Shocking! This student is phenomenal!

"I cooked this. Look, there's still half a bowl of cold rice here. I'll cook some more later."

As Su Jiang spoke, he pointed to a bowl of white rice not far away.

[Congratulations, host! You have gained 2 Shock Points! Total Shock Points: 1748]

This delicious fried rice was actually made by my own son!

Su Xinrong and Xu Juan exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

next second.

The pot behind Su Jiang instantly appeared in Su Xinrong's hands.

What speed is that?

Su Jiang was stunned.

Have you practiced Flash? And even the kind where you can Flash back?

"I'll try it again!"

After saying that, Su Xinrong and Xu Juan started eating noisily.

"Xiao Jiang, where did you learn that?"

A moment later, Xu Juan glanced at the layer of oil on the pot with lingering interest, resisting the urge to lick it.

"I just looked around online, tried it a few times, and then I learned how."

He found a suitable excuse for himself: these days, there are too many cooking videos online.

"Look at you, I can't even look at my phone at night! If you let me look at my phone every night, I would have made you this delicious fried rice by now!"

Su Xinrong looked at Xu Juan with a resentful expression.

Su Jiang: "..."

As expected of my father, you really dare to think of such things.

Then he explained his plan:

"Mom and Dad, I think you don't need to work as security guards or cleaners anymore. I'll teach you how to make this fried rice, and you can set up a stall. I don't think you'll earn less. Plus, you'll have more flexible hours."

"Snapped!"

Su Jiang had just finished speaking.

Su Xinrong slammed his hand on the table.

(The table is so upset, why does it always hit me?)

"That's a great idea! I see those stalls near our factory selling over a thousand a day. Everyone's sure to love this fried rice!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Let's set up a stall too!"

Xu Juan also became excited.

Looking at the light shining in her parents' eyes.

Su Jiang was also deeply moved.

Even if they stopped working from today, Su Jiang could still make sure they lived well.

But they themselves wouldn't be happy about it, just like many wealthy people's parents who are still working even when they are very old.

Even if they don't earn much money, they always want to do something for their children.

"Alright, I'll teach you." Su Jiang nodded.

Use the remaining half bowl of rice to start teaching them.

Half an hour later.

Su Jiang's shock level jumped from 1748 to 1780.

Every step of this really drew gasps of surprise.

"Oh my god! Fried rice with egg, you have to add this too?"

"This stuff can be used in fried rice?"

"The order is wrong! We didn't always cook fried rice like this!"

......

That day, Su Xinrong excitedly went to town to buy an electric tricycle and even had a master craftsman modify it into a proper street vendor cart.

In the evening.

Su Jiang received a letter.

The familiar packaging, the familiar postcard.

Lin Wanqing's.

"Little Susu, I'm going abroad for an exchange program. By the time you receive this letter, I should already be overseas. You should have finished your college entrance exams by then, right? I hope to hear good news from you when I come back!"

"We made a deal, okay? Whether it's Tsinghua University or not, you have to come to Kyoto!!"

"Otherwise, I won't be polite to you."

"We'll come straight to your school to find you!"

......

Then came a bunch of posts sharing her daily life, like how a girl in her dorm snores, who talks in their sleep cursing the teacher, which teacher is really fierce, and how she draws a circle to curse him, and so on.

Su Jiang smiled calmly, picked up his pen, and replied:

"Sister Wanqing, I have good news for you. If nothing unexpected happens, I should be coming to Huaqing."

"I will use my own strength to show everyone in the world that I, Su Jiang, will make you the happiest woman in the world sooner or later!"

"I wonder if your hair is waist-length yet. I want to comb your hair for you. Please don't cut it!"

"Sister Wanqing, I miss you a little. I miss your faint fragrance, I miss your domineering yet tender tone when you speak, and I miss you calling me Xiao Susu to my face."

......

Another string of sweet nothings.

There were no fancy words used; those three-line poems and seven-character quatrains are just elementary school stuff.

Despite their simplicity, genuine emotions were evident everywhere as they shared their funny stories and expressed their longing for each other.

After writing the postcard, Su Jiang put it into the envelope.

Just as I went downstairs, I ran into Su Xinrong, who was on her way home.

Su Jiang looked at the electric tricycle that Su Xinrong was driving.

A black line floated across my head.

The small tricycle had been lengthened and had a huge "GG" sign on it: "Old Su Fried Rice".

This name is beyond just being described as a bit rustic.

It's blatantly tacky!

Now that he has such a blatant title of top scholar, he actually didn't try to capitalize on the hype by naming his dish "Top Scholar Fried Rice."

Why call it Old Su Fried Rice?

Sigh, if Su Xinrong were to run a company, she'd probably lose a fortune.

But since it was already done, Su Jiang didn't say anything more.

With his unparalleled fried rice, he has no worries about business.

the next day.

Su Jiang was woken up early in the morning by the extremely excited Su Xinrong.

I checked the time and it was only a little past five.

"Dad, why did you wake me up so early?" Su Jiang mumbled sleepily.

"Xiao Jiang, your mother and I are going out to set up a stall. Why don't you come with us and take a look? I'm worried we won't cook it well."

Su Jiang originally wanted to refuse.

Then I thought that if I went myself, I might be able to earn some shock points.

He jumped out of bed in a flash.

Su Xinrong had a good idea of ​​where to set up his stall. He chose a corner in an industrial area, where there was an open space.

It's perfect for setting up a stall; anyone who wants to eat there can just stop and go.

Su Xinrong was worried that he wouldn't sell much today, so he only cooked rice in three electric rice cookers at home and put the rice in a large stainless steel bucket.

However, we waited for a full ten minutes.

Not a single person stopped to buy it.

No way... Su Jiang couldn't understand it.

Keep waiting.

But no one came to buy it by 6:15.

Not only did the person not show up, but I'm starting to get hungry.

Su Jiang lit the stove, ready to make himself a portion.

While Su Jiang was diligently stir-frying...

An elderly woman sweeping the floor passed by.

She couldn't help but feel a little sad when she saw such a handsome young man like Su Jiang setting up a stall.

"Young man, why are you setting up a stall at such a young age? Why don't you find a stable job?"

The older woman, with an air of "I've been there all along," stopped her sweeping tricycle and asked Su Jiang a question.

Su Jiang was busy stir-frying and didn't have time to pay attention to the old lady.

After a while.

Su Jiang then cooked the egg fried rice.

"Gurgle!"

A sound of swallowing saliva was heard.

Su Jiang looked up.

I don't know when.

The cleaning lady had gotten off her sanitation truck and gathered in front of the stall, gazing at the pot of golden fried rice with starry eyes.

"Young man, your fried rice looks different. Is your rice special?"

P.S.: Ladies and gentlemen, is your urging special? Why do I want it so much?