Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

Ling Yun appeared.

The two people inside were terrified.

Ning Jing suddenly raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, her expression hardening as she bit her lip, trying her best to maintain her last shred of dignity.

But in the end, he couldn't hold back.

Instead, because her last bit of pride completely collapsed in front of Ling Yun, she went limp and collapsed onto the sofa, sobbing uncontrollably.

The drunkard upstairs was stunned.

His eyes visibly darted away, like a mouse caught in the light, the cup he was holding hovering in mid-air, too afraid to smash it down.

Ling Yun noticed this detail and immediately understood that this person was a bully who preyed on the weak and feared the strong. He was as ruthless as a beast to his own people, but became soft as a lamb to the slaughter when confronted by outsiders.

"Get down here!"

Ling Yun shouted loudly, his voice booming in the empty living room.

He muttered curses under his breath, rolled up his sleeves, and headed upstairs with hurried, heavy steps, looking exactly like a vagrant.

The drunkard was clearly scared.

A deathly paleness appeared on his flushed face, and his mouth trembled as he spoke:

"You...you...don't come any closer!"

"Get out of here!"

Ling Yun strode forward in three quick steps, grabbed his neck with one hand, pressed the wooden stick in his other hand against his chest, and pierced him with a gaze as sharp as a nail:

"If I see you around here again, I'll beat you to a pulp!"

Ling Yun grabbed him by the collar and dragged him from the second floor all the way back to the first floor, the drunkard's leather shoes clattering loudly on the stairs.

When I passed by the sofa.

The drunkard tried to struggle, then suddenly raised his head and shouted at Ning Jing, startling her so much that she trembled all over.

"Ning Jing, you bitch, I... ouch..."

Without saying a word, Ling Yun swung his hand and slapped Tiger Brother across the face repeatedly. After more than a dozen slaps, Tiger Brother quickly experienced Tiger Brother's pleasure.

The essential.

He felt perfectly justified in beating up men who only knew how to smash things at home to scare women.

Ling Yun felt truly exhilarated after finishing the fight.

You know what?

This is much more exciting than pounding meat!

He smashed meat hundreds of times a day, his strength far exceeding that of ordinary people. After these dozen or so slaps, the drunkard's eyes became much clearer.

The little bit of horse urine that he drank.

All of it turned into sweat and seeped out, soaking my whole body.

"roll!"

Ling Yun opened the door, kicked the drunk man out, and then slammed the door shut.

Back in the living room.

Ning Jing, sitting on the sofa, had curled up into a small ball, lying on the sofa like an ostrich.

Ling Yun scratched the back of his head, unsure how to persuade him, so he simply bent down and started cleaning up the mess on the floor.

The broom swept across the floor, gathering the shattered shards of the vase together with a clattering sound.

I heard that sound.

The quiet sobs gradually subsided.

She peeked through her fingers, silently praying that Ling Yun wouldn't talk to her about that man.

Forget the past.

She was young and naive back then, and traveled a long way to this place, only to find out that the other party was a scumbag. He said he paid the down payment under the guise of giving away a house, but in reality, it was just a down payment waiver promotion because the property was not selling well.

He took his commission, patted his behind, and left.

Ning Jing, however, was trapped on this plot of land, which was then a rural suburb.

For a living.

Ning Jing was then forced to join the real estate brokerage industry.

Fortunately, things turned out alright later on.

Not only have property prices here been rising steadily, but she has also gradually established herself here, becoming the Iron Lady of the real estate brokerage industry.

But who could have imagined it?

The other party had the audacity to find out where she lived, come looking for her, and even tried to harass her.

Facing that person from back then.

Ning Jing seemed to have reverted to her former self, who was all alone and helpless. All the courage she had cultivated over the years had vanished, and she was easily frightened by him.

Seeing that Ling Yun dismissed the other party with just a few words.

She then laughed at herself for being so foolish.

If this coward were in a normal situation, she wouldn't be afraid to face him alone. Now that she thinks about it, she regrets not giving him a kick that would cut off his genitals.

Her feelings were very complicated at the moment.

Feelings of embarrassment, shame, and anger were all mixed together. She had no idea how to face Ling Yun and was even afraid that Ling Yun would talk to her.

Once upon a time.

She was always that shrewd, capable real estate manager who loved beef.

She is very professional when dealing with clients.

She is quite strict with her subordinates.

She was smart enough to deal with Ling Yun.

She didn't want anyone to see her like this, especially Ling Yun, a familiar person living under the same roof.

She felt uneasy.

She was on tenterhooks, trembling with fear at any moment Ling Yun might speak. She lay sprawled on the sofa, burying her head between her hands, only able to peek through the corner of her eye between her fingers.

Under her gaze.

Ling Yun calmly swept the floor, gathered clothes, tidied up miscellaneous items, and mopped the floor, her movements unhurried and deliberate.

He has always been a germaphobe.

As I continued working, my mood gradually improved, and I began to hum an unknown tune, making up for the regret of not having washed the dishes.

Cleaning complete.

He hummed a song as he took a shower, then came out feeling comfortable, clicked off the light, and went back to his room to sleep.

He... he actually turned off the lights and went to sleep?

Ning Jing was so shocked that she forgot her sadness and sat up straight from the sofa, her eyes wide open.

Shouldn't he say something?

She frowned, gritted her teeth, and arrived at Ling Yun's door. Just as she raised her hand to knock, she suddenly heard a cough from inside. Startled, she withdrew her hand as if burned, turned around, and ran upstairs to her bed.

Lingyun slept soundly until dawn.

When I was washing up this morning, I saw a message from Li He.

She hadn't slept well all night, and her words were filled with anxiety. Yesterday, He Yu had locked himself in his dorm room and hadn't seen her.

She was so worried that she couldn't sleep all night.

However, he didn't sit idle; he did a lot of work, including designing signs for food trucks and editing and sending videos.

Last night's events took several turns.

There are still many versions of speculation about Lingyun's skills online, which confuses not only netizens but also Li He herself.

Based on trust in Lingyun.

Although she cannot convince everyone, she can maintain her popularity.

Controversy... isn't all bad.

At least.

She saw several netizens tagging their favorite local bloggers, asking them to go to Lingyun's stall to distinguish between genuine and fake products.

As long as enough people come.

The truth will spread quickly.

Moreover, this legendary opening day will be a topic of conversation once the truth comes out.

What?

You said it's difficult for netizens to figure out the truth of the matter.

If they can't figure it out, can't I just create a separate account and explain it clearly myself?

Regardless of where the truth comes from.

Is that all there is to it?

"Come find me in the dining car when you wake up, let's talk."

Ling Yun sent a message, quickly finished washing up, and hurriedly left the house.

He was momentarily dazed as he closed the courtyard gate.

Have you forgotten something?

The second floor of the house.

On the second floor of the house, Ning Jing gritted her teeth and watched Ling Yun's departing figure, then stomped her foot angrily.

Did he really just leave?

She was clearly afraid he would ask her about her affairs, but Ling Yun just left so easily.

She felt a mix of emotions, a sense of relief that Ling Yun hadn't asked any questions, a feeling of gratitude she hadn't expressed, and a slight unease at being ignored.

Mixed together.

This made her constantly wonder how Ling Yun really viewed her now.

She waited another five minutes while struggling.

Seeing that he was about to be late for work, he quickly grabbed his bag and slipped out the door.

Lingyun ate breakfast at the same breakfast stall in Jiangxi.

This time he ate mixed noodles. The noodles were chewy, the sauce was rich and flavorful, and the taste was surprisingly good.

"I'd only ever heard that your rice noodles were delicious, but I never knew your wheat noodles were so good too!"

He praised it as he mixed the noodles.

Aunt Wang said with a smile:

"These noodles get soggy when they get cold, so they're only good when eaten in the restaurant. They don't taste as good when delivered, which is why not many people know about them."

Ling Yun pursed his lips, savoring the moment.

I think that apart from the difference between noodles and rice noodles, the key to deliciousness lies in the seasonings.

Noodles and rice noodles.

It's just a personal preference.

For example, he prefers to eat noodles.

"Seasoning is the best path for me right now."

Lingyun was thinking about it last night.

Besides braised dishes, how should another divine dish be created?

After finishing this bowl of noodles.

He decided that he should stick to the route of dishes that rely heavily on sauces and require precise control of cooking time and temperature.

"Boss!"

When Lingyun paid the bill, he casually asked Aunt Wang with a smile, "What other good dishes do you have in Jiangxi?"

I ate it for two days.

He could be said to have gained initial recognition of Jiangxi.

"There are many more from Jiangxi, but we have a dish called Three-Cup Chicken in Ganzhou that I quite like, but unfortunately I don't know how to make it."

Aunt Wang still felt a little regretful when she talked about it.

If it weren't for making money, why would she bother opening this breakfast shop in another place, taking advantage of the reputation of Jiangxi breakfast?

No matter how good or profitable other places are.

Where else can one feel as warm and familiar as their hometown?

Three-cup chicken?

Lingyun knows this dish.

The sauce is made of one cup of rice wine, one cup of soy sauce, and one cup of sesame oil. It is usually simmered in a clay pot over low heat without adding water.

Ok.

It unexpectedly met my requirements.

"Okay, Aunt Wang." Ling Yun put away her phone. "I'll do some research over the next couple of days to see if I can recreate the taste from your place."

"Really!"

Aunt Wang smiled sheepishly: "I didn't expect you to be a chef."

"Just you wait, Aunt Wang!"

Ling Yun got up and left.

PARKING LOT.

Li He's eyelids were bluish, her face was full of fatigue, she held a cup of coffee in her hand, and she leaned against the food cart like a wilted cabbage.

"Let's go buy the materials first, and we can talk as we walk!"

Lingyun grabbed Li He and left.

There's still a lot of work to do today!

With the system's support yesterday, tonight's night market will only be more lively than yesterday.