Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

Inside the farmers' market.

The afternoon sun slanted in, and tiny dust particles floated in the air.

Zhou Tianran remained seated, his fingers gently tracing the yellowed pages as he perused the ancient book.

Just then, a man wearing a vest strode in, scooped a cup of water from the bucket by the wall, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

He wiped his mouth with his arm and shouted at Zhou Tianran through the glass window:

"Boss, it's been delivered. It's at Nanda Night Market. I asked around nearby, and he must have just picked up that food truck. The stuff on it should be street-style steak."

Zhou Tianran didn't even lift his eyelids, only shook his head almost imperceptibly, his lips moved slightly, and he mumbled something barely audible:

"Another one-off deal."

The guy didn't seem to care.

He casually put down the cup, wiped his sweat, and turned back to his work.

Ling Yun had already returned to the food truck. After thinking for a moment, he decided not to set up his stall tonight. He stacked the meat pieces into the refrigerator and turned to start organizing the colorful seasonings.

Because there are more than 300 varieties.

Not content with filling the entire bar counter, he laboriously moved two folding tables out of the car and set them up outside before finally managing to put them down.

Fortunately, his food truck is big.

We rented two parking spaces in the parking lot, which was enough to fit two tables.

Everything is ready.

Ling Yun dusted off his hands and mentally summoned the system:

"What should I do?"

System: "Please develop the system yourself. The food cart's effects will be triggered automatically, and the results and direction will depend on your cooking."

understood.

Lingyun took out a piece of grass-fed tendon to use as practice material.

This is his bottom line.

The meat has a clear marbling and fine fat, justifying its street-side steak price.

He picked up the knife, sliced ​​the meat neatly, and then rhythmically pounded it with a meat mallet, gradually softening and flattening the slices under the pounding.

Lingyun prepared all nine sauces recommended by Zhou Tianran.

He carefully weighed each ingredient with a measuring spoon, and the sauce slowly blended in the bowl, releasing its unique aroma:

It has the rich aroma of garlic, the freshness of lemongrass, and the depth of black truffle.

Dip the steak in the sauce.

Make sure every fiber is soaked in the marinade, then drizzle with oil to lock in the moisture of the beef, cover with plastic wrap and set aside to marinate in the refrigerator.

The nine seasonings are all different.

By the time the ninth one was finished, the first one had been marinating for half an hour.

The iron plate is lit.

With a hum, the heat spread out evenly.

Lingyun put on an apron and began cooking.

At this stage, this is where Ling Yun excels.

The steak sizzled on the hot plate.

The edges quickly curled up, and a brown, charred layer slowly formed.

Ling Yun squinted at him.

You can judge the doneness of a steak by its color, smell, the rebound force when pressed, and the aroma released by the fat at high temperatures.

Three minutes later.

He scooped up a large scoop of golden butter and slapped it onto the steak. The butter melted quickly upon contact with the heat, bubbling and coating the entire piece of meat for the final seasoning.

One more minute.

The medium-rare steak came out of the oven perfectly, its surface caramelized and fragrant, revealing a tender pink cross-section when cut open.

A perfectly cooked yellow mustard garlic steak, A-.

Ling Yun let out a soft "hmm" in his heart.

This is the first time the system has given such a label.

A-, what level is that?

He picked up his knife and fork, cut off a small piece, and put it in his mouth.

After a few chews, your mouth will be filled with fragrance.

Overall, it was very delicious.

The yellow mustard and garlic flavor is unique and distinct. The beef is cooked to perfection, and the juices burst in your mouth when you bite into it. It is tender and juicy. The flavor of the marinade is also very obvious. It does not overpower the original flavor of the beef, but rather enhances it.

It's even slightly better than the quality I had at that shop.

The stove and marinade both played a crucial role.

then.

Lingyun then tasted the other nine flavors one by one.

The ratings are all very similar, mostly at the A or A- level.

According to this standard, the quality of the steaks used to be around B.

"This is a bit troublesome."

He put down his knife and fork, plopped down on the stool, and looked at his half-full stomach with a dilemma.

He is now facing two problems.

One reason is that if this experiment continues, I definitely won't be able to eat anymore.

After completing nine flavors, he still had no direction in developing new recipes and became even more confused.

The key point is...

The most outstanding taste of these nine steaks comes from the heat control during cooking, not from the marinade or sauce.

In other words.

Even the recipe chosen by Zhou Tianran still couldn't match his masterful frying skills. The new flavor might be surprising, but it didn't produce any amazing chemical reaction.

"Chef Ling, what are you doing here!"

suddenly.

A clear female voice interrupted Ling Yun's thoughts.

Ling Yun looked up and saw Li He standing smiling outside the car door. He instinctively replied:

"I'm researching new dishes for my street food stall!"

"New dishes?"

Li He's eyes darted around, and she instantly realized what was going on. Hands on her hips, she shouted, "So you took over my food truck yourself? And then you asked me for a commission? That's just awful!"

"hey-hey!"

Ling Yun revealed a shrewd smile typical of honest people, scratched his head, and said, "Every little bit helps, you see, I didn't even try to bargain with you."

"I didn't make any money off you; I'm losing money hand over fist!"

Li He pouted, her cheeks puffed out, her face full of resentment.

Drive this food truck.

She has already been tortured in many ways.

For example, a cute food cart won't necessarily make your customers buy food. If you prepare too much food and it doesn't sell, it will really go bad. No matter how pretty you are, you still have to respect taste.

The final transfer was unexpected.

He was even deceived by Ling Yun, who had an honest-looking face.

Ling Yun suddenly seemed to remember something, and his eyes lit up: "Don't be sad, I'll treat you to steak."

"real?"

Li He's eyes widened, she instinctively covered her collar, tilted her head, and spoke with a hint of wariness:

"You don't have any special feelings for me, do you?"

These days.

There are quite a few people eyeing female college students.

Huh? Ling Yun was taken aback.

You know what, Li He, this female college student, is in the prime of her youth and looks beautiful. Even though she's only wearing a simple T-shirt and a white long skirt, she still exudes youthful charm.

Her face had a healthy rosy glow, and her skin was plump and elastic, radiating youthful vitality.

She was also more energetic than her peers, and her hormones were more pronounced.

But he never thought of it that way.

"Stop fooling around!"

Ling Yun quickly waved his hand, righteously denying it: "I'm researching the dishes, I just don't want to waste food!"

Li He was initially worried that Ling Yun had ulterior motives, but seeing his resolute refusal, she felt inexplicably annoyed.

She subconsciously swayed her body slightly from side to side, causing her skirt to flutter.

Am I not pretty enough?

From childhood to adulthood, she has always been the most beautiful girl in her class. She never shows any interest in beautiful women, but she often turns her head to look at delicious food.

Everyone else knows.

If you invite her out, just tell her you've discovered a new restaurant; she'll definitely not refuse.

Relying on this face.

She can get over 300 free meals a year.

of course.

Afterwards, she would clearly express her feelings and then pay her share of the expenses.

What her best friends envy most is that she has a body that can eat whatever she wants without gaining weight. It's like there's a high-temperature incinerator inside her body; whatever goes in is burned to ashes.

As soon as Ling Yun extended the invitation, she immediately became unable to move.

You know what?

She had tasted this chef's cooking over the past year, and just thinking about it made her mouth water.