My martial spirit leads me to Earth; I begin by submitting my skills to the Douluo Continent.

"As long as you do a good job, you will be a national hero."

Yong blinked.

My brain's CPU worked at lightning speed for three seconds.

A meritorious official?

Another world?

Setting up a street stall?

"Hi!!!"

Yong slapped his thigh hard, his voice instantly rising eight octaves, and that familiar, confident, and江湖-like air returned to him.

"You scared me to death! You should have said so earlier! Running a restaurant? I know that like the back of my hand! Didn't you just walk right into my trap?"

Yong sat up straight, expertly crossed his legs, took a sip of tea, and his eyes instantly sharpened, as if the person sitting in front of him was not a general, but a student he was about to connect with in the live stream.

"Anything that's carbon-based can't escape my business loop! Come on, give me the microphone! Let me see which world's韭菜 (a metaphor for easily exploited individuals) is waiting to be harvested!"

"Hey... Xiao Su, since you're going into the restaurant business, take my advice: location is the key to survival."

Brother Yong cleared his throat, his commanding, mentor-like demeanor completely overshadowing any fear he might have felt towards the generals around him.

"Now, turn around 360 degrees. Slow down, be steady, let me see what kind of business district this is."

Streets of Nottingham.

Su Yun parked her pink electric scooter at the intersection and braced herself on one foot.

He pressed the temple of his tactical sunglasses, and his entire body, along with the car, began to spin in place at an extremely slow speed.

The images are transmitted back to Earth in real time.

Yongge stared at the screen, frantically banging his baton.

"Stop! That shop on the left is absolutely no good! There are three steps at the entrance, that's a roadblock, it cuts off your path to wealth, it's a dead shop! Whoever rents it will go bankrupt!"

"Let's look around... Ugh, that corner won't do either! It's right next to the blacksmith's shop, the clanging and banging is too loud, how can customers buy anything if they're annoyed? Besides, blacksmiths are price-sensitive customers, there's no profit in it, they're just there for the noise!"

"Continue... Okay! Stop! Right here!"

Yong slammed his baton on the screen, pointing at a large, crooked banyan tree at Su Yun's four o'clock position.

"See that tree? It's good to have a big tree behind you for shade; it's a real safety net! And it's right next to the main road of the college—a perfect spot! Plus, there's a large shady area under the tree, and a big stone platform—a natural dining table, full of life!"

"The most crucial thing is—"

Yongge narrowed his eyes, a shrewd smile playing on his lips.

"That spot is upwind! As soon as we start firing, the aroma will travel on the wind straight into the nostrils of those otherworldly beings! Listen to me, set it up under the tree!"

Su Yun nodded, turned on the throttle, and rode off on his electric scooter with a "whoosh".

With the location decided, the next step is the core issue.

What are you selling?

Yong Ge leaned back tactically and blurted out without thinking.

"That has to be the semi-self-service Longjiang braised pork knuckle rice! A bowl of Longjiang braised pork knuckle rice, it's the epitome of a man's romance! Get a big iron pot, simmer it in old brine until the pork knuckle is tender and falls off the bone, chewy and glossy red, then put it on top of rice... tsk tsk, that little aroma just wafts up, who can resist? That's called hardcore love!"

Su Yun parked the car, glanced at the dry, hard black bread in the hands of the passersby, and remained silent for two seconds.

"Brother Yong, there's a technical problem. The people here... don't grow rice, and they don't eat rice. Their staple foods are wheat cakes and roasted meat; their eating habits are more Western."

"What? You don't eat rice?"

Yongge's eyes widened, as if he had heard something outrageous, his face filled with disappointment and exasperation.

"These otherworldly natives are really unlucky; wild boars can't stomach fine food!"

Yong Ge frowned, took a sip of water from his thermos, and fell into deep thought.

The command hall was silent. All the generals and experts stared at the fat man, awaiting the decision that would determine the economic lifeline of this other world.

A few seconds later, Yong Ge's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh hard, making a crisp sound.

"Since the ambiance is Western-style, let's go with the flow! There's no other way but to unleash the last trump card in the restaurant industry—the two essentials for mid-life bankruptcy!"

Su Yun asked as he took out his equipment from his backpack.

"What's that?"

"Hamburgers and milk tea!"

Brother Yong waved his hand, as if he were commanding a battle.

"Low barriers to entry, high profits, and fast service! This is the human craving for high-oil, high-sugar, and high-calorie foods ingrained in our genes! Forget about those fancy health foods; the locals here are tired of eating all-natural foods every day."

At this point, Yong Ge's face showed that "that's what you call professional" expression.

"Let's give them some high-tech and ruthless stuff! Plenty of creamer, lots of saccharin, and industrial flavorings! Let them experience the sweet onslaught of industrial civilization!"

……

Nottingham, under the banyan tree on College Street.

Two days before the start of the Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, the city is already packed with students and parents who have come to register in advance.

At this moment, everyone passing by the Banyan Tree intersection had to stop in their tracks.

Because the air was filled with an extremely strong fragrance that they had never smelled before in their lives.

It was a strange aroma that blended the scents of burnt fat, complex spices, and a cloyingly sweet, milky fragrance that sent chills down your spine.

The source of the fragrance was a strange little stall.

A handwritten wooden sign hung in front of the stall; the characters were crooked and shaky, yet exuded a strange confidence.

[Bluestar Catering - Nottingham City Limited Store]

Recommended by the manager

Secret Mini Burger

Snow King Happy Water

Opening special offer: 5 Gintama Coins!

Behind the stall, six-year-old Su Yun, the owner, wearing sunglasses, stood on a small stool and skillfully operated the two portable gas stoves in front of her.

"Sizzle—!"

As the frozen meat patties came into contact with the hot oil, the Maillard reaction erupted instantly.

"001, listen to me, don't skimp on the oil! More oil makes it smell better!"

Through the earphones, Yong Ge, a popular online mentor located on Earth, is giving passionate online guidance.

"Sprinkle some more onion powder and black pepper! Yes! That's the kind of industrial, overpowering flavor I want! To choke them!"

Su Yun expressionlessly sprinkled a handful of seasonings, then turned to deal with another bucket.

It was a large plastic bucket filled with ice water. Su Yun tore open a large bag labeled "Commercial Non-dairy Cream Powder" and poured it all in.

The moment I frantically stirred it with a large spoon, a creamer aroma that was ten times richer and sweeter than fresh milk filled the air.

……

Just as Yong Ge predicted, this kind of technology and ruthless work, refined through the modern food industry, was a devastating blow to the residents of Douluo Continent, whose food culture was still at a medieval level.

Within just ten minutes, Su Yun's stall was completely surrounded by a crowd.

"What kind of meat is this? It tastes even better than the century-old porcupine meat I had last time!"

A burly man in leather armor was sniffing desperately.

"What's that white liquid? It smells so sweet, like it's been soaking in a honey jar!"

Several middle-aged women with children stared wide-eyed.

Although the price of 5 Silver Soul Coins is a bit painful for ordinary families, many people still started to open their wallets under such unprecedented sensory stimulation.

"Don't push! Line up! I'm the manager, and I'm in charge here!"

Su Yun banged the spatula loudly to maintain the precarious order.