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This is unavoidable; the copied abilities will be adapted and optimized to suit Lin Linhou's own situation in order to achieve that natural and seamless feeling.

Especially with procedural action-type abilities, they must look like the absolute mastery of an artist who has dedicated half their life to studying and mastering the art of simplicity.

But this kind of relaxed and carefree beauty is quite striking when applied to making jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes), like the old oil seller who poured nine feet of oil through the eye of a coin without spilling a drop. Yet Lin Linhou's face is so young.

"Done! Your two extra egg, sausage, and bacon jianbing guozi, 18 yuan in total. Thank you for your patronage."

In less than a minute, two pre-packaged jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes) were handed to Zhao Kongcheng, leaving him completely bewildered.

But now he doesn't have to worry about whether the jianbing guozi is undercooked. This kid has obviously practiced; his stall is very well made.

Zhao Kongcheng scanned the QR code to pay, then found a spot on a nearby flower bed to stand and eat.

This efficiency left the food stall owner next door, who had originally intended to come up and discuss the stall issue, completely dumbfounded.

Huh? These days, do they roll up pancakes like this?

Young man, you're making me look really stupid, especially since I usually take several minutes to finish one...

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know this was your spot. Here's two thousand yuan. Could I use this space for the next couple of days? I'm waiting for someone, and I'll leave as soon as they arrive."

As for the original food stall owner at this location, Lin Linhou naturally believed that it was better to avoid trouble, since problems that could be solved with money weren't really problems.

Although he wasn't very rich either.

The snack stall owner stared blankly at the two thousand yuan in his hand, then put it into his pocket and pondered for a moment.

"Oh~~~ I get it! I understand, I understand. It's just a spot near the door. Since you've said so, then feel free to use it. I won't bother you any longer, I'll be going now."

The boss clenched his fist and slammed it into his palm, looking as if he had suddenly had a flash of inspiration and understood something.

Young-looking, skilled, paid to reserve a spot for two days? Then leave as soon as someone else arrives?

Boss: -(￢?￢)σ I get it, an undercover mission, right? It must be like that.

He had heard that police officers often disguised themselves as various vendors, but he never expected to actually encounter one today.

These undercover cops are really dedicated these days. Their textbook-perfect techniques show they've had special training. Even after working in the snack food business for years, I'm still ashamed of myself. It's not your peers that defeat you, but those from other fields.

The food stall owner nodded meaningfully, then quietly pushed his cart away, intending to continue doing business on other streets.

Lin Linhou: ...

I felt like this old man had misunderstood something, but never mind, the problem should be solved anyway.

[Linhou, you're wasting money again. You're always like this. How much money do we have that's not enough for you?]

From last night until now, I've taken a taxi, stayed in a hotel, bought some equipment, and now I'm spending money to get rid of people.

It hasn't even been half a day, and five or six thousand five hundred yuan is gone. The system is heartbreaking to see.

"Alright, alright, you're starting to feel bad again. Money is meant to be spent; you can always earn more if you lose it."

He's practically an all-around worker now; having many skills is never a bad thing, so making money isn't too difficult for him.

"Besides, I have no mortgage or car loan, no wife or children to support, no elders or relatives to take care of, no vices like smoking, drinking, gambling, or prostitution, and no medical expenses..."

Lin Linhou shrugged. He really couldn't figure out where else he could spend his money if he didn't use it so freely.

He's not the type who's "terrified of poverty and doesn't dare spend a single penny."

In Lin Linhou's eyes, money is just a tool. Tools are used to solve problems, achieve goals, and save time by getting rid of troubles.