Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

"Hello, boss."

Zhang Moli stood gracefully before Ling Yun, her legs together and her hands hanging obediently in front of her.

She tilted her head slightly, opened her mouth to reveal two cute little tiger teeth, and waved enthusiastically:

"I am the Jasmine they're talking about, but all that talk about good luck is just their opinion. I just get lucky occasionally! They're exaggerating."

Her voice was clear and melodious, and her laughter was graceful yet charming, making one want to take special care of her.

No wonder people say that.

Girls who smile a lot are lucky.

When people see you, they'll be in a good mood, and things won't go too badly for them.

Ling Yun nodded, handed over a few empty boxes, and with a smirk, gestured for everyone to do as they pleased:

"Alright, it's up to you guys now!"

Everyone immediately took action.

Everyone pitched in, and in no time the baskets were filled with colorful powders. Before long, they had prepared dozens of marinade recipes for Lingyun.

Lingyun rolled up his sleeves and placed the pieces of beef that had been marinated earlier onto the hot plate.

The sizzling sound on the hot plate rose and fell, and the aroma of meat filled the air.

Four general reports.

Li He finally got to eat Ling Yun's A+ grade steak.

As soon as she took her first bite, her eyes widened, and with the second and third bites, her cheeks bulged out.

She covered her mouth and mumbled an apology to He Yu:

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you earlier... This is really hard to stop eating once you start."

A 75-gram steak.

Li He finished eating in less than twenty seconds, and even after finishing, she licked her lips with lingering satisfaction, her eyes fixed on the sizzling next batch on the hot plate.

She ran her tongue across the roof of her mouth.

Feeling the lingering richness in her mouth, the perfect blend of butter and meat juices, mixed with layers of sweet aftertaste from the spices, her eyes were resolute:

"Boss, your shop is going to be a huge success."

"Thank you for your kind words!"

Lingyun had received plenty of praise last year and was already immune to such compliments.

Without looking up, he continued to shovel across the iron plate.

He used to stand and cook for six hours straight in Wenchong's small shop, which was a common occurrence. Now, cooking for himself, he feels full of energy.

The college students didn't have anything to do.

Having tasted the benefits, and seeing that Lingyun was still continuing, they all stayed.

"Quick, someone come quick!"

The students who had just run off to buy drinks started calling out in this direction:

"Lucky Jasmine has won nine bottles in a row, get one more! Come and claim yours!"

"Wow!"

"That's amazing!"

"Jasmine, you have exams next week. Can I hold your hand then?"

The students rushed forward.

They helped Zhang Moli retrieve the drinks that didn't have lids.

With drinks to cleanse their palates, everyone relaxed even more.

They sat or stood, waiting for their steaks, chatting as they ate.

To verify the accuracy of Ling Yun's judgment on food taste, He Yu even specifically asked for a steak that Ling Yun had rejected:

"Can I try some?"

He smiled and said, "I want to know what you gave up."

This steak wasn't charred, didn't have a pungent smell, and the sauce was bubbling on the hot steak. It looked flawless on the surface, but Ling Yun immediately judged it as a failure.

"Want to give it a try?"

Ling Yun smiled and handed over the steak.

He Yu cut off a piece and put it in his mouth.

The next second, a mouthful of bitterness rushed straight to my throat.

He spat out the steak, then gave Ling Yun a thumbs-up, saying with genuine admiration:

"I'm impressed! I'm truly impressed!"

Night fell.

As the time approached seven o'clock, the last rays of sunset were swallowed up.

The entrance to the night market gradually became lively.

Many vendors have already started to appear on the street with their carts, gathering in twos and threes to smoke and chat, waiting to enter.

far away.

A gaunt old man, with his hands behind his back, wearing a faded blue tattered security guard uniform, and a wooden board tightly tucked under his arm, slowly walked over.

"Li He!"

His face was expressionless, his voice hoarse and dry. He took a wooden board from under his arm and flipped through several pages:

"Did you move your food cart out?"

"right!"

Li He sprang up from her chair, quickly walked to the old man, and greeted him warmly:

"Uncle Chen, I've transferred my food cart to him. He'll be setting up his stall here from now on; he's much more capable than me!"

Ling Yun noticed the two of them.

However, since he hadn't finished his work yet and the shovel was still turning over the iron plate, he didn't move immediately.

The old man, known as Uncle Chen, slowly took out a board from under his arm and handed it to Li He. Li He took the pen and quickly wrote Ling Yun's name and phone number on it.

these messages.

The exchange had already taken place when the contract was signed in the early hours of the morning.

Wait until she finishes writing.

Ling Yun handed the sizzling steak spatula to He Yu, turned off the stove, wiped his hands, and walked over.

"Hello, Uncle Chen!"

Li He handed the board back to Uncle Chen, took a half step back, and winked at Ling Yun.

The meaning is quite clear:

The old man in front of me is not easy to deal with.

Ling Yun carefully examined the old man.

The old man was thin and frail, with a face full of deep wrinkles, but his limbs looked quite strong. He stood there with his body straight, but his chest was a little stiff and he looked unnatural when he turned his head.

He had a stern face, tried hard to straighten his hunched back, and his lips were tightly pursed, exuding a rigidity unique to the elderly.

"Um!"

Uncle Chen gave a lukewarm response.

He took out his reading glasses from his pocket, put them on his nose, squinted and carefully looked at the information, then read out the phone numbers one by one and checked them with Ling Yun.

After doing all this.

Without saying a word, he silently walked past Ling Yun and strolled into the dining car, carefully examining everything around him.

His gaze swept over the neat corners of several workbenches, then he peered closer at the stainless steel basin where the beef was soaking.

The meat chunks in the basin were soaking in the marinade, all covered with plastic wrap. He sniffed again, taking a deep breath of the lingering aroma of beef fat in the food cart.

It looks pretty well done.

Uncle Chen's expression finally improved, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

"You've done this before, haven't you!"

"yes!"

Ling Yun nodded, his back ramrod straight: "I worked elsewhere for a year, and now I'm starting my own business."

Uncle Chen nodded, his gaze lingering on his face for a few seconds:

"So, are you setting up your stall today?"

Ling Yun shook his head: "I won't go today. I'll pack up first and go tomorrow."

He wants to try his best first.

We need to perfect that divine seasoning, and hopefully it will become an instant hit at the night market.

"knew!"

Uncle Chen raised his thin, bony finger and pointed to the spot where Li He used to set up her stall:

"Your food cart is the biggest, and it's located in the middle. Every day when you set up your stall, come to the intersection and find me. I'll take you to your spot, understand?"

"Okay, sure!"

Ling Yun nodded in agreement.

"Alright! Call me if anything happens! Pay your fees on time, and if you can't set up your stall, ask me for leave!"

After finishing his sentence, Uncle Chen tucked the wooden board back under his arm, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked away.

"Hey!"

Li He waited until he was out of sight, then stood with her hands on her hips, cheeks puffed out, her face full of resentment:

"Why did he ask so many questions when I first started driving it, and even tell me to stop driving it three times!"

She glared at Ling Yun, her tone tinged with a hint of sour envy:

"How come you passed so easily?"

"Then go ask him."

Ling Yun shrugged innocently, ran back to the car in a flash, grabbed a shovel, and continued working.

He Yu stood to the side, hands in his pockets, already understanding half of the situation.

Uncle Chen tried to dissuade Li He.

It's because her initial idea of ​​opening a milk tea shop was very unrealistic, and she was obviously a novice, even bringing the biggest food truck in the night market.

When done properly, this thing will be a beautiful sight.

It might not turn out well.

The post-processing is very troublesome.

Simply put, Uncle Chen realized that Li He wasn't cut out for this kind of work.

Setting up a street stall requires diligence and hard work.

When Lingyun took over the food cart, Uncle Chen could tell he was a hard worker, so he didn't say anything more.

He Yu only cares about one thing right now:

Just how delicious does the marinade that Ling Yun wants have to be?

He felt that a good steak was enough to make him linger; the blissful feeling of the crispy exterior and tender interior, with the juices and spices bursting on his tongue, was something he couldn't forget.

It's still Western food like steak.

If there's another real breakthrough...

You could just go to a big hotel, specialize in one signature dish, and you'd be able to establish yourself there!

The essential.

His father owns a high-end Western restaurant.

If that marinade is really amazing, I'll take Lingyun there and let him taste it. Maybe then my father will give him control of the shop sooner.

Thinking of this,

He Yu's eyes shone even brighter, a burning light igniting deep within them.