Crossover Anime: Randomly Setting Up a Stall with Binchotan Charcoal

Put the pot on the stove and start a fire.

Four servings of fried rice were quickly made, one for each person, and a pot of seaweed and egg soup was also cooked. Perfect.

"Holy crap, what's going on here? Is it a fried rice stall or a two-person food vendor?"

"Doing business here?"

"Selling fried rice on the battlefield?"

"He's cruel!"

The royal guards around were going crazy, staring wide-eyed at Xia Tian with utter confusion, and for a moment they forgot to drive him away.

This place is now haunted by monsters, and you don't even see a single person normally. What must this person be thinking to set up a stall here?

"Let's go, let's go take a look, are they really doing business?"

After finishing their task of setting up the cordon, the police officers, having nothing else to do, became curious about Xia Tian and his group and walked over.

"Boss, what are you doing? Selling fried rice?"

Summer heard the sound and was about to look up to answer when Xiao Binchotan had already warmly welcomed her.

"Uncles, would you like to buy some fried rice? My brother's fried rice is absolutely delicious, and it's only 1000 Dan a serving?"

Several police officers: ? ? ?

"So you guys are really here to set up a stall?"

Perhaps the confusion on their faces was too obvious, and Xia Tian's expression also became a little awkward.

If I hadn't miscalculated the distance, and it looked like the 100-plus servings of rice I prepared this morning wouldn't have sold today, I wouldn't have bothered to lure you all over here.

Even as I was thinking about it, summer didn't slow down.

Soon, dinner for the four of them was ready and plated.

Several police officers were very curious about Xia Tian's thought process.

Especially since they set up a stall on the edge of the battlefield, none of them had eaten dinner yet, which was unfortunate.

So everyone gathered around, wanting to see how good the owner's cooking was.

They're not envious of the 1000 Dan the boss makes, but they still need to see if it's worth it.

The aroma traveled further and further, attracting more and more people.

Many police officers came looking for the food and asked their colleague what delicious food he was making.

Soon, the police officers and mercenaries on the front lines all knew that a ruthless person had arrived, selling fried rice with eggs outside the abandoned building.

This immediately piqued everyone's curiosity.

It's not uncommon to see people selling fried rice at street stalls.

But I've never seen anyone dare to set up a stall on the front lines while facing an attack from level 5 gutturals.

This boss is greedy for money, he's risking his life!

Chapter 52: General Prison, Thousands of Years of Summer

On the building

"Where is that fragrance coming from?"

Ikuma Shōgan, a member of the Mishima Royal Guard, is partnered with Chizu Natsuyo, a member of the dolphin factor.

He was a bastard who made Chizu Natsume, a ten-year-old child, shoot and kill his colleague just to pocket the mission rewards.

A few hours ago, Ikuma got separated from his guard during a battle with a large group of Gastrea.

At this moment, he and 29 other members of the Mishima Royal Guard are waiting for orders in an abandoned building.

Countless monsters were tearing through the forest, but that was no longer their concern. Their new mission was to find the Hiruko combination and steal the box.

The group of people remained silent, quietly munching on their dry rations.

A fragrant aroma wafted through the air, and the police officers inside the building could smell the scent of fried rice.

The fragrant fried egg, combined with the caramelized aroma of fried rice, is more than the sum of its parts, and... there's even a hint of pepper.

Anyone who smelled the aroma instantly felt that the dry food in their hand didn't taste so good anymore.

"Oh, someone's cooking fried rice here?"

Ishigaki was extremely shocked.

One of the colleagues took out his phone to check the message, and the next moment he exclaimed in surprise.

"Holy crap, someone's selling fried rice in the plaza downstairs, and it costs 1000 Dan per serving?"

This statement contained so much information that it immediately startled the police officers in the building.

Coming to the front lines to set up a stall and sell fried rice?

Crazy?

Although earning 1000 Dan is profitable, you can't be so reckless with your money, can you?

Others earn their money through hard work, but you're earning money by risking your life.

So the police officers, who were just eating dry rations for a meal, stopped what they were doing.

Although the fried rice cost 1000 dan, they felt it was well worth the price.

The group of people looked at each other and then walked downstairs in unison.

From afar, several police officers, who had been starving all day, stared in disbelief at the egg fried rice being tossed high into the air by the iron wok at the stall, and subconsciously swallowed.

The stall owner was clearly a master; every scoop he made had a rhythmic quality.

The fried rice in the pan was like a work of art, with golden eggs and white rice intertwined, each grain of rice plump and springy, and it looked delicious at first glance.

"Boss, make me a serving too."

Yi Xiong took the lead, having just made a windfall and having plenty of money on him.

"Okay~"

Summer put down the half-eaten fried rice in her hand again, turned around, lit the fire, and got to work.

First, crack the eggs into the oil and quickly stir until well combined.

Add rice after the scrambled eggs are half-cooked!

boom!

Flames erupted.

In summer, stir-fry quickly and smoothly.

The rice grains separated one by one after being tossed and turned.

Mix the eggs and rice well.

After the two are perfectly mixed together.

Season with salt and pepper.

In an instant, all the fragrances were suppressed.

This is flame-grilled cuisine, the essence of Chinese cuisine.

Golden egg fried rice!

Normally, a perfect egg fried rice should be covered with an upside-down lid, but the cunning Summer didn't do that, deliberately letting its aroma escape.

Just as it was taking off the heat, the aroma of the steaming egg fried rice suddenly filled the air, spreading an even richer fragrance.

The person next to them was instantly drawn in and unconsciously leaned over to the side.

The fried rice on the tray reflected a golden light, dazzling and mesmerizing like gold.

Even those who don't know much about cooking can sense that this fried rice is an art form; it has a 'soul' about it.

The guards, still hesitant, subconsciously swallowed.

"Give us a bowl to try too."

Summer welcomes all, and a steaming hot fried rice is ready in just three minutes.

The prison guard first paid for his food and then quickly ate it with a spoon.

Upon tasting it, he was amazed by the exquisite flavor of the fried rice.

“Delicious, so delicious!”

With each bite, every grain of rice absorbs the aroma of the fried egg, becoming plump and elastic, as if they are dancing on the tip of the tongue, bringing an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

The addition of pepper is the finishing touch; it is mildly spicy yet gentle, adding a layer of flavor and complexity to the dish, making it truly delightful.

Especially at night when you're hungry, a bowl of hot fried rice with eggs brings endless warmth and satisfaction.

Jiang Jian didn't know how to describe the taste of the fried rice; he could only say that even if he were killed the next moment, he would feel no regrets.

(Hiruko Kagetane: As you wish.)

Soon, each police officer had a serving, and their reactions to eating the fried rice were surprisingly consistent.

"This tastes amazing!"

The guards' eyes lit up instantly.

Fighting for so long during the day takes a huge toll on both mental and physical strength.

They were exhausted and hungry, but after eating that one bite of fried rice, their fatigue vanished, their energy was replenished, and they instantly regained their strength.

"Boss, give me another bowl."

"I also want!"

"I'll have another one, 1000 Dan, little sister, please take it!"

Police officers who have tried the fried rice with egg would not think that 1000 dan is expensive; in fact, they would think that the owner is selling it too cheaply.

The way they rushed to pay left everyone else, who were still observing, dumbfounded.

Is it really that silky smooth?

"You guys are really willing to spend 1000 dan on a serving of fried rice?"

So, I'm the only one who's poor?

After muttering a few words, someone took a step forward.

But those who know their stuff are faster than them.

"Boss, how many servings of fried rice do you have left? I'll take them all."

A man in a well-tailored suit with graying hair approached Xia Tian. He was the butler of Sima Heavy Industries, in charge of the launch project for the Sky Ladder (Railgun).

Normally, someone of his status wouldn't look down on roadside stalls, but there were no conditions for cooking on the front lines, so having a hot meal was already a blessing.

His subordinate, trying to curry favor, brought him a plate of fried rice with eggs.

Upon tasting it, the butler was immediately amazed. He knew that his wife was a complete foodie, and he had to bring her this delicious fried rice to try.

His voice stunned the surrounding police officers.

What's going on? That's the butler of Sima Heavy Industries! Someone like that eats fried rice? And such expensive fried rice at that? Are rich people all fools?

"ignorance!"

The butler's assistant snorted coldly. "Do you think this fried rice is just ordinary fried rice? Do you believe that if you put it on a different plate and served it to the Holy Emperor, he would still praise it and buy it?"

"There are 25 servings left. Three have been reserved, so there are 22 left."

Xia Tian glanced at the table and said,

If this person hadn't booked everything, he would have left already. Judging by the time, the little girl, Chishou Natsuyo, was still guarding the Heavenly Ladder, resisting the monsters.

He was afraid something might happen if he arrived late, so he saved the three servings of fried rice for her and Yeonjoo.

"If you want them all, it'll be 2.2 Dan."

The butler nodded, indicating to his assistant to pay the bill.