, and we'll sell another 90 later. We make a net profit of seven dollars and seventy cents per bowl." Lin Quan didn't hide anything.

These days, nine and a half out of ten people agree on one principle:

For an honest person with no money, going on blind dates is a waste of both money and energy.

Rent a luxury car, put on a great performance, and you might just get both wealth and sex.

"Boss, do you still sell twice-cooked pork rice bowls tonight?" Customer A's eyes lit up.

He hadn't had enough of that flavor yet.

"I'm not doing it anymore, it's too much trouble." Lin Quan shook his head.

"Twenty-one portions, is that alright?" Customer A asked again.

"I'll offer thirty," Gu Keyi immediately replied.

In many noodle shops in Haizhou, a single bowl of noodles can easily cost forty or fifty yuan.

"A plate of stir-fried vegetables in a hotel costs over a hundred yuan. My cooking skills are truly unmatched by many—it's not worth putting in so much effort for just two bowls of rice for you," Lin Quan said clearly.

"How about this, I'll join you for dinner tonight, and I'll cover all the food and drinks, okay?" Customer A tentatively suggested.

"Okay." Lin Quan nodded.

"Count me in too." Liu Qian's gaze remained fixed on her phone screen.

The other customers hesitated for a few seconds, put down the empty boxes, and left silently.

"My surname is Lin, Lin Quan. What is your surname?" Lin Quan asked.

"Zhang Qiang," Customer A replied.

"Brother Qiang, hurry up and bring the food over," Lin Quan said.

"Brother Qiang, you buy the drinks, I'll go to the market." Liu Qian wanted her fans to see for themselves how good Boss Lin's cooking skills were.

Zhang Qiang glanced at Lin Quan and nodded in agreement.

"Boss, I'm heading out now." Liu Qian stood up and said to the phone camera, "Guys, let's go grocery shopping!"

After the two walked away, Liu Yu joked with a smile, "Brother Quan, that female anchor probably has a crush on you."

"What are you rambling on about? Get to work." Lin Quan had already rolled up his sleeves and was busily getting to work.

With Liu Yu and Ma Tao helping out, the cold noodles to be sold that evening were all prepared just after 3:30 p.m.

Not long after, Zhang Qiang and Liu Qian entered the door one after the other, carrying large and small bags.

Before four o'clock, customers had already gathered in twos and threes around the stall to buy noodles.

After working for more than an hour, all ninety servings of dry and cold noodles were sold out.

"You guys order," Lin Quan said, glancing at the ingredients they had brought back.

Liu Qian turned to ask her fans for their opinions and selected nine dishes.

Zhang Qiang added four more items.

With swift, precise cuts, Lin Quan skillfully prepared the ingredients and all the necessary seasonings.

"Qianqian, this boss's knife skills are amazing!"

"Xiaoqian, could you help me get his WeChat?"

"My goodness, this skill is even more refined than my master's!"

"Authentic Yu Xiang Rou Si (shredded pork with garlic sauce), it looks even more tempting than the ones served at state banquets."

"This approach is the way of the imperial court; there are very few in the whole country that can match it."

"The name 'Little Chef King' isn't just for show—he dares to call himself that because he has real talent."

"Hey America, between you and this boss, who's better?"

"There's no comparison. There's really no comparison. I'm far inferior, and I'm not even worthy of standing next to him to discuss who's better."

The chat in Liu Qian's live stream was packed with comments.

It took Lin Quan more than an hour to serve the last dish.

It's not that he's slow; it's that there aren't enough stoves and pots and pans, so he can't use them all at once.

"The best meal I've ever had in my life," Zhang Qiang said with a smile as he ate from his bowl.

"My belly is so round I can hardly button my clothes anymore," Liu Yu groaned, patting his belly.

"How many months?" Lin Quan suddenly asked.

The news spread like wildfire. Liu Qian's live stream became a hit, with the number of viewers increasing several times over, and many chefs also secretly joining in to watch.

She's a food-related livestreamer, and most of her fans are foodies.

A beautiful and graceful lady is sought after by gentlemen, and many people came specifically for Liu Qian herself.

Whether the food is good or not doesn't depend on praise; just look at how many bowls people eat and how much they enjoy it, and you'll know.

After the meal, Liu Yu and Ma Tao rolled up their sleeves and started washing the dishes without saying a word.

After watching Liu Qian and Zhang Qiang leave, Lin Quan picked up a rag and began to clean up.

"Brother Quan, if there's nothing else, Brother Tao and I will head back first," Liu Yu said.

"One for each of you." Lin Quan handed over two packs of soft cigarettes.

Today's turnover was over 12,000. We agreed not to pay each other, so let's follow the rules and give each person a pack of cigarettes.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, Lin Quan signed the contract on his phone and then spent more than two hours typing.

He slept until the alarm rang, and then stood in the room for more than half an hour practicing Hunyuan Zhuang (a type of internal alchemy).

I took out my phone and made a few calls. Soon after, the oil, noodles, scallions, and takeout boxes were delivered.

A bundle of dry noodles costs less than five dollars to make, and the vendors selling the noodles make at least two dollars a month.

Lin Quan uses over a hundred of them every day; he's definitely a big customer.

With over 800 boxes a day, even if you only earn one cent per box, you still make over 80 yuan.

"Brother Quan, the 'Little Chef King' trademark matter is settled." Liu Yu returned the ID card.

"Thank you for your trouble," Lin Quan said.