Food: Random stalls, customers chase me all over the country

Chapter 1 - Open-top self-driving food truck and rice noodle rolls

In the parallel world of Planet Aquamarine, the 2023th day of the twelfth lunar month in , the imperial capital.

Wang Fan is a person who goes with the flow and has a strong ability to accept things, although it is indeed a bit outrageous that the system has modified his second uncle's pedal three-wheeled food truck to a maximum speed of 120 miles per hour.

"Ding, the convertible self-driving dining car modification is complete. The current quality is (white). Please earn more points to upgrade."

This sounds like a system that has received higher education. Even a broken tricycle is described as so high-end.

He had nothing to say about his death in his previous life. It was nothing more than a story of a sudden death of a corporate slave who did not master core technology.

When I applied for college, I was really blind to choose finance. I heard that later a guy who was enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple came out to teach people how to fill out applications and analyze the employment prospects of various schools and majors. Anyway, he didn't catch up.

There is no point in talking about those things now that you are dead. Just accept it as it is.

Now I have a good figure, good looks, a convertible self-driving car, and a cheat code. With this start, what else can I be dissatisfied with?
Touching his washboard-like abdominal muscles, Wang Fan muttered with satisfaction: "Thank you, King of Hell!"

"Ding."

"Mission: Please set up a stall at Shuofeng Park for five consecutive days and sell at least one serving of bulalo rice noodle rolls."

"Mission Reward: Rice Noodle Roll Recipe (already issued. If the mission fails, the recipe and memory will be reclaimed.)"

"Special Mission: Get five anorexics to eat on their own initiative within 100 years. Current progress - 5/0."

“Mission Reward: Food Storage Box (White) (Distributed, will be collected if mission fails.)”

As soon as the prompt sounded, a white foam box suddenly appeared on the dining car.

"Food Freshness Box (white), any food or ingredient placed in the box will retain its perfect taste and nutrition for 12 hours."

Wang Fan really wanted to say to the system, "I like you!" But because this system did not have a dialogue function, he gave up.

Considering the time required for the system task, his items were practically free. Could he possibly live another 100 years? He wasn't a cuckold.

After getting the recipe, you naturally have to prepare the ingredients. Although the system requires you to sell only one copy, it is impossible for me, whose wallet is cleaner than my face, to sell only one copy.

After buying the ingredients, the wallet has completely lost its value.

The fusion of memories and emotions made him realize that his second uncle, who depended on him for survival, was still lying in the hospital waiting for medical expenses. Men in China believe in repaying a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude. He had received a favor that saved his life, so he had to raise enough money to pay for his second uncle's medical expenses.

The vegetable market is not far away, and with the help of the system, Wang Fan can easily buy affordable and fresh ingredients.

After returning to the shabby courtyard rented by his second uncle, he fell asleep directly.

Wang Fan, who was lying spread-eagle on the bed, stood up straight after just one minute.

"The food production hang-up program has been activated."

It is difficult for Wang Fan to describe his current state. He is like a spectator watching his body work.

The meat filling is marinated, the sauce is stewed, and then the soaked early rice is ground with a small stone mill.

Watching the milky white rice slurry slowly flowing down, Wang Fan's mind became extremely active.

All the body movements have become muscle memory, and the various techniques and precautions for making rice noodle rolls are directly imprinted in the brain.

……

At 5 o'clock in the morning, Wang Fan opened his eyes on time.

I pinched my arm and felt that my arm had become thicker.

"Ding, AFK ended. 200 servings of rice noodle rolls are complete. 200 experience points earned. Current level: LV2."

Wang Fan simply loves this system.

You can make food by hanging up and being controlled by the system. After the system completes the food making, you will gain corresponding experience. After gaining experience and leveling up, your cooking skills will also improve.

He hopes this virtuous cycle will continue. He heard there are two types of rice noodle rolls in Cantonese cuisine: freshly made rice noodle rolls and the ones packed in foam boxes. The office workers in Beijing are eager to use up every minute of their time, so the pre-made ones are more popular than freshly made ones.

When you open the lid of the fresh-keeping box, you will see piles of off-white rice rolls neatly arranged in the box. The neatness of the arrangement is so great that even someone with the most severe obsessive-compulsive disorder can be cured instantly.

Nodding with satisfaction, Wang Fan got on his convertible bike and went out.

In the past, riding a food truck seemed very difficult, but now it felt incredibly light. Wang Fan's long legs were moving faster and faster, giving him a feeling of speeding at lightning speed.

What was supposed to take an hour was shortened to less than 30 minutes.

Shuofeng Park itself is not very big, and there are many old men and women doing morning exercises here.

Although the park is not big, it has a large flow of people during the morning rush hour. It is the only way for several buses to transfer to the subway.

It was still early at this time, but several stall owners had already started setting up their stalls.

There were people selling boiled corn, steamed buns, and pancakes, and a few people setting up stalls selling socks, clothes, and small ornaments.

Wang Fan was not familiar with them so he did not go near them. He just found a place and stopped.

It was still early and the army of office workers would not arrive at the battlefield for about half an hour, so he planned to feed himself first.

His body had worked all night and his stomach was already empty.

Use tongs to pick up a piece of rice noodle roll, place it on the chopping board and use a spatula to poke it into 6 sections of exactly the same length. Put it into a bowl and drown it directly with sauce.

A rice noodle roll that is not drowned in sauce is soulless.

After just one bite, Wang Fan narrowed his eyes in happiness.

After finishing a bowl of rice noodle rolls, Wang Fan turned off the box-pushing game as the peak customer flow was approaching, and put his third-hand mobile phone in his trouser pocket.

Then he put the rolled and steaming rice rolls into the steamer, and soon hot steam and rich rice aroma were released from the steamer.

……

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Wang Gaofeng is a 35-year-old programmer, but with a smooth head, deep eye sockets, and a sallow complexion, he looks like a -year-old.

Because he worked overtime to meet the deadline, he worked until 2 a.m. and simply went to sleep in the company. This kind of life has lasted for a whole week.

Wang Gaofeng, who was in a daze, didn't even open his eyes when he felt a special fragrance coming straight into his nose.

The taste was rich and mellow but not irritating. Instead, it had the fragrance of steaming rice, which made him feel as if he was suddenly back in the rice fields of his childhood home.

Huh? That's not right? I only have dry land at home, and I grow wheat, so how can the rice smell good?
Wang Feng, confused, woke up from his sleep, rubbed his shiny head, turned over and wanted to lie down again.

The continuous overtime work has drained his body, and now he just wants to rest and not eat.

Wang Gaofeng felt vaguely that a faint line of energy seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

The vapor line appeared and disappeared from time to time, but the smell was very strong. Wang Gaofeng's nose couldn't help but twitch frequently.

Then his stomach began to move constantly, and even made a few "gurgling" sounds.

Wang Gaofeng worked overtime all night and only drank a cup of coffee and two cups of strong tea. He didn't dare to eat anything.

He knew that eating would make him sleepy, which would affect his state, and if his state was affected he would not be able to complete the task, and if he did not complete the task he would not get the bonus, and if he did not get the bonus he would have no money for his mortgage, milk powder, and cosmetics for his wife.

These worries were like razors, shaving off his beautiful hair one by one.

But now, all these things that surrounded my ears all day long seemed to have disappeared, and what was left was only the rich fragrance, the saliva in my mouth and my growling stomach.

(End of this chapter)