I've been possessed by a culinary genius, and I've turned Shaxian snacks into a rip-off!

Midnight.

A-Che rode his tricycle to Financial Street.

He helps out at a Shaxian snack shop during the day and sets up his own stall at midnight. He usually only sets up his stall for 3 hours, and he only packs up and goes home to rest when there are hardly any people on the street around 3 a.m.

When business is good, he can earn four or five hundred yuan a night; when business is bad, he only earns one or two hundred yuan.

Although it wasn't much, it was enough for him to survive.

A-Che set up his stall at an intersection not far from Shaxian, then arranged the ingredients and seasoning boxes one by one, and carefully wiped the countertop with a towel.

After wiping the countertop, he took out his phone and checked his wallet balance.

He transferred all the money he earned from setting up his stall, after deducting costs and his own food and drink expenses, to his family. He currently has less than 500 yuan left in his bank account.

"I still need to work harder to make money," A-Che muttered to himself.

After putting his phone away, he turned around and glanced at the Shaxian snack shop in the distance.

The lights in the shop were off, but in his heart, that light was still burning.

Ring ring~

My phone suddenly rang; it was a local number.

A-Che answered the phone: "Feed?"

"Your takeout has arrived and I've left it at your door."

"I didn't order takeout."

"Didn't order? Then I must have made a mistake, sorry."

Ah Che didn't take it too seriously, put his phone back in his pocket, and continued to wait for customers to arrive.

Before long, several passersby came to the stall.

There were office workers who had just finished overtime and young people who had just come out of nightclubs, still smelling of alcohol, and they came over when they saw that he was selling food.

"Boss, one order of fried rice, with sausage and egg."

"it is good."

"Two servings of fried noodles, and one serving of fried rice noodles."

"it is good."

As usual, A-Che worked silently. The firelight reflected on the boy's thin face, and sweat dripped down his temples. From his skillful wok-flipping technique, it was hard to tell that he was just a child under 17 years old.

These days, he helps out in Shaxian County every day. Although he does rough work like wiping tables and sweeping floors, he will intentionally or unintentionally observe how Li Zhibai cooks and flips the wok.

Believe it or not, he actually learned something from it and corrected some of his previous mistakes. Now he's noticeably more skilled and relaxed when making fried rice.

However, compared to a master like Li Zhibai, the gap is still very large.

This further solidified my desire to learn cooking from him.

2:30 a.m.

After completing the last transaction, there were hardly any people left on the street.

A-Che started packing up his stall, carrying pots and pans one by one onto the tricycle, sweeping the ground clean with a broom, and mopping it one last time before riding away.

After passing through several bustling yet quiet streets, he arrived at the urban village, where he lived, in an old building that had not yet been demolished.

He lives in a shared apartment with two small rooms. The apartment was originally rented out as a whole, but his current roommate sublet one of the smaller rooms to him at a lower price.

Although the house was a bit run-down, it had a shared kitchen. His roommate never cooked and ordered takeout every day, so he was basically the only one using the kitchen.

A-Che parked and locked the tricycle downstairs, then took the pots and pans to the kitchen to wash them.

He wasn't worried about disturbing his roommate by coming back so late, because his roommate was a night owl.

really.

He had just brought everything into the kitchen when he heard a series of angry roars coming from the next room.

"Damn it! Are you blind?! The enemy jungler has been in the jungle eight hundred times already, and you, the support, are just standing under the tower doing nothing, admiring the scenery?"

"Stop feeding! Please, all four of you, just go AFK! Even if you're AFK, I'd rather play with bot teammates than be a complete noob like you!"

"Damn it! A bunch of idiots! I might as well surrender, I can't even carry you guys!"

"....."

The owner of that irritable voice was his roommate, Liu Jie.

A 23-year-old, 1.83-meter-tall, strong man from Northeast China, who was said to have been a sprinter in the past.

Sometimes, A-Che couldn't understand why someone from Northeast China would travel all the way to Jiangcheng, not to find a job, but to stay in their rented room playing video games all night.

Want to play games? You can do it just as well back home, right? And the cost of living back home is much lower than in Jiangcheng.

And this guy talks a lot.

Every time A-Che encountered Liu Jie, he felt as if there was a Tang Monk chanting sutras in his ear, a constant, incessant buzzing.

"Support, come with me! What are you doing following the marksman?!"

"Don't fucking mess with me! This is a special account; if I lose one, I'll have to play two for free!"

"Damn it!"

"......"

Ah Che shook his head helplessly and continued packing his things.

When he finished washing the pots and pans, Liu Jie, with messy hair and slippers, came out. As he passed the kitchen, he saw A-Che and paused for a moment.

"Damn! Little brother, you're back!"

A-Che nodded.

Liu Jie rubbed his eyes and glanced at the time on his phone: "Damn! It's almost four o'clock! Um... little brother, could you get me some fried rice? It's hard to order takeout these days, I'm a bit hungry."

A-Che nodded again.

Liu Jie seemed used to the other person's quiet and reserved personality, and said, "Okay, I'll wait."

After saying that, he went into the bathroom and returned to the bedroom a minute later.

A-Che directly turned on the stove, heated the pan, added oil, and cracked eggs.

In less than ten minutes, a fragrant plate of fried rice was ready.

When he carried the fried rice into Liu Jie's room, the man from Northeast China was already asleep in his computer chair, drooling.

On the computer screen was a mukbang video, in which the streamer was stuffing large mouthfuls of fried chicken into his mouth, chewing it with a crunchy sound, which looked especially appetizing.

A-Che was about to leave after putting down the fried rice when Liu Jie's phone fell to the ground.

He picked it up casually and was about to put it on the table when a line of text suddenly appeared on the screen.

Matching...

Matchmaking successful, now entering the hero selection phase.

A-Che glanced down at Liu Jie, who was sleeping like a log, and hesitated.

If you just leave it alone, the system will automatically select a random player after the countdown ends, and then the player will be left to AFK in the game.

If you leave this game running AFK, you'll probably get points deducted, right?

Although he hadn't played the game much, he still knew the basic gameplay and rules.

On the character selection screen, there are 20 seconds left on the countdown.

Ache quickly glanced at the available heroes and then, based on his memory, chose a marksman—Hou Yi.

In the videos he watched, Hou Yi appeared quite frequently, and he was easy to play.

Just stand there and use a basic attack.

confirm.

Enter the game!