Sky Curtain: Random stalls with rhinoceros horns, shaking the entire dynasty.

"System, is there a new player gift pack?"

Jiang Feng couldn't wait to silently recite it in his mind.

[Ding! New player gift pack has been sent, please check!]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: a deluxe multi-functional folding trolley (already stored in the system space and can be retrieved at any time).]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: a complete set of legal business licenses (including food safety certificate, stall permit, etc.).]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained the initial divine-level recipe [Divine-level Golden Crispy Pork] and all the first day's premium ingredients!]

[New player task posted: Tonight at 9 PM, head to the Kyoto University South Gate Night Market to complete your first stall sale and successfully sell twenty servings of divine golden crispy pork.]

[Task Reward: 100 system points, and one chance to draw the next random food recipe.]

As the system notification sound faded, Jiang Feng felt a sharp pain in his brain.

Immediately afterwards, countless memories of cooking and muscle memory flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.

How to select the perfect pork belly, with a lean-to-fat ratio accurate to the millimeter;

How to prepare the batter for coating meat, a perfect blend of sweet potato starch and free-range eggs;

How to control the oil temperature, and even judge the doneness of the crispy pork by the sound of bubbles bursting in the oil pan;

Roasting Sichuan peppercorns, grinding dry dipping sauces...

In just a few seconds, Jiang Feng felt as if he had been practicing his deep-frying skills at the stove for decades, and he could fry the most perfect meat strips with his eyes closed.

"God-tier Golden Crispy Pork..."

Jiang Feng subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The mere image of that golden, crispy meat, and the numbing, spicy aroma that seemed to penetrate his very soul, made his ravenous stomach almost swallow his tongue.

"Let's do it! Thirty yuan won't last twenty days, I'm setting up a stall tonight!"

……

8:30 p.m.

Night market at the south gate of Kyoto University.

This is the most bustling area in the entire university town, with flashing neon lights and a cacophony of voices. The air is filled with the mixed aromas of grilled cold noodles, fried rice sausage, and grilled squid.

Jiang Feng found a slightly secluded but still conspicuous empty seat and silently said "extract" in his mind.

A brand-new, gleaming, luxurious stainless steel trolley with a modern industrial design appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The trolley is fully equipped with a gas stove, an extra-large capacity stainless steel oil pan, a constant-temperature oil draining rack, and a windproof cover.

Even the front of the car had a gleaming LED sign.

[Boss Jiang's Amazing Stall]

The ingredients provided by the system have been neatly arranged in the refrigerated display case under the cart.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, changed into the pristine white chef's uniform gifted by the system, and put on a mask and transparent gloves.

His entire demeanor instantly transformed from that of a down-on-his-luck college student into that of a meticulous Michelin-starred chef.

He turned on the gas stove.

"boom!"

The pale blue flames instantly licked the bottom of the pot.

Jiang Feng pulled out the premium soybean salad oil provided by the system from the refrigerator, and without any hesitation, unscrewed the cap.

Two whole buckets of clear, golden oil were poured into the large oil pot.

To fry perfectly crispy pork, plenty of oil is essential; you absolutely cannot skimp on it.

As the oil temperature gradually rose, Jiang Feng began processing the premium black pork belly provided by the system.

The meat's texture was as beautiful as marble, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat.

"Shuashuashua——"

With a flash of light, Jiang Feng's wrist moved steadily and powerfully, each movement precise and accurate.

The pork belly was quickly cut into thin strips of uniform thickness, each strip as if it had been measured with calipers.

Next comes preparing the batter. Top-quality free-range eggs are cracked into the bowl, their yolks an enticing orange-red.

Add top-quality sweet potato starch, sprinkle in the soul-stirring ground Sichuan peppercorns from Hanyuan, and pour in a little scallion and ginger water to remove any fishy smell.

Jiang Feng's slender fingers quickly stirred the batter clockwise in the bowl until it became thick, stringy, and had an enticing pale yellow color.

Pour all the chopped meat strips into the batter and mix thoroughly so that each meat strip is coated with an even layer of batter.

At this moment, the oil temperature in the pot reached exactly 160 degrees Celsius, and a slight wisp of smoke rose from the noodles.

"Ready to cook!"

Jiang Feng focused intently, picked up a handful of meat strips coated in batter with his chopsticks, and gently slid them into the boiling hot oil along the edge of the pot.

"Sizzle—!!!"

A series of incredibly crisp, intense, and melodious cracking sounds suddenly rang out in a corner of the night market!

The water vapor in the hot oil evaporates rapidly the moment it comes into contact with the batter.

An extremely strong and rich aroma of meat, mixed with the smoky fragrance of fried eggs and batter, swept wildly in all directions from Jiang Feng's cart, like an aroma bomb.

This flavor is so pure and so overpowering!

It instantly overwhelmed the smells of the surrounding inferior flavorings and synthetic seasonings, like a king descending upon the land.

The college students, who had been hurrying along, suddenly stopped in their tracks almost uncontrollably, and countless of them sniffed frantically.

"Holy crap! What smells so good?!"

"The aroma of fried chicken...it's amazing! Is this some newly opened fried chicken shop?"

"Gulp... Let's go, let's follow the smell, my mouth is watering!"

Jiang Feng stared intently at the oil pan, watching the originally tender white meat strips rapidly expand and solidify under the hot oil, their color gradually turning into an enticing golden yellow.

Just as he was about to use long bamboo chopsticks to stir the meat strips to prevent them from sticking together.

Suddenly, he felt something gently tug at the hem of his starch-washed, faded jeans.

Jiang Feng subconsciously looked down.

Suddenly, a tiny figure, only as tall as his thigh, emerged from the gap in the storage compartment under his stroller.

It was a beautifully sculpted little girl, dressed in an exquisitely crafted pomegranate-red Tang Dynasty-style short dress with a high waist, and her hair tied in two cute little buns.

At this moment, the little dumpling was standing on tiptoe, her two chubby little hands gripping the stainless steel edge of the cart tightly, her big, watery eyes staring unblinkingly at the bubbling oil.

Her lips were glistening, with a suspicious sheen, and her small throat was making clear swallowing sounds.

"Gurgle..."

The little girl looked up at Jiang Feng, whose face was full of astonishment, and asked in a childish voice with a strange accent:

"Little Nang... what's cooking in that clay pot? It smells so good..."

Jiang Feng, holding the long frying chopsticks, was completely dumbfounded.

Whose unfortunate child is this that has gone missing?

Wearing a full set of Hanfu for cosplay? But the fabric of this outfit looks so high-end, it even has gold thread embroidery.

"This is called Golden Crispy Pork."

Jiang Feng answered subconsciously, wondering if there was a comic convention nearby.

However, neither Jiang Feng nor the little girl knew that at the very moment the little girl was struggling to cling to the cart, greedily inhaling the aroma of the crispy pork,

The long river of history was violently shaken at this moment!