Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

"What's wrong?"

Li Yi took the towel off his shoulder, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and grinned:

"Your stingy partner has finally decided to use good ingredients?"

Once upon a time.

In order to control costs, Wen Chong only allowed Ling Yun to use the worst quality synthetic steak.

This is the level of steak available right now.

It was only after Ling Yun argued repeatedly and the customer showed obvious dissatisfaction after the replacement that it was kept.

Key Lingyun also eats these three meals a day.

Li Yi once suggested to Wen Chong that even if he served inferior food to the guests, he should at least buy some good food for Ling Yun. Besides, if he bought expensive meat, he could sell it even if he priced it higher.

When Wen Chong heard that it was for Ling Yun, he refused without hesitation.

Li Yi really liked Ling Yun's cooking, but he had no interest in the low-quality beef. He would often bring out some good cuts and ask Ling Yun to cook them for him separately. The few hundred yuan he gave each time was Ling Yun's only monthly living expenses.

Ling Yun gently shook his head, forcing a smile.

"I'm working independently now!"

He still felt depressed when he thought of Wen Chong.

However, he quickly took a deep breath, rallied, his eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face.

"From now on, I will not only make street-style steaks, but also many new dishes. I think you will like them."

Li Yi glanced sideways at Ling Yun's complex expression, smiled, and said nothing more.

He paused for a moment.

Suddenly, he raised his thick, calloused hand and patted Ling Yun's shoulder forcefully:

"I trust you."

He extended his index finger and tapped it against his lips, his tone becoming serious:

"Your cooking skills have improved continuously under my tasting. You are a very special chef. You are improving very quickly and steadily. I believe in you. I have faith in you."

Ling Yun was stunned.

He didn't think much of his greeting.

He just wanted to greet the other person in case they met Wen Chong and didn't know the situation, which could lead to misunderstandings.

did not expect.

But he received a rather earnest blessing.

Ling Yun's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed the words of emotion that were about to come out. He smiled and responded politely:

"You're too kind, I'll keep trying!"

As he spoke, he reached out and took the meat, putting it into the cardboard box.

"I'm not just being polite."

Li Yi handed over the last bag of beef, and then added emphatically:

"I've been eating meat in this wholesale market since I was eight years old. I can't speak for anything else, but when it comes to my palate, I'm second to none."

He waved his hand, creating a cool breeze:

"I've never met a chef like you before. I'm looking forward to surprising you!"

Ling Yun took a few deep breaths, his chest heaving.

Although he firmly believed he would succeed.

Receiving such affirmation still leaves me speechless with emotion.

He straightened his back and nodded solemnly: "Please wait for my news."

When we left the wholesale market, the midday sun was blazing.

The sunlight felt warm on Lingyun.

He went to buy other ingredients and was busy until 2 p.m. before returning to the food truck and putting all the ingredients into the refrigerator.

Girls are delicate.

The food truck not only had electricity, but it even had air conditioning, something his rented apartment didn't have.

Ling Yun raised his hand and pressed the air conditioner switch, and a cool breeze blew out.

He lay exhausted on the edge of the teppanyaki grill and dozed off.

In his dream, he was always cooking.

Just as he was pouring a spoonful of thick black pepper sauce over the sizzling steak, preparing to serve it to the guest, he suddenly woke up.

"I've got an idea!"

He suddenly jumped up from his chair, his eyes shining, and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

He quickly washed his hands, stood in front of the iron plate, and turned on the fire.

Flames leaped up and licked the iron plate. But after a moment, he reached out and turned off the fire.

Steak is just pan-fried.

The tenderloin and ribeye are juicy, and the sirloin is chewy.

These three giants each have their own characteristics, and the frying techniques have long had fixed patterns based on their characteristics.

I want to add something new to this dish.

The only way is to innovate in the recipe for marinating the beef and the sauce that is poured on top at the end.

We want to innovate.

The usual seasonings like salt, pepper, and garlic are definitely not enough; we need some novel, unique spices that have never been used before.

Lingyun locked the food cart, took out his phone, swiped a few times on the screen, and found the largest local farmers' market.

In order to ensure that all items are purchased.

Lingyun didn't compare prices this time either.

Instead, they went into Zhouji Grocery Store, the largest store with the most goods.

The shop is about fifty square meters.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of star anise, cinnamon, and cloves.

Unlike other grocery stores.

Besides the dozens of common seasonings displayed at the entrance, there is a partition in the middle of the shop with a cement wall at the bottom and a glass wall at the top.

There were shop assistants greeting customers in front.

The boss sat behind the glass.

With the rows of neat shelves behind him, and the glass boxes of various sizes and heights on the shelves, the boss's straight-buttoned blue Tang suit, plus the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, made him look just like a traditional Chinese medicine window in a hospital.

Ling Yun has a sharp eye.

Those glass boxes of different sizes contained all sorts of spices.

Some were ground into fine powder, while others retained their original woody form, with dried leaves, curled pods, and fragments of bark.

Everything is available.

Ling Yun leaned closer to the glass and raised his voice to ask:

"Boss, are all these spices behind you?"

"right."

The shop owner, head down, was flipping through a yellowed old book in his hands. Without looking up, he handed a slip of paper through the window:

"Fill in whatever you want, minimum order weight is three pounds!"

Lingyun took the order and pulled it open with a whoosh.

Good guy.

The names were written on both sides of the octavo page.

To Lingyun's great surprise,

Each spice is accompanied by a brief note.

Although simple.

However, it allowed him to gain a general understanding of this spice.

But then he ran into another problem.

What should he choose?

Lingyun is preparing for innovation, but without any standards, there is no direction.

"Give me a pound of each."

Ling Yun glanced down at the prices on the flyer, then quickly and silently changed his mind:

"Well, let's get a pound of everything priced under 300 yuan each first."

He handed the completed form back.

The owner inside took it, glanced at it casually, put it down, then picked up the basket of spices and the order form, holding them there for a long time without moving.

A few seconds passed.

The shopkeeper seemed to realize something and abruptly looked up at Ling Yun: "Why do you need so many spices?"

"Research a new formula!" Ling Yun answered truthfully.

What do you do?

"Night market stalls, street-side steaks."

The boss finally showed a reaction on his face.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, put down the form, took a business card from the drawer, and handed it over through the glass window:

"Scan the QR code to add me on WeChat? What era are we living in? Who develops their own formula these days?"

He waved the leaflet in his hand, his tone carrying the confidence of someone with experience:

"Since you're willing to use real fragrances instead of industrial synthetics, I'll share the formula information with you. I've researched this myself, and it's much better than those cheap, mass-produced ones that cost thirty yuan a day."

Ling Yun was completely dumbfounded.

Has my research and innovation journey ended before it even began?

He looked completely bewildered.

The boss softened his tone:

"Having this idea is good, but don't even think about doing research. Just work hard and honestly; this industry is all about hard-earned money!"

Ling Yun snapped out of his daze, took out his phone, scanned the QR code, and added the verified account.

The other person's name is Zhou Tianran.

After becoming friends.

He quickly sent over 100MB of recipe files.

Lingyun searched and quickly found steak marinade recipes, including nine that Zhou Tianran specifically recommended.

Yellow mustard garlic, Mexican red chili, Korean chili sauce, basil tomato, Thai sweet and sour, black truffle butter, cheese garlic, lemongrass lemon flavor, fermented bean curd garlic.

Ling Yun stared at his phone screen, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

This is over 100MB of formula information.

It represents the industrial flavor of modern horror, combined with advanced information.

Seasoning skills that were once the foundation of a family's livelihood are now being shared for free online.

The influence of culinary skills certainly remains.

It seems that you can always find the answer you're looking for when it comes to seasoning.

Innovation seemed like a pipe dream.

Just then, a voice rang in his mind:

System: "Don't look down on me, I'm the God of Cooking System."

Ling Yun was startled, his eyes widening in astonishment.

This was the first time he had ever heard the system speak in a human-like voice.

He took a deep breath and silently asked himself:

"Can I really create a completely new formula?"

System: "You only need to reach the God-level in terms of dishes, or upgrade your food cart to level 10 or above."

"God-level? Level 10 or higher?"

Ling Yun repeated it to himself, filled with confusion:

"What does that mean?"

"Unprecedented!" the system said. "If you don't spread this, there's a high probability that no one will ever do it again!"

Ling Yun suddenly raised his head, his eyes hardening, and shouted to the boss behind the glass:

"Boss Zhou, one pound of everything, please!"

Zhou Tianran lowered his head, making sure his gaze no longer met Ling Yun's through his glasses.

That gaze held both scrutiny and surprise:

"Seriously?"

"Yes!" Ling Yun nodded vigorously.

Zhou Tianran put down the basket he was carrying, picked up five large boxes from beside him, and patted the lids:

"Total: 14829 yuan, delivery included!"

Ling Yun's heart skipped a beat, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

What the hell!

I acted impulsively!