Food Intelligence King

Chapter 13 can help me with a small favor.
Unaware of the facts, onlookers at the back of the line also noticed something amiss.

"Checking ID. This person must be a city management officer."

"Will they impound the car?"

"Oh no! What about the pickled cucumbers I ordered the day before yesterday?"

At the end of the line, an insider who wished to remain anonymous offered words of comfort:

"Don't worry, Baozi took a day off a few days ago. I asked around and he went to get the business license."

"Oh, I knew it was no problem. The things he sells are very clean."

The crowd gradually calmed down.

Only the customer who shooed Wang Meng to join the queue scratched his head and asked, "Was I too loud just now?"

Of course, the situation is far less serious than people have guessed.

First of all, people rest on weekends, so this isn't a proper checkup at all.

Secondly, Wang Meng loved eating the steamed buns made by Chen Zhou.

The two then started chatting while setting up their stall.

Wang Meng said, "Boss, I suggest you open a shop as soon as possible."

Chen Zhou was a little confused. "Didn't you just say that this was a very standard little stall? Why are you suggesting that I open a shop now?"

“Sometimes I spill steamed buns on my car,” Wang Meng frowned slightly, recalling some unpleasant experiences. “If I open a shop, I can sit down and eat there.”

"And then you spilled it in my shop, right?" Chen Zhou smiled.

The urban management officers in front of him shattered his previous stereotypes about the profession.

The other person was clearly a very humane comrade.

Chen Zhou was also willing to try to break away from his professional relationship with Wang Meng and talk about more personal topics:

"So you were lying to that girl, and you ate the steamed bun in the car?"

"You heard everything! It wasn't really a lie, was it?"

Wang Meng sighed:
"I like spicy food, but she can't have even a little bit. I love steamed buns, but she insists on drinking coffee."
A relationship where people can't share a common interest in food is unlikely to last.

"Hmm~ that's true."

As a married person with a child in kindergarten, Chen Zhou felt that the other person's analysis was quite reasonable.

“Alright, boss, let’s not talk about this anymore,” Wang Meng said seriously. “I want to talk to you about something important.”

"Please go ahead, sir."

“What kind of leader am I?” Wang Meng clicked his tongue. “When we’re not working, just call me by my name.”

Chen Zhou nodded:

"Okay, Captain Wang."

Having no other recourse but to deal with Master Chen, Wang Meng could only proceed with his own business:
“My boss has been acting strangely lately, insisting that everyone make short videos. I think your stall is really good, and I'd like to use it as material.”

As the old saying goes, your perspective is determined by where you sit.

Chen Zhou is currently just a small vendor, and he never expected to attract attention from the urban management officers.

He politely declined.

"That's not really appropriate, my stall has only been open for a week."

Seeing Chen Zhou's dilemma, Wang Meng did not press the matter.

He could understand it after thinking about it. The area where Master Chen set up his stall was not included in the key inspection area. If they really used someone else's steamed bun stall to film a video...
This will likely cause him a lot of trouble.

"Alright, Master Chen, I was hoping to use your stall to take a good picture of what to make so that other vendors could copy it. That way, I might be able to help them out."

Because just by talking, they don't know what to do.

You haven't seen it. Lots of people get checked repeatedly because their paperwork isn't complete, and when they finally run into us, they even lose their customers along with them.

"Wait a minute." Chen Zhou reached out and stopped Wang Meng, who was about to leave.

Upon seeing this, the other party immediately spoke with righteous indignation:

"Stop! Don't give me anything, I bought the steamed buns myself. Don't worry, I'll be a regular customer. I didn't mean any harm."

Chen Zhou laughed and said, "Captain Wang, I mean, just come and film whatever you want, I'm ready to cooperate anytime."

Wang Meng was a little confused after hearing this.

"Didn't you mean you were willing just now?" "I've changed my mind."

Chen Zhou knew that he had completed the entire process so easily with the help of intelligence and business tips.

Not everyone has a system.

Being chased by urban management officers must be a terrible experience.

Chen Zhou was willing to do a small favor.

Upon learning that Chen Zhou was willing to cooperate with the filming, Wang Meng was in high spirits. "Then I won't disturb your business any longer. Let's add each other on WeChat and keep in touch!"

"Okay, Captain Wang."

The number of pedestrians on the road gradually decreased.

The incessant chirping of cicadas has become the main noise source on the road.

With the last steamed bun sold, Chen Zhou's stall business officially came to an end for the day.

Over the past three days, thanks to his improved skills, Chen Zhou has been able to gradually increase the number of steamed buns he makes.

Thanks to the recognition of diners,

He always manages to sell out all two hundred or so steamed buns before going home.

Chen Zhou had to admire himself.
"Professional-level techniques are just different; they guarantee both quality and quantity."

At this point, he had accumulated 185 positive review points.

If there are no skills you urgently need to improve, you can save them to break through the level 700 lv3 barrier.

Chen Zhou recently made a summary.

The positive review points system for intelligence systems can be likened to pouring water into a cup.

The system's rating is like the cup's capacity, and the positive review points are like the water level.

Fill the current cup to the brim, and it will be replaced with a larger container.

"No need to rush, take your time, it will fill up naturally."

Chen Zhou reminded himself that only by cooking well could he ensure a continuous supply of water.

When I got home and took a shower.

Chen Zhou inexplicably recalled the urban management officers he had encountered earlier that day.

Although the two initially joked, Chen Zhou took Wang Meng's advice about opening a shop to heart.

For Chen Zhou, setting up a street stall has very low costs.

But from the customer's perspective, if they are in a hurry to try a couple of bites, they have to eat while walking.

Opening a small shop allows people to sit down and enjoy themselves at their leisure.

It's warm in winter and cool in summer, and it's not afraid of wind or rain.

Moreover, Chen Zhou's kitchen is already becoming somewhat inadequate. In particular, the refrigerator, which he uses to store pickled cucumbers, has taken up a lot of space these past two days due to his stall's needs.

It seems that opening a store should be gradually put on the agenda.

"Besides accumulating points for positive reviews, I also need to save some money."

After taking a shower, Chen Zhou went into the bedroom.

Ms. Lin was on the bed, holding Tao Tao and telling her stories from picture books.

Chen Zhou, like a cricket, squeezed from the foot of the bed between the two of them.

Chen Taotao happily pounced on him, landing with a resounding crash. Then, pointing to the illustrations in the sketchbook, she said to Chen Zhou:
"This is the father bear, and this is the mother bear."

Chen Zhou couldn't help but interject, "Then you're the brat from up there."

"No, no, this is a little bear." The little girl quickly waved her hand, correcting Chen Zhou's mistake, and then begged her mother to tell it again, so that her father could listen along.

Ms. Lin told a picture book story, which made Chen Zhou drowsy.

Perhaps it's because I feel too safe and secure when I'm with my family.

Before going to sleep, Chen Zhou glanced at the system countdown.

"The intelligence will be updated again tomorrow morning."

(End of this chapter)