Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

"Ah Yun, the New Year is almost here, and we should do some accounting for our shop. You get 10,000 a month, which is 120,000 a year. Keep it."

The restaurant was dimly lit, with several boxes of empty beer bottles piled up in the corner, and the air still smelled of cooking steaks.

Wen Chong took a bank card out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

Ling Yun glanced down at the bank card and accepted it without hesitation.

This time last year

He was invited by Wen Chong to open a restaurant together. It was agreed that Wen Chong would manage the front of house and he would manage the back of house, with the business split 50/50.

He earned 120 million in a year.

As a result, he only received 120,000.

Ling Yun glanced at Wen Chong's twisted smile, his heart burning, yet his voice remained calm: "1.2 million split 50/50, 600,000 each. When will you give me the rest?"

"Split in half?"

Wen Chong let out a sneer: "Ah Yun, this shop is mine, and I paid for the renovations too. Splitting it 50/50 isn't fair!"

"The cost of renovations has already been deducted from the profits."

Ling Yun tapped the table, took a deep breath, and tried his best to recall the innocent days when they used to sneak onto the internet together as teenagers. He suppressed his anger and continued to persuade her:

"Your store is located at the very back; it was on the verge of closing down before I came here. Don't you have any idea who revived it?"

"What are you pretending to be, some kind of culinary genius? You've forgotten your own name just because the diners praise you a few times?"

Wen Chong's girlfriend, Zhou Meimei, raised her hand to scratch her fluffy blonde hair, turned her head and exhaled a smoke ring, pointing at Ling Yun with the hand holding the cigarette:

"Let me tell you the truth."

"This restaurant is already a hit. There are tons of chefs like you who graduated from third-rate culinary schools outside, and they can get five thousand yuan a month with room and board included. Now, I..."

She paused.

She shook off Wen Chong's hand, which he had been secretly pulling at, glared at him fiercely, then turned back to Ling Yun, gritting her teeth and saying menacingly:

"If it weren't for the fact that you're Wen Chong's childhood friend, I would have fired you before the New Year. That way, I could have saved five thousand every month!"

A chef like me?

Ling Yun silently opened the system that only he could see.

Name: Ling Yun.

Knife skills: Level 4 (precision), cuts ingredients of uniform size with an error within 1 mm, capable of cutting cucumbers.

Stir-fry: Level 2 (Proficient), stir-fry over high heat until the ingredients are just cooked through, with basic wok hei (wok aroma).

Stewing: Level 2 (Proficient), mastering the heat, stewing meat until tender, and the soup has a basic umami flavor.

Steaming: Level 2 (Proficient), mastering the timing, steamed fish is tender and smooth, steamed eggs are free of honeycomb.

Frying: Level 4 (Master), you can switch between four frying techniques: soft frying, crispy frying, dry frying, and crunchy frying.

Baking: Level 2 (Proficient), mastering the timing to flip, outside

Boiling: Level 4 (Master), the cooked ingredients retain their original shape and the flavor penetrates to the bone.

Frying: Level 5 (Max Level) (Master), the fried ingredients have a natural caramelized aroma, and you can tell the cooking time by the sound.

Blanching/Scalding: Level 1 (Beginner) Blanch in boiling water until cooked through, then remove...

Braising: Level 0 (Not yet mastered)

Cold dish: Level 0 (Not yet mastered)

I did indeed graduate from a third-rate culinary school.

What might be keeping this convenient steak fast food restaurant afloat is his mastery of pan-frying, deep-frying, and boiling techniques honed through the system.

Should we change the chef?

They have that ability.

I could be the head chef at a five-star hotel myself.

If a recent graduate chef earning 5,000 yuan can revive this small shop deep in an alley, then there are no restaurants in the world that will go out of business!

Shut down the system.

Ling Yun turned his gaze to Wen Chong, noticing his sheepish grin, then looked at Zhou Meimei and confirmed, word by word:

"You've said so much, but you're just not going to give it to me?"

"Ah Yun!"

Wen Chong reached out and hugged Zhou Meimei, forcing a smile as he spoke first to smooth things over:

"Meimei and I are getting married soon, and we need money for everything. Next year, I'll definitely give you more."

"Let's make things clear."

Ling Yun's tone remained calm: "If you urgently need money this year, that's fine too. Just write an IOU for the rest, no interest, and pay me back next year..."

With a loud bang.

Zhou Meimei slammed her right hand on the table, interrupting Ling Yun:

"Stop talking so much nonsense..."

She pointed sharply towards the door: "You're fired. Get out!"

After saying that, she stood up abruptly, kicked over the stool she was sitting on, and stared at Ling Yun with wide eyes, as if she was about to pick up the beer bottle on the table and smash it down the next second.

Before she met Wen Chong.

She's a seasoned delinquent girl with eight ex-boyfriends' names tattooed on her body.

Ling Yun had no doubt that the other party might make a move, so he immediately got up, turned around and went out the door without saying a word.

The night was thick.

Only a single streetlamp flickered on in the distance in the alley.

I walked towards the alley entrance.

He took out his phone from his pocket, saved the recorded conversation, listened to it to his ear to confirm it was correct, and then put the phone back in his pocket.

When Zhou Meimei called him to get his salary after get off work instead of splitting the profits in the morning, he became suspicious. He never expected that reality would be so harsh.

Delinquent girl?

Ling Yun scoffed.

There are no organized crime groups in China.

What era are we living in?

Are you still thinking of using violence to drive people away?

As Ling Yun walked out, she opened her chat window with Wen Chong and carefully browsed through their past chat history.

Although no contract was signed.

However, their chat history, including what he said when he invited her, was still there.

There are also chat logs from monthly financial reconciliations.

These all prove the 50/50 agreement and one's own shareholder status.

Sooner or later, I'll make up for it with every penny I owe.

top priority.

Let's find a shop first.

Ling Yun opened the system again, and saw a red notification flashing on it:

[The system has detected that the host has left the store. Please re-bind the store within 24 hours, otherwise the system will become ineffective.]

[Reminder: Different regions and types of stores will receive different benefits; please choose carefully.]

This is the most important thing.

Twenty years of friendship can't be relied upon, but as long as this God of Cookery system is still around, I'll be fearless no matter where I go in the world.

Ling Yun quickened his pace.

It was already late at night.

Even the night market stalls on the main streets have basically closed down.

This is the back street of Southern University.

It boasts the largest night market in China.

It's the kind of night market that's formed by closing off a street after 8 p.m.

It's already 3 a.m.

The vendors outside were already packing up their stalls and preparing to go home.

The cold wind swirled the plastic bags on the ground.

Everywhere was deserted and quiet.

suddenly.

A bright orange object that emitted a buzzing, electric shock sound caught Ling Yun's attention.

Mobile food truck!

Ling Yun quickly recalled the information about the food truck owner in his mind.

Those were two female students from Southern University.

They've only been studying here for a year, and they've already fallen victim to the entrepreneurial curse that girls are most prone to.

The two spent a lot of money.

We bought the first cat-shaped mobile food truck in the night market and opened a milk tea shop together.

They had planned to make a fortune.

Unexpectedly, it resulted in a huge loss.

I heard them talking about transferring ownership just a few days ago.

Lingyun jogged a few steps to catch up and found that the A4 paper that was being sold at a low price was still there, so he quickly knocked on the food cart.

Li He, who was driving, was startled.

"Who is it!?"

"It's me, Ling Yun!"

Ling Yun took three steps in two, arrived at the front window of the car, and leaned out:

"Is your food truck still operating? Do I get a referral fee if I recommend it?"

"Spin it!"

Li He's eyes lit up immediately.

She's been tormented by this little shop for the past few months; opening it results in huge losses, but not opening it means even greater losses.

This food truck had become a nightmare for the two of them.

"Give me a fair price; I might actually have someone interested!"

Ling Yun repeated it again.

Since Ling Yun was a well-known chef in the area, Li He didn't hesitate and directly stated her bottom line:

"To be honest, we bought this car for 40,000 yuan. We still have 6,000 yuan left for six months of stall fees and 4800 yuan for daytime parking. If your friend wants it, we'll give him a total of 25,000 yuan, that's the lowest we can go!"

"What about my cut?" Ling Yun asked.

"Ten points!" Li He replied.

"OK!"

Ling Yun took out his phone: "Do you have a contract? If so, let's sign it now."

"Yes, there is a printer in the 24-hour study room."

Li He moved very quickly.

Half an hour later.

Lingyun has already obtained the food truck key and the transfer contract.

"You can have all the remaining materials inside. We're leaving now."

Li He grabbed her roommate and ran towards the rented room without looking back, afraid that the non-existent boss would regret it.

Ling Yun squeezed the contract in his hand.

Sure enough, the system notification sounded in my ear:

[The host has been checked and a food cart has been obtained.]

[System updated to: Unlimited Food Truck Upgrade System!]