Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

"I never imagined it would have so many more functions!"

Lingyun closed the system interface, reflecting on the changes the system had just made.

This unlimited food truck system.

In addition to his own cooking stats interface, there is an upgrade option for the food cart. Each upgrade unlocks new functional modules and has special effects.

This update.

This made him reflect again on his collaboration with Wen Chong.

Is it because the other party never treated him as a partner, but only as a chef, and the items in the store did not belong to him, that the system did not involve equipment upgrades?

So it is calculated that...

This kind of food truck, which can be run by one person, was his ideal model before he could afford to open a big restaurant.

Ling Yun originally thought that the system's ability to quantify his cooking skills and gradually improve his cooking level was already incredibly powerful. Now, even his cooking utensils could be upgraded infinitely and bring extraordinary special effects.

Then we'd have to take off immediately.

Of course, upgrading isn't so easy either.

Each upgrade requires completing a specific task.

Even to reactivate the system, you have to complete the initial task first.

[Activate the food truck mission: Receive personal praise from one hundred customers.]

It's not difficult to earn praise from diners.

Over the course of the year, Lingyun has accumulated a considerable number of regular customers, far exceeding one hundred.

The difficult part is praising someone to their face.

Chinese people tend to be relatively reserved, especially men. If they like your food, you'll gain a quiet, regular customer. But even if they eat there for a year, they might not say more than ten words to you besides ordering food.

When he starts talking to you first one day

He must have brought his friends.

Only then will the pent-up excitement in my heart be unable to be suppressed and will be expressed directly.

We want them to praise us in person.

We must surprise and delight our customers who are used to our steaks.

That's...difficult.

Lingyun's own culinary skills are not comprehensive.

This past year.

He pan-fried hundreds of steaks and cooked pasta every day, mastering the three skills of pan-frying, deep-frying, and boiling, and finally creating a street-side steak that sells for its delicious aroma.

Let's change to another dish.

He wasn't even confident he could keep his regular customers.

But he also had to innovate.

But his current skill level is the result of a year of hard work and honing, and it would be extremely difficult for him to innovate and reach new heights.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the food cart, and muttered to himself:

"It's all up to you now!"

[Level 1 Food Cart (Stove) Inspiration: When developing new dishes at the stove, there is a chance to trigger a burst of inspiration, resulting in recipe improvements or entirely new recipes.]

His only way now.

The only solution is to develop a new formula.

I just don't know how low the odds are!

As night deepened, the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow.

Ling Yun put away the contract and walked towards his rented room.

Like all universities, there is always a cluster of rental houses near the university.

When I came last year.

Ling Yun didn't have much money on him.

The room I rented was the worst one out there; the roof leaked, the toilet was shared, the faucet was outside the door, and the ditch in front of the door always reeked of a foul stench.

Its advantage lies in its affordability, costing only 350 yuan per month.

For the past year, he has been leaving early and returning late every day.

This place was just a shelter, a place for him to sleep each night.

He came here alone a year ago to start from scratch.

just now.

He was still alone, still starting over, but he was no longer the incompetent man he once was.

Moonlight streamed through the window.

Lingyun tucked the bank card under her pillow, patted it, and went to sleep contentedly.

Now he has more than 90,000 yuan in his hands, and he has completely separated from Wen Chong, from now on he will be responsible for his own profits and losses.

He was confident that he could make money.

He was an orphan who grew up relying on the kindness of others, but now he has a skill to make a living.

Early the next morning.

He first took inventory of the items on the food cart.

The most important thing is the tableware.

Li He originally ran a milk tea shop and had all kinds of juicing tools, but she didn't have any teppanyaki equipment; all she had were some buckets and plates for holding condiments.

Ling Yun frowned, wiped the edge of the countertop with his fingertip, leaving a sticky layer of sugar residue on his fingertip, and muttered to himself:

"This young lady, so glamorous on the outside, how did she manage to make such a dirty food cart?"

The next second, he picked up his tools and began to clean.

First, shovel; second, sweep; third, mop; fourth, wipe; fifth, collect the water.

Ling Yunguang had six cleaning cloths of different uses hanging on the shelf.

Add a spare.

He bought a total of twenty towels made of different materials.

Some are specifically responsible for removing stains, some for removing grease, some for wiping with water, and some for absorbing water.

soon.

The entire food cart, which was only a dozen square meters in size, was completely transformed, becoming clean and bright, so clear that people could see their reflections in it.

After you've finished these tasks...

He didn't feel tired at all; on the contrary, he felt full of energy.

It's true that working for yourself gives you motivation.

Clean up the area.

Ling Yun immediately took out a ruler and paper and pen, measured and recorded the dimensions of the food cart's interior, and then hailed a tricycle to take him to the secondhand market.

This is called the second-hand market.

In fact, all kinds of new furniture, home appliances, and catering supplies are available.

Sell ​​the milk tea appliances that you no longer need.

I bought another teppanyaki countertop that was the right size to cook eight steaks at the same time, and then added three gas cylinders next to it.

The sunlight slanted across the brand-new teppanyaki grill, reflecting a dazzling sheen.

Ling Yun reached out and touched the smooth, flat iron plate, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.

In Wenchong.

Lingyun used eight stoves with iron plates.

A regular stovetop paired with a thin-bottomed pan heats up quickly but also cools down quickly. Once the pan is hot, a room-temperature steak is placed in, and the pan temperature drops sharply, making it difficult to achieve the desired caramelization effect and easily causing the meat to become tough.

A hot plate is different.

The iron plate has a large area and sufficient thickness, resulting in more even heating and strong heat storage capacity.

It can quickly reach and maintain a high temperature, which can quickly caramelize the surface of the steak, lock in the internal juices, and achieve a truly crispy exterior and tender interior.

Adding ingredients such as butter and brandy and then igniting them with a flame not only enhances the aroma but also creates a spectacular firework display.

Unused countertop space.

It can also cook side dishes such as onions, broccoli, and eggs at the same time.

High efficiency in serving meals.

This perfectly matches the one-pot cooking method used in street-style steak restaurants.

He had mentioned this to Wen Chong many times.

But the other party always countered him by saying, "Use it if you can."

He's unwilling to use good kitchenware, but he's willing to spend 200,000 yuan on wall renovations, replacing tables, chairs, and the front desk.

Lingyun knew.

The renovation team was Zhou Meimei's relative; they estimated they would pocket 100,000 out of the 200,000 yuan.

Out of consideration for their childhood friendship, he didn't bring it up.

Now that I've remembered, I'll have to get it back from them when the time comes.

Ling Yun took a deep breath, took out a black notebook, and wrote down a note with a slightly faster hand holding the pen.

He was an orphan.

He grew up on charity and was ostracized at school, so he made a brother in Wen Chong.

More than 20 years of friendship were exhausted in one year.

Ling Yun stood beside the tricycle, patted the brand-new iron plate, and muttered:

"Now it's great, I can make all the decisions myself! New kitchenware, a new beginning!"

After saying that, he put away his notebook and called out to the tricycle driver, "Let's go!"

The tricycle's motor hummed.

A gentle breeze carrying moisture blew in, carrying away Lingyun's restlessness.

I sold the old appliance for 170 yuan.

The tricycle ride cost 80 yuan round trip, and I got an extra 20 yuan for helping to move things, making it exactly 100 yuan.

There are 81 gas cylinders, and the deposit for each cylinder is 200 yuan, totaling 840 yuan.

A teppanyaki grill with a countertop 1.8 meters long and 0.8 meters wide costs 6800 pieces.

The total cost of plates, bowls, and chopsticks was 420 yuan.

Not considered food ingredients.

These hardware devices cost 7990 yuan, and with the 22500 yuan he spent last night, he now has 89510 yuan left.

After settling the accounts.

Ling Yun let out a long breath, his brows relaxing considerably.

There are still nearly 90,000 yuan left.

We should be able to hold out until he comes up with a new formula.

When the system is officially activated, he will be able to continue improving his cooking skills.

After the equipment is set up.

Lingyun then rushed to the wholesale market and visited the familiar Changsheng Meat Wholesale Market.

The owner, Li Yi, was busy tidying up the freezer when he heard footsteps. He looked up, his chubby face beaming with a smile.

"Ah Yun, you just bought 500 jin yesterday, why are you here again today? Business must be booming!"

The shop owner, Li Yi, is a fat man weighing over 200 pounds. The shop is a family business, with all sorts of relatives occupying more than ten shops in this meat wholesale market.

He loves to eat.

He particularly loved the street-side steaks at Lingyun.

Every time Lingyun came to buy goods, he, the boss, would personally entertain him.

As Li Yi spoke, he patted the freezer next to him with his round palm:

"The usual rules?"

A street-side steak costs 150 grams.

Lingyun can sell 300 to 400 portions after a busy night, and occasionally up to 500 on weekends, averaging more than 100 jin per day.

Li Yi's men acted quickly; as soon as he finished speaking, they deftly scooped out several bags of grass-fed shank.

This meat costs 35 yuan per pound.

Ten pounds can be cut into thirty-three 150-gram slices of meat, with each slice costing less than 11 yuan.

"etc!"

Ling Yun raised his hand to block, and called out with a smile to stop Li Yi, who was about to scoop up more grass-fed shank:

"Today, the hour is different."