Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

Jiangzhou Night Market, 19:50 PM.

It had gotten completely dark.

The neon signs of the hall owners lit up one after another.

Red, green, and blue hues intertwine in the night, forming a flowing river of color.

The well-prepared vendors had already prepared their goods for business. As soon as the flames were lit, the aromas, the smells of smoke, and the shouts of vendors filled the air.

Diners flocked in.

There are students from two nearby universities, locals, and tourists here.

Lingyun first turned on the low heat to preheat.

He originally thought...

Before his own signboard was even finished, the first wave of customers would wait until he had cooked the first dish and the aroma filled the air before coming over.

But I didn't expect that.

Zhang Moli appeared immediately.

She not only came by herself, but also with a large group of people following her, a huge crowd of more than twenty people.

"Boss!"

She strode to the food cart, winked playfully at Ling Yun, and fluttered her eyelashes twice:

"Everyone here has heard about you, so you'd better show some skill!"

Under her leadership.

The students formed a long, winding queue in front of Lingyun's food truck.

Li He pulled out three makeshift signs from her bag, stood on tiptoe, and taped them one by one onto the car body, pressing the corners firmly.

Street-side steak: 26.6 yuan.

[Blind Box Braised Quail Eggs (small print: each one has a different flavor): 10 yuan/pack, while supplies last.]

[The Chef's Steak: 2666 yuan.]

"Holy crap, they even have over two thousand yuan worth? Is this still a street stall?"

"That's way too exaggerated."

"Who can afford that!"

A few gasps drifted over, but were quickly silenced by the others.

"Jasmine said it's delicious, don't you believe me? Let's try the 26.6 one and see how it is."

"that is."

Ling Yun's lips pursed slightly, and his expression became even more serious.

obviously.

Zhang Moli, who left in the afternoon, used her extensive network to bring in more than ten guests.

I can't let her down.

"Come on, come on, let's order over here!"

Li He, holding the order slips, darted into the crowd, bending down to ask questions, take notes, and guide people to their seats, flitting between tables and chairs like a busy butterfly.

Ling Yun took a deep breath, his eyes sharpened, and he turned the valve to unleash full power.

A large spoonful of golden butter sizzled onto the hot plate, splattering oil everywhere.

He picked up the marinated steaks and arranged them one by one on the hot plate.

The aroma of caramel mixed with the sweet scent of cream quickly spread, like an invisible hand pulling every passerby's nose forward.

The students sniffed in unison, a look of satisfaction spreading across their faces, and they exchanged knowing glances.

Cooking should be done in a way that makes the dish look, smell, and taste good.

Just by smelling it, you can tell this steak is pretty good.

Ling Yun moved very quickly.

His spatula flew through the air, turning the steaks one by one, the brown marbling spreading out like contour lines on a map.

Five minutes later.

He pressed the bell to remind Li He that eight steaks were ready.

Li He jogged to the food cart, picked up two plates with both hands, carefully turned around, and, under the watchful eyes of more than forty people, delivered the steak to the first customer who had ordered.

Of these forty people.

There are more than 20 students, including Zhang Moli.

There were five or six diners who had tried the food yesterday, as well as some who joined the queue out of curiosity after seeing the long line.

They all stared intently at the first two, waiting for their reaction.

The first two.

It was Zhang Moli and a male classmate she had called over.

The two of them didn't stand on ceremony.

Use your knife and fork to cut off a piece of beef and put it in your mouth.

"Holy crap!"

The boy covered his mouth, his eyes wide open like saucers, his pupils filled with disbelief.

He thought the taste in his mouth was an illusion, so he chewed it carefully a couple more times.

Feeling the meat juices burst in my mouth, and the unique, layered aroma of the sauce rising up, I confirmed that I wasn't mistaken:

"This tastes amazing!"

He turned his head and shouted loudly at Ling Yun in the food cart, his voice filled with excitement.

Grilled steak is a common sight at night markets.

At least three street-side steakhouses are open for business in this night market.

He studied here for two years.

I've eaten street steaks more than thirty times, but I've never tasted anything so unique before.

Omg!

This sauce is so delicious!

And... the steak was cooked to perfection, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The moment you bite into it, the juices of the beef, the savory flavor of the butter, and the rich sauce all combine to create a delightful experience.

His tongue was so fresh it almost fell off.

"Boss, your steak has gotten even better!"

Zhang Moli looked up and gave Ling Yun a thumbs up.

[Task: Receive a customer's compliment in person +1.]

"If you like it, that's great!"

Ling Yun smiled faintly, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, concealing his achievements and fame.

He lowered his head.

The shovel in his hand continued to fly across the iron plate.

If their praise was genuine, there might be an element of acting involved.

But what happened next was the way the two of them wolfed down their food, which made everyone drool.

This looks so delicious!

Boys are out of the question.

Even a young girl like Zhang Moli picked up a fork and kept putting pieces into her mouth, her cheeks bulging like a hamster, unable to stop.

Bang!

The boy slammed his hand on the table, making the plate jump.

"Boss, another one, please!"

I go!

Seeing him like this.

The diners queuing around were all moved, and those who felt they had big appetites immediately started ordering more:

"Boss, I'll have two portions!"

"I'd like three steaks for two people!"

Li He smiled brightly.

Her long, white legs moved back and forth between the tables and chairs, her calf muscles taut. Soon, six more diners began to wolf down their food, the clinking of knives and forks against plates creating a cacophony.

"Keep eating, it's so delicious!"

"I've never eaten a single steak in my life!"

"This flavor is absolutely amazing! How did you make it?"

"Wow, the owner must be a former executive chef somewhere! This is on a completely different level from other street-side steaks!"

"Boss, I'd like extra sauce for my next order!"

A burly man in the back row waved his arm and shouted, as if afraid that Ling Yun hadn't heard him.

If these two people can fake it, surely all eight people can't be fake?

Moreover, you can smell the fragrance as soon as you take a sniff.

My mouth was already watering before I even started eating.

Many more diners who were initially hesitant joined in.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

There was already a queue of over a hundred people in front of the Lingyun food truck, winding around several times like a greedy snake.

Li He didn't care about avoiding suspicion.

She called Zhang Moli over to help serve the dishes, and only then did she have time to pick up the filming equipment, step back a few steps, squat down, and steadily capture the spectacular scene of the long queue in the lens.

"Okay, okay!"

She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling: "This material is absolutely fantastic!"

Li He, who aspires to become a self-media blogger, couldn't stop smiling. If she could stay this popular every day, her self-media account would take off very quickly!

Ling Yun glanced at the system.

The eight people offered a total of six compliments.

The approval rating was as high as 75%.

It seems... if I'm lucky, I'll be able to accumulate enough activations for the system today.

Both of them saw hope and began to work hard, one burying himself in frying and the other in running.

On Lingyun's side.

Eight steaks are served in five minutes, the rhythm as steady as a metronome.

His movements were quick and precise; although he didn't use any teppanyaki techniques to show off, the diners clearly wanted to applaud him.

To that extent.

As the steaks were served one by one...

Praises and exclamations rose and fell, surging in wave after wave like a tide.

"Honey, shall I eat something first?"

A tall, thin man looked at his girlfriend with anticipation, his eyes almost overflowing with light.

He was one of those people who ordered three portions for two people.

He had a big appetite and quickly finished his portion. The perfect taste made him want more, and before his girlfriend had even finished her first portion, he was already preparing to start his third.

He slowly extended his fork toward the plate between the two of them.

"etc!"

His girlfriend reacted quickly, grabbing his wrist with a firm grip and stating in an unquestionable tone, "I want to eat this!"

She looked up and stared at her boyfriend with a warning look, the meaning of which couldn't be clearer...

Try moving it if you dare.

"Oh my god, why are you eating what's in your bowl while eyeing what's in the pot? Finish your own portion first!"

The boy was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet.

He pursed his lips, every taste bud on his tongue frantically urging him to keep eating.

"Don't touch them, these are all mine, mine!"

His girlfriend rolled her eyes in annoyance, gave a soft snort, and then put another piece of beef into her mouth.

It's so...delicious.

It’s just...

She's the kind of woman I wouldn't trade for any boyfriend!