Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Below the steps, two people dressed in white shirts and black jackets stood side by side, like two silent pine trees, bowing slightly towards the food cart.

"Of course!"

Ling Yun returned the bow, bending slightly lower than the other person.

The same applies to the six who had already left.

He keenly sensed that the other party was doing it on purpose, as if it was just to... get to know each other.

Ling Yun's gaze swept over them discreetly, noticing that their clothes were somewhat wrinkled, especially the man in the black jacket, whose buttocks were covered in dust and whose trousers had several scratches.

It doesn't feel like they've come to eat; it feels more like they've come to fight.

But what is it?

What makes these two, who are clearly high-ranking officials within the system, willing to engage in a group fight unarmed?

After the two left.

Tiger then emerged from the darkness.

The signs of the fight on his body became more and more obvious; there was a tear in his sleeve and a few dark red bloodstains on his collar, but he was quite excited, his eyes shining like two lamps.

He strode over, rolled up his sleeves, and held up a thumbs-up in front of Ling Yun:

"You maintained a very good level of performance; thanks to you this time."

"I just did what I was supposed to do."

Ling Yun responded calmly, his tone neither humble nor arrogant.

Since the other party did not provide an explanation, the significance of this meal to him was simply the income of 27,000 yuan.

The food truck slowly turned around, its engine humming softly.

The traffic police who had blocked the roads began to leave, and the orange roadblocks were removed one by one.

Scattered vehicles began to enter the street, their headlights piercing the twilight and lessening the desolation.

We set off at 6:30.

The food truck returned to the vicinity of the night market at seven o'clock.

As the last rays of sunset faded from the horizon, the streetlights came on one by one, casting circles of dim yellow light on the ground.

There was still time.

Ling Yun turned around and pulled a piece of beef tallow out of the freezer.

Most people are probably more familiar with rendering pork fat. They may have seen videos of people using pork fat to stir-fry vegetables, which has won over vegetarians abroad, and there are even companies that sell pork cracklings as snacks.

But butter is actually better.

Beef fat is the fatty tissue from the abdomen of a cow.

It is used to extract beef tallow, which has a high oil yield, rich milky aroma and mild fishy smell. Beef tallow is often added to hot pot base and casserole dishes.

This time, following a divine recipe, I cooked so many A5 grade Wagyu beef.

Lingyun also noticed that the two points he made later were actually related to butter.

This reminded him of some cooking skills he had learned.

The ingredients share the same origin, region, and roots.

Oranges born in Huainan are oranges, while those born in Huaibei are oranges.

Many ingredients need to be paired with local herbs and spices to create regionally distinctive cuisine.

Many dishes are named after a particular type of poultry from a certain place, or after the place itself.

A5 Wagyu beef is more expensive than other steaks.

Its value lies in those marble-like patterns.

That is, oils and fats.

The oil not only enhances the aroma, but the channels it leaves also allow the marinade to penetrate more deeply.

The latter is something that cannot be replicated with regular steak.

But the former works!

Ling Yun wanted to try using butter to fry the steak to see if it would produce better results.

Perhaps we should have someone else.

Just follow the system's recipes carefully when cooking.

Ke Lingyun knew this clearly.

The system is certainly his source of confidence.

His true skill lies in his ability to continuously refine his culinary techniques.

He picked up a cleaver, spread the beef tallow on the cutting board, and cut it into square pieces the size of mahjong tiles, each piece perfectly square and of uniform thickness.

Bring water to a boil in a pot, add the butter cubes, and simmer over low heat. Stir constantly with a spoon close to the bottom of the pot, skimming off any foam and impurities that rise to the surface.

It is especially important to note in this step that the water must not be boiling.

Once the water boils, the oil will be forced out, reducing the oil yield.

He stared intently at the surface of the pot, watching the fine bubbles rise along the edge. Just as it was about to boil, he decisively turned off the heat, scooped out the butter cubes, and drained them for later use.

Cut the scallions into sections and slice the ginger.

These two seasonings can help remove the gamey smell from butter while adding a touch of freshness.

Lingyun turned on the single burner, poured boiling water and butter into the pot, and stir-fried it quickly over medium-high heat.

The boiling water at the bottom of the pot quickly turned into steam and rose up.

Between stirs, you can see the transparent boiling water at the bottom gradually turning milky white.

After stir-frying for three minutes, the milky white liquid began to turn into a translucent golden yellow, and the oil droplets shimmered on the pan.

Turn the heat down to low and continue stir-frying.

The butter begins to turn yellow, and a lot of foam appears on the surface, like a thick layer of cream floating on top.

He waited for the right moment to add the scallions and ginger, and continued to stir-fry until the golden oil gradually submerged the butter.

He took the iron basin containing the oil, sprinkled salt and Sichuan peppercorns into the bottom, and then sprinkled salt and Sichuan peppercorns into the bottom.

This is what he learned last night.

These two ingredients can extend the shelf life of butter.

Place a filter screen on top of the iron basin.

Lingyun took a large ladle and began to scoop out the translucent butter from the surface, spoonful by spoonful. The golden liquid passed through the filter and dripped into the iron basin, making a pleasant dripping sound.

At last.

When the scallions and ginger emit a slightly burnt smell.

Lingyun turned off the heat and poured the remaining ingredients into the strainer. The butter residue was trapped on top by the strainer, golden and emitting a caramelized aroma. The clear butter swayed in the basin, like a smooth golden mirror.

Looking at the full bowl of butter, its surface as clear as a mirror, without a single impurity, Ling Yun raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and revealed a relieved smile.

This is the end.

If we complete the preparations for 100 in-person compliments tonight, the task will be completely finished.

"Is that all?"

A sudden sound came from outside the car window.

Lingyun turned his head and saw that it was Uncle Chen standing in front of the window.

He was somewhat taken aback.

Judging from the timing of his opening remarks, he had obviously been waiting here for quite some time.

I didn't expect him to be so particular.

They only spoke after I finished my work.

"The butter is rendered well."

Uncle Chen stood with his hands behind his back, leaned slightly forward, and looked at the bowl of butter. He praised it and then pointed ahead:

"It's time to go in. This is my first time guiding you. After this, you'll leave at 19:40 PM on your own."

Ling Yun glanced down at his phone and saw that the screen clearly showed 19:35.

Only then did I realize that I had completely forgotten the time while rendering the butter.

"Alright!"

He quickly responded and gestured for Li He to get into the car.

The two quickly placed all the pots and jars into the grooves and secured them.

The food cart slowly started moving, following Uncle Chen, who had his hands behind his back.

The food truck is a huge thing.

The food cart started moving.

It immediately attracted the attention of many people and evoked many memories.

"Ah, I remember this car, its steaks are delicious."

A middle-aged man in a T-shirt pointed to the food cart and said to his companion.

"Isn't this the sign of a bubble tea shop?" A young woman next to her tilted her head to identify it.

"I guess they haven't had time to change it yet. I tried it yesterday, and it tasted good."

Another young man wearing glasses chimed in.

"Then you can go sit with him for a while, I'll go buy something else and come find you later."

A young couple, who looked like a pair, walked and discussed something.

Lingyun carefully memorized the route.

Led by Uncle Chen, they arrived at the designated location.

Uncle Chen stopped, turned around, pointed to the folded tents and neatly folded tables and chairs piled on the ground, and explained slowly and deliberately:

"Also remember, you are responsible for setting up the central tent and tables and chairs here. When you pack up, just put them on the ground. Someone will come to collect them at 3 a.m. If you don't know how to open and close them, just watch others."

"Uncle Chen, I understand all of this."

Li He greeted them sweetly, her face full of a well-behaved smile.

Uncle Chen straightened his face and spoke in a harsh tone:

"It's your business to tell him, but I have to tell him it's my job."

Li He's attempt to get closer to her failed. She touched her nose dejectedly, stuck out her tongue, and stopped talking.

Ling Yun carefully confirmed:

"Two tents, eight tables, and thirty-two chairs—I'll arrange everything!"

"Um."

Uncle Chen nodded, took out his phone from his pocket, looked down, swiped his thumb across the screen a few times, and forwarded a video:

"This is an explanation for you."

He raised his head and looked directly at Ling Yun:

"Send me your bank card number, and I'll transfer the 15000 to you tonight. Someone will come to fix the glass later."

15000?

Ling Yun quickly recalled that he had spent 14829 yuan on spices.

Is that extra hundred or so yuan for compensation for the glass?

Lingyun clicked on the video.

Wen Chong, with a bruised right eye and blood seeping from his forehead, knelt on the ground against a dimly lit room with peeling paint on the walls.

It was unclear who was speaking; the voice was hoarse and cold.

"Pay up now, but if you ever dare to touch any of the nearby businesses again, I'll make you pay!"

The video is short, but it's very impactful.

Ling Yun put away his phone, took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

Wen Chong has lost both his wife and his army this time.

Not only did she get a beating and a warning, but they also paid for the spices for her. How wonderful!

This can be considered a... great start!

He slowly turned around, staring at the tiger-head food cart in front of him. His gaze moved from the front of the cart to the back, and then landed on the iron plate, the stove, and the freezer.

He clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and said softly:

Please!

Open your eyes again.

Ling Yun's gaze sharpened and became focused: "Fire!"