Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

"Wait! Don't disturb him!"

Tiger is quick-witted and nimble-fingered.

A thick arm suddenly reached out and yanked the microphone back from the female host's face, almost causing it to fly out of her hand.

But it still disturbed Lingyun, who was completely focused on cooking.

At that moment, he was like a finely tuned machine running at full speed.

Any tiny mistake will be magnified rapidly in such a fast-paced environment.

By the time Ling Yun came to his senses, two steaks on the hot plate had already quietly crossed the edge of being cooked to perfection, their surfaces turning slightly dark.

He suppressed the complaint that was already on the tip of his tongue, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he hurriedly skipped over the two broken pieces. He then quickly flipped the third piece, which was beyond saving, over his panic and started to regain his rhythm from the fourth piece.

The sounds of Tiger and the female host arguing kept ringing in my ears, their words coming out one after another like two noisy sparrows.

Ling Yun frowned slightly.

The spatula in his hand didn't stop; he finished serving this batch of food while frowning.

He glanced at the two college students running towards him and whispered his instructions:

"These three slices don't taste very good, but you can keep them to eat and have a little something to tide you over."

The two nodded, not paying any attention, picked up the good steaks, and jogged into the crowd to deliver them to the customers.

Ling Yun raised his head.

Seeing Tiger blocking the female host's way, Li He and Zhang Moli also ran over, and the three of them surrounded the female host and her cameraman.

He was certain that with Tiger around, they wouldn't suffer any losses, so he lowered his head, refocused his attention on the hot plate, and continued cooking.

He rinsed the iron plate with clean water.

With a hiss, the water turned into a cloud of white mist and rose up.

As he watched the temperature rise again and the surface of the hot plate ripple with heat, he deftly rearranged the twelve steaks, one by one, evenly spaced, like soldiers in formation.

All preparations are complete.

Ling Yun took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and made up his mind to get thirteen steaks today.

The familiar sizzling sound came from the hot plate again, and oil droplets danced on the meat noodles.

Ling Yun showed no impatience whatsoever.

What truly changed his destiny, allowing him to go from an orphan to where he is today, was his culinary skills.

This not only made him money.

This gave him the confidence to leave anyone.

After leaving Wenji's shop, he swore:

On this path of pursuing progress, his steps will never stop.

He quickly forgot about the argument in front of the food cart.

"Wow...this is delicious!"

"I saw on the campus website that it was delicious. I didn't expect that even the badly made ones would taste so good. I wonder what the perfectly made ones must be like!"

Ling Yun took a moment to look up and glanced over.

The two college students in front of me were stuffing steaks into their mouths at a rapid pace, their cheeks puffed out like two hamsters.

Perhaps they ate too quickly.

The college student on the left, nicknamed "Little Third," opened his mouth and exhaled, a cloud of white mist carrying the aroma of steak wafting from between his teeth. The aroma was so enticing that it could be smelled even from several steps away.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The college student on the right, nicknamed Xiao Si, was moving his mouth rapidly, but he just couldn't bear to spit out the piping hot steak.

too delicious!

Even when his mouth was burning hot and blistering, he would force himself to swallow it.

After swallowing a piece of beef, Xiao Si felt completely refreshed. It was as if a warm current had washed over her from her throat to her stomach, and every pore on her body opened up, exuding the rich aroma of beef from the inside out.

"My goodness, this is exactly what the poem meant by 'leaving a lasting impression'!"

"It's so delicious!"

Hearing the two college students' deliberately lowered exclamations, the female host, who was dealing with Tiger and his two companions, suddenly laughed, a hint of disdain on her lips:

"Your promotional tactics are so fake. You're getting your own people to praise the steak? If I'm not mistaken, there were problems with those few dishes just now."

She deliberately raised her voice a few decibels, wanting the surrounding diners to hear her.

He glanced at the crowd out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing that many people were paying attention to her, a hint of smugness flashed in her eyes.

"Our provincial TV station came to interview you, and you're still putting on airs... You're deliberately acting high and mighty..."

The name of a television station has always been very useful.

There are scammers who spend money to sponsor a TV program, tricking mothers into bringing their children to participate. After the performance, they claim the child is talented and ask the parents if they are willing to spend money to train them into child stars.

Then we'll get straight to the methods:

The filming and editing are so elaborate, it's like they're preparing for a celebrity debut.

A wealthy family can even squeeze out millions directly.

She envied such people, but was afraid of getting arrested if something happened. However, she often used the name of the TV station to intimidate people.

Sometimes.

She might even bestow that halo upon herself.

The words "TV station" did indeed quiet the surrounding diners for a moment.

But immediately afterward, instead of hearing people speak well of her, she heard a sentence:

"Someone's questioning it again?"

This statement seemed to be some kind of eerie signal.

The diners all pulled out their phones.

The screen lights flickered on and off in the night, and suddenly dozens of cameras were pointed at her.

Although the female host was puzzled, her years of professional experience made her no stranger to the camera, and a sense of vanity from being noticed arose spontaneously.

"Cough cough..."

She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and began to introduce herself, her voice carrying a hint of affected manner:

"I'm a reporter from Haibei Province's TV station. I came here out of kindness to cover a story about a delicious street steak at a night market, but I never expected..."

She tried to blink, but no tears came out, so she simply spread her hands and continued:

"I didn't expect them to completely prevent interviews, treating it like they were guarding against thieves."

Upon hearing this, Li He became anxious and started shouting as well, her ponytail swinging back and forth behind her head:

"It's not that interviews are prohibited, everyone's waiting for dinner, and Chef Ling really can't leave right now. If you want to do an interview, you can film other people, I'm filming here too!"

Upon hearing that it would affect the speed of serving the food, the diners who had been waiting for a long time nodded in agreement:

"Yes, don't let it bother the boss."

"Talk to us. I've been eating this for decades. I can tell whether this steak is good or not just by tasting it."

The amusing remark drew a burst of good-natured laughter.

The female host's attempt to deliberately provoke conflict failed.

She glanced discreetly at the several cell phones and cameras Li He had set up around her, quietly suppressing her anger.

She hadn't forgotten the call for help she received.

If we fall out now, I definitely won't be able to get the footage I want.

She immediately put on a smile, and her voice softened a bit:

"Yes... I heard that opinions on steak are mixed, which is why I came here specifically to do this interview. If it's really delicious, we should promote our hometown's cuisine, right?"

Upon hearing her mention the reputation of her hometown, more diners began to strike up a conversation:

"It really tastes good."

"There were quite a few mishaps here last night, but I can assure you, this steak is absolutely amazing at 26.6 yuan!"

"When friends from out of town come, it's best if each of you buys two portions, otherwise you won't be able to get such delicious sizzling steak when you go back home."

"I just posted about it on my WeChat Moments!"

"Is that so..."

The female host smiled and agreed, then turned to look at Li He, lowering her voice and conveying a hint of weakness:

"Look, it'll only take me a few minutes, it'll be quick, okay?"

Li He hesitated, pursing her lips repeatedly.

She was unsure of the consequences of the television interview, fearing she would lose control and unsure how to handle the situation.

She can post clarifications about online comments.

However, once the TV station broadcasts it, it will take a long time to defend oneself.

"Reject it!"

Tiger lowered his head, his lips almost touching Li He's ear, and his voice was extremely low:

"Just say the interview will be done after it's over."

Li He pursed her lips, about to refuse.

Ling Yun's voice came from inside the dining car, steady and clear:

"Let her do the interview, just five minutes!"

The female host's eyes lit up, and like a shark smelling blood, she rushed towards Ling Yun, her high heels making a series of rapid clattering sounds on the cement floor.

The diners also stood up, craning their necks and standing on tiptoe, eager to witness this rare interview scene.

Tiger frowned, pressed his brow, rubbed his temples with his knuckles, and quickly took out his phone to send a message to Brother Li.

The female host rushed to Ling Yun in a few steps, the microphone almost touching his chest:

"Where did you learn your culinary skills?"

"Xinhuaxia Culinary School"

Ling Yun didn't even look up, his spatula continuing to fly across the hot plate, cleaning up the scraps from the previous steak.

"Did you develop this steak recipe yourself?"

"I had some help from friends, but I developed the entire cooking process for this dish myself."

Ling Yun's tone was flat.

Here it is!

The female host's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as she pressed on, a hint of urgency in her voice:

"So, how much revenue do you make per day?"

"I've only been setting up my stall for one day, and yesterday's turnover was over 50,000."

A chorus of exclamations erupted around them, spreading outwards like ripples from a pebble thrown into a lake.

fifty thousand.

Many people only earn this much in a year.

"So many? You betrayed your friends just because of an unequal distribution of money?"

The female host's true intentions were revealed.

She smiled as she posed the most sensitive question.