Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle,"

On the stove, seven or eight clay pots boiled almost simultaneously, with white steam desperately escaping from the edges of the lids, making a soft crackling sound, like a symphony rising and falling.

Then.

The flames at the stove seemed to be twisted smaller by an invisible hand, automatically weakening until only a small, eerie flame the size of a candle remained, gently licking the bottom of the pot.

Lingyun pressed the food bell, which made a crisp ding sound.

Eighteen steaks were deftly scooped up and placed one by one on the serving counter.

The staff member steadily lifted the steak, grabbed a plate of braised duck with his other hand, and strode towards his target.

"Hello, watch out for steam!"

He gave a reminder, then lifted the lid.

The perfect Three Cup Chicken was immediately presented to the instructor.

The deep brown sauce coats the golden chicken, garnished with garlic cloves and ginger slices, glistening under the light.

The aroma burst forth like a wild beast breaking free of its restraints.

The instructor's glasses immediately blurred, and everything in front of him was a white blur, but this actually allowed him to focus more intently on sensing the smell.

The scalding steam, carrying with it a sense of warmth, rushed towards us.

I only took one puff.

He felt much more energetic.

As the instructor wiped his glasses clean, his mouth was already filled with saliva; he was completely captivated by the world of food.

In his eyes.

Even the brown sauce residue on the surface of the casserole and the scorch marks on the pot walls now seem incredibly delicious.

He swiftly reached down with his chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken with the bone still attached, and gently shook it. The tender meat fell off and splashed onto the brown sauce, splattering everywhere.

No words are needed at this moment.

The instructor picked up a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth.

Fragrant, tender, and smooth.

The caramelized aroma encases the tender texture, which in turn contains a subtle sweetness, all of which eventually transforms into the rich and savory broth.

The temperature wasn't more intense than a steak, but it was much hotter, as if you were eating not food, but a solid flame that could replenish your body's energy.

He sniffed, and his back straightened involuntarily.

The steak warmed his body, relieving the heat loss caused by the residual rainwater.

This Three Cup Chicken completely ignited his passion.

He took a big, heavy bite, and the thin skin cracked open with a snap, releasing scalding juices from the meat. He ran his tongue across the chicken on his palate, and the meat fell apart.

He temporarily stopped thinking and mechanically repeated the actions of picking up, biting, and swallowing until only the charred garlic cloves and other ingredients remained in the casserole. Only then did he stop, as if from a vigorous long-distance run, and end this recharging process.

too delicious!

The instructor licked his chopsticks contentedly, sucking the last drop of sauce from the tips into his mouth, and began to sigh…

If I could have this kind of dinner every day after get off work, my wife wouldn't always complain that I'm wasting all my energy on work.

So satisfying!

The instructor put down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

The cafeteria suddenly became incredibly lively.

It wasn't just people from their own unit; people from many other units also came one after another.

The men and women all wore smiles, genuine and unpretentious smiles.

It's the kind of scene that makes you feel warm even if you just watch it silently.

That's amazing.

Even the most difficult things seem insignificant when you can have a good meal on time.

The instructor remembered more.

His father was a very strict parent who had absolute authority at home.

Regarding meals, if he calls out to you and you don't quickly sit down at the table, you'll be scolded by him.

"If you don't eat well, there's something wrong with your brain," was his catchphrase.

In his sense of responsibility, providing his family with the means to eat well is one of the important ways he can support his family.

Those were truly simple times.

We don't have much, so even a little bit is incredibly precious.

Now that there are more things, it seems even more oppressive.

When being well-fed and clothed no longer provides happiness, people think about many other things, but they truly forget:

It's truly wonderful to enjoy a meal properly.

The instructor stood up.

At this moment, all he wanted was to go back and see his family, to ask them how their dinner was and if they were happy.

Life is just about taking it one day at a time, one meal at a time.

He walked out of the cafeteria.

A burly man strode past him toward the food truck outside.

This person is really strong.

The instructor muttered to himself, subconsciously glancing at him a couple more times, before stopping in his tracks.

His intuition told him that this person exuded a murderous aura.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the other person had a butcher's knife hanging from their waistband, the gleaming scabbard flashing coldly under the light, and a bag of processed chicken slung over their shoulder.

Oh, he's a butcher!

Without giving it much thought, the instructor started walking out of the canteen again.

"Lingyun, your goods have arrived!"

Tiger knocked on the other side of Lingyun's food serving window, his voice deep and powerful.

"Hold on."

Ling Yun didn't even look up, quickly suppressing the flames until only a few sparks remained at the stove opening, then opened the food serving hatch on Tiger's side:

"Put what you're holding down for now, don't move it yet. Let's talk about it after I'm done with this. Why don't you go inside and get something to eat?"

"good!"

Tiger responded.

He opened the freezer, carefully placed the bag of chicken he was carrying inside, and then turned and entered the cafeteria.

now.

Zhang Fan's identity has already been guessed by the audience.

Without any hesitation, he jumped onto the table again and started singing, his voice so loud that it made the whole cafeteria buzz.

Many people joined in the singing, creating an atmosphere as lively as a small concert.

Tiger found a corner to sit down, ordered two servings of Three Cup Chicken that he hadn't tried before, and then took out his phone to call Li Yi.

"Brother Li, where should I take him to see something tonight?"

"Of course we'll go to your place. If that place can handle it, then your divine dishes can be restored, right?"

On the other end of the phone, Li Yi's voice was urgent and deep.

Tiger remained silent.

His knuckles, gripping the phone, turned slightly white. He spoke after a long silence:

"Let's forget about it. He went to the trouble of coming up with three dishes, but all he did was unpack my ingredients. That's a bit unfair. Let him unpack the new ones instead."

Upon hearing Tiger's refusal, Li Yi immediately became anxious:

"After all these years working for me, have you really thought of yourself as a butcher? Once this is unsealed, you can continue cooking god-level dishes. Besides, Ling Yun might even be able to use this ingredient to create a new culinary masterpiece."

"No thanks, my ingredient is too niche, it's very difficult to research and develop."

Tiger shook his head, his tone resolute, still refusing:

"Besides, I only have that one dish. Even if I recover, I can't handle many emotions. I actually gave up the idea of ​​becoming a chef a long time ago."

"Don't do anything rash. At the very least, you have to tell Ling Yun about this and let him decide, okay? You have to promise me, or I'm coming right now!"

Li Yi's voice was very serious.

"understood."

Tiger hesitated for a long time before finally agreeing with difficulty.

"Remember, don't tell him the whole truth tonight. I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it. Let's take it one step at a time, and avoid him acting impulsively and rushing to the front lines. This kind of research-oriented master chef is best suited to a peaceful environment, and it's especially important to keep his mindset from changing."

Li Yi was still giving instructions with lingering concern, as if he were making his final arrangements.

"I know."

Tiger extended his index finger and tapped it on the table, the soft tapping sound revealing his inner irritation.

"After this festival, I will guide him on a nationwide tour; that would be the best option."

"Yes, he should go to a wider stage and benefit more people, unlike us, who can only stay where we are!"

Li Yi's somber voice came through the receiver, carrying a hint of desolation that was barely perceptible.

The two stopped talking.

Tiger ended the call, put down his phone, and silently watched Ling Yun busy in the distance, a proud smile playing on his lips.

He then lowered his head and sighed.

What should I say tonight?

I'll definitely lie, but I need to find a seemingly plausible excuse.

Ling Yun is not stupid.

It's just that their focus makes them seem naive.

A lie that's too stupid won't do.

It's seven parts truth and three parts falsehood; just control the amount of true information.

Tiger opened his phone, his thumb slowly sliding across the screen as he began to formulate his thoughts for the evening.