Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

"Take your time, don't push!"

Tiger roared at the top of his lungs, his voice booming so loudly that it made the eardrums of the people nearby ring.

He strode forward, stretched out his arm to shield Li He behind him, raised his other hand high, and his loud voice carried far:

"Everyone come here to get a number and pay. Those who crowd in will not be given a number."

that's it.

Lingyun's car slowly moved forward, while Tiger and the others were surrounded and stuck in place, like rocks being submerged by the tide.

Zhang Moli quickly tore apart a notebook, hastily scribbled down a string of numbers, then raised her phone to show the payment code, recording the number corresponding to each payment time, and then handing out the number cards one by one.

Lingyun ordered 630 servings for her tonight.

Zhang Moli worked until she had served nearly 450 steaks, number 200, before she was finally able to escape the crowd.

When she realized what was happening, her back was already soaked with sweat.

She wiped away her sweat, still feeling a bit scared.

The scene before her was far more chaotic than she had imagined. If it weren't for Tiger's shout, she, who was completely stunned by Xia's outburst, would not know what would have happened.

At this time.

Lingyun had already driven the Tiger Head food truck onto the main road.

Next to the food truck.

The stall owners next to him moved along in an orderly fashion.

Lingyun's food cart couldn't go fast either, so it moved forward slowly at a normal walking pace, following behind the traffic police who were clearing the street.

Uncle Chen is here.

No one will rush ahead recklessly.

What puzzled Ling Yun was...

He turned his head and saw that the fried food stall across the street had suddenly changed its appearance.

The boss is still the same boss.

But today they're selling French fries, fried chicken strips, and two large buckets of summer drinks.

Sour plum juice, which aids digestion and relieves summer heat, is a perfect match for cola, which is also great with French fries.

As the vehicle swayed, the ice cubes inside the two large buckets collided with each other, making a clear, splashing sound.

Lingyun poked half his head out and asked curiously:

"Boss, why did you switch projects?"

"Hey, this is sure to sell well today." Seeing that Ling Yun had taken the initiative to talk to him, the shopkeeper quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket and respectfully offered it to him with both hands.

Ling Yun waved the cigarette away and continued to press for answers, his eyes full of curiosity:

"How do you know this will sell well?!"

"Of course!"

The shop owner chuckled and said, "After you set up your stall yesterday, I knew what I should sell."

What does this mean?

Ling Yun wanted to ask more questions.

But they had already reached the two people's stall.

"Chef Ling, my name is Wang Jian'an. We'll see each other all the time, so let me know if you need anything!"

Old Wang across the street called out, waved, and strode away pushing his stall.

The two stalls were directly opposite each other.

Ling Yun didn't have time to ask any more questions. He gripped the steering wheel with both hands, turned it steadily, and parked the car on the side of the road.

Two college students rushed over and quickly set up the shed in the middle of the road.

Lingyun set out the tableware in the car at her own leisurely pace, just as she always had.

The iron plate was placed upright, and the sauce bowl was put back in its place.

Forks were stacked into the chopstick holder, which was then placed on the windowsill for the college students to take to the table outside.

Once everything is in place.

Ling Yun glanced across the street and found that Old Wang's stall was already packed with people.

The two juices, in particular, sell out very quickly.

In just over ten seconds, he had already prepared three cups, and with a flick of his wrist, he steadily handed them over.

Ling Yun glanced at it again.

There are at least a hundred customers surrounding Old Wang right now.

It took less than an hour.

The drinks across the street can sell about 70-80% of their stock.

That's real skill!

"Indeed, everyone who can survive in the night market is truly remarkable. There are hidden talents among ordinary people; we can't underestimate the wisdom of the working class!"

Ling Yun withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and, holding a shovel in each hand, struck them together twice, the crisp metallic clang ringing out exceptionally clear in the night.

She bent down to light the fire and began to concentrate on cooking.

Sixteen fire points.

He currently has the ability to cook twelve servings at the same time.

Tonight, he set himself a small goal: to improve his cooking skills to the point where he could cook thirteen dishes at the same time.

soon.

Faint white smoke began to rise from the heated iron plate.

Lingyun immediately scooped out a large chunk of butter.

With a sizzling sound, thick oil mist rose up, and the white smoke obscured his figure, with only a pair of arms vaguely visible moving rapidly up and down in the mist.

If Ling Yun looked up at this moment, he would find...

Those diners who had received their drinks moved over and found seats closest to Ling Yun, crossed their legs, held their cups, and waited patiently for their steaks.

The beverage is merely an accompaniment to the steak.

[Fry, experience points +1, maximum reached, experience points accumulating, can be used after breakthrough.]

I saw familiar words.

Ling Yun's heart tightened, followed by a surge of anticipation.

Now that I have the talent of fire perception, I wonder if I can advance my skills from the Grandmaster level to the next level.

If a breakthrough is achieved...

What a sight that would be!

I think so.

That day shouldn't be too far away.

He could almost see the even more beautiful scenery ahead.

Ling Yun pursed his lips, humming an unknown tune in his throat, his shovel moving swiftly, like two nimble paintbrushes sketching on the iron plate.

Tiger heard the sound and glanced inside through the car window, quite impressed by Ling Yun's seriousness.

really.

Only a chef who can dedicate themselves wholeheartedly can cook such top-notch dishes.

Unfortunately, such talents are rare and hard to find.

Brother Li can find Lingyun.

It was a very lucky thing for both of them.

Develop three dishes as soon as possible.

Only then will you be able to truly see this wonderful world.

Tiger thought to himself, then turned around, pulled up a small stool and sat down, making sure his line of sight covered a three-meter radius around Ling Yun.

"Is there anything else you'd like to order?"

Zhang Moli waved the leaflet in her hand like she was holding a small flag as she walked through the crowd, her voice clear and loud.

Two college students gathered near the window and watched as Ling Yun simultaneously operated twelve steaks with both hands, flipping them, drizzling oil, and sprinkling seasoning in one smooth motion. His movements were frequent and precise, making him look like a cold-blooded steak-frying machine.

Both of them stared wide-eyed, their mouths slightly agape, unable to close them for a long time.

Li He had already set up the live streaming equipment, with her phone securely mounted on the tripod.

She flashed a bright smile at the camera, her ponytail swaying gently in the night breeze:

"Dear viewers, today is the second day of Chef's Steak's stall opening. Look, we've already sold four hundred steaks as soon as we set up our stall."

She turned and panned the camera to her two classmates, her voice brimming with enthusiasm:

Let's work hard today too!

Li He turned the camera around again.

The bustling scene silenced some of the doubts in the live stream chat.

Everything went smoothly from then on.

Zhang Moli sat alone in front of the food cart, occupying a small table. She spread out her notebook, carefully recording and checking each order, and frequently calculated the total amount on her phone to ensure there were no mistakes.

It started with the first batch of twelve meals from Lingyun.

In the dining area in the middle, praises began to rang out continuously. Li He fixed the camera in front of her and went forward to help carry the steaks.

She carried an iron tray and moved lightly between the tables and chairs, greeting the guests as she went, tilting her head and smiling to ask how the food was.

The camera faithfully reflects everything online.

A continuous stream of praise.

And the screen was filled with images of people eating and praising steak, with diners' faces showing a mixture of joy and shock, which completely captivated online viewers.

"Wow, so many people! What kind of old shop is this?"

"I definitely have to go next time!"

"I can't take it anymore! I just finished dinner, and watching all this has made me so hungry, but I'm completely out of room! What should I do?!"

Li He's energetic voice, beautiful face, and signature high ponytail have won her many fans!

even.

Even the diners who came from afar, seeing that Ling Yun was always busy, simply asked her to take photos and leave messages.

At Li He's kind request, at least three out of the ten first-time customers were willing to post a picture on their WeChat Moments with a few tempting photos.

The live stream screen was filled with blessings.

A female host, dressed in a professional white shirt, a blue suit jacket, a pencil skirt, and high heels, suddenly handed the microphone to Ling Yun.

As she spoke.

The photographer's lens immediately zoomed in from behind her:

"Excuse me, how's your steak business?"