Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

"Yes, it was him who was ungrateful and stole our formula!"

Zhou Meimei, who was prepared, suddenly rushed out of the crowd. Her movements were so fast and her momentum so fierce, that she was like a cannonball being fired.

Behind her,

Wen Chong and his cousin Zhou pushed a rented food cart together, and the three of them aggressively pressed forward, accompanied by creaking noises.

Zhou Meimei reached out and patted Wen Chong's shoulder, her voice sharp and piercing:

"Ling Yun! My Wen Chong kindly took you in and gave you food, and you just dropped everything after getting your share of the money. You even stole our steak recipe to go solo. Have you no shame?"

"That's right!"

Cousin Zhou patted his chest, his palms making a loud thud on his chest:

"The recipe for that steak was taught to me by my chef at a chain steakhouse, and then I taught it to Boss Wen. I never expected that you would steal it and make money from it."

He slapped his face hard, his voice full of sarcasm:

"Aren't you ashamed? A third-rate chef from a culinary school dares to call himself a culinary god. You're shameless."

The crowd began to stir:

"Wow!"

"This is really big news!"

"Stealing the formula? Real-world business warfare is indeed this straightforward and unpretentious!"

"I remember now, Ling Yun did indeed work at Wen's small shop before, that's correct!"

"And another thing, didn't he just admit that he graduated from the China Culinary School? Those diploma mills, everyone knows what they're like. They can produce a skilled chef, no problem, but a culinary genius...?"

The person who spoke shook his head violently.

"Could it really be true?"

"Oh yeah, that steakhouse in the alley used to be pretty good!"

"But things reversed yesterday, and we don't know what the outcome will be today!"

Old Wang across the street clapped repeatedly as he watched.

Yesterday we finished arguing about who was better at cooking, and today suddenly a real and fake culinary god has appeared.

Truly, one good show after another, with non-stop excitement!

The controversy has finally been stirred up.

The female host was incredibly excited, shoving the microphone right up to Ling Yun's chin.

"How would you explain this?"

Before Ling Yun could reply.

The female host suddenly pulled back a microphone and continued firing questions like a machine gun, rattling off words in rapid succession:

"Actually, I'm Xiaomei, a reporter from the provincial TV mediation channel. I've been asked by Ms. Zhou to request that you stop using the formula they developed!"

Ling Yun calmly pushed away the microphone that the female host offered him again.

I felt something was wrong earlier.

It turns out that this person was someone they had invited.

"I don't use their recipe; regular customers can tell as soon as they taste it."

Ling Yun's expression remained calm, like a deep pool of still water.

He pulled out his phone, quickly sent a message to his lawyer, then looked up, his gaze fixed straight ahead:

"A simple comparison will tell you!"

Ling Yun confidently took out a spoonful of spice powder from behind him. The spoon was filled with brown powder, and a faint aroma wafted out.

The female host instinctively reached out to take it, but he twisted his wrist and dodged it.

Ling Yun placed the formula in front of him:

"Show me your recipe and compare it to mine, then you'll know!"

"Let's compete!"

Zhou Meimei clapped her hands, raising her chin high.

Cousin Zhou stepped forward and threw a small bag in front of Ling Yun with a thud.

The bag opened, revealing a similar-colored powder inside.

Zhang Moli ran over, her face pale.

She reached out and grabbed a tiny bit, putting it in her mouth. The moment her tongue touched it, she froze.

This tastes so similar!

Although there's no illusion, and no rich layers of sauce after being activated by high temperatures, the underlying spice skeleton really does look like it!

Zhou Meimei crossed her arms, a smug smile playing on her lips:

"What? Aren't they exactly the same?"

"Brother Ling... how could this be?"

Zhang Moli shook her head frantically, her voice trembling, her eyes reddening:

"I clearly prepared this recipe for you, and you even improved it—how come it's the same as theirs?"

The scene erupted into chaos, with a cacophony of noise surging up like a tidal wave.

"Really?"

"But that doesn't make sense. Didn't that girl say that she was the one who did the dubbing?"

"Idiot, secret recipe ingredients aren't that easy to make. Ling Yun probably used a trick to fool this young girl, and then gave himself a flawless origin for the stolen recipe!"

It has to be said, this person has a really rich imagination.

After this analysis, even Zhang Moli, who had initially believed it wholeheartedly, and He Yu, who had just arrived with his parents, showed signs of wavering.

"No wonder...no wonder he asked for such a high price..."

He Yu muttered to himself, his fist clenching and unclenching:

"So...so it was about buying a sense of legitimacy..."

He had barely finished muttering when his father slapped him on the back of the head with a crisp, clear sound.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you brat? Just watch carefully!"

Father He's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a muffled hammer blow, snapping He Yu back from his wavering.

The moment Mr. and Mrs. He spoke, they immediately attracted a lot of attention.

The key issue is that their clothing was too unusual:

They were clearly there to eat at the night market, but they were dressed in formal attire that looked like something you'd wear to a banquet.

The dark suit and elegant skirt set stood out among the crowd of T-shirts and shorts.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Mr. He bowed slightly, his demeanor as composed as if he were entertaining guests in his own living room. His voice and posture were the quintessential style of a wealthy person from a TV drama.

"Chef Ling, I, He, have absolute faith in you."

Thank you!

Ling Yun nodded his thanks, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The female host exclaimed "Oh!" and strode over to Mr. and Mrs. He in her high heels. She looked them up and down, then chuckled, a hint of disapproval playing on her lips.

"You two probably don't know the situation, do you? The facts are clear: he stole the steak recipe from Wen's Steak Shop."

Mr. He smiled slightly: "I don't believe it."

The female host was furious. Her lips trembled, and she was about to speak when she heard a response from behind her:

"I don't believe it either!"

"And me!"

Followed by.

Boss Zhou and Uncle Chen walked out of the crowd at the same time.

"Oh, oh, oh, there it is! The super-rich player who showed off their balance yesterday!"

"Yes, yes, I remember someone found his identity online. He's the founder of Zhou's Lao Gan Ye, a very low-key person who has now retired from active management. I never expected him to endorse him!"

"It was him?! I still have a half-finished can of Lao Gan Ye (a popular chili sauce brand) in my dorm!"

"Wow, even such a big boss believes him? Could things be about to change?"

"Who is the other old man?"

"That's the market manager. Oh, right, he bought Lingyun's Chef's Steak yesterday too!"

"This is even more interesting!"

Boss Zhou didn't say much. Just like yesterday, he moved a stool and sat silently next to the food cart, using his actions to declare his stance.

Uncle Chen stepped forward, his eyes sharp as knives, his voice grinding from the depths of his throat:

"Wen Chong! Zhou Meimei! Didn't I tell you not to cause trouble for the merchants here?"

Wen Chong was so startled that he took a step back and almost stepped on the car behind him.

Zhou Meimei's face was also deathly pale, but she gritted her teeth and forced herself to speak:

"Uncle Chen, I'm not trying to cause trouble for you merchants; I'm just protecting my own rights!"

"Do you think I'm stupid?!"

Uncle Chen cursed without any politeness, spitting as he spoke:

"If your little shop had this skill, it would have been famous long ago. Why would it only become popular after Ling Yun set up a stall here?"

He was very certain:

The bizarre illusions that Lingyun created were simply beyond the capabilities of ordinary people.

He's never eaten at Wenji Xiaodian before, but hasn't he heard of it?

It does have some reputation.

But it's only a little bit.

Otherwise, why would he have reported it after finishing his meal?

If the chef Zhou Meimei brought could do that, Uncle Chen would cut out his own tongue and serve it to the three people opposite him as a snack with their drinks!

He already felt guilty for misunderstanding Ling Yun.

Zhou Meimei and her two companions had essentially walked right into a trap.

Uncle Chen stared at the two of them, his voice escaping through clenched teeth, each word distinct:

"If you apologize to Ling Yun now and get out of here, I won't bother you anymore, otherwise..."

Zhou Meimei couldn't hold back any longer and took two steps back, bumping into Wen Chong from behind. The two of them looked like two startled quails.

The female host, however, became excited, her eyes shining. She rushed forward and shoved the microphone at Uncle Chen, shouting urgently:

"Sir, may I interpret your words as a threat?"

Uncle Chen completely ignored her, simply standing with his hands behind his back, coldly watching Zhou Meimei and Wen Chong as if they were two walking corpses.

That's the attitude he has.

This completely stunned Zhou Meimei and her companion, leaving them speechless for a long time.

"Everyone, please be the judge!"

Seeing that there was a hint of awkward silence, the female host immediately started shouting at the top of her lungs, her voice so shrill it could pierce the night sky:

"This administrator has clearly been bribed to intimidate the person who asked for help. Let me tell you..."

Just as she was about to deliver a passionate and rousing speech,

Zhou's cousin, that hothead, couldn't hold back any longer.

"Soaring Clouds!"

He stepped forward, pointed directly at Ling Yun, and his voice was filled with anger:

Do you admit it or not?

Ling Yun calmly reached into the small bag, pinched off a small amount of powder, put it in his mouth, licked it lightly with his tongue, and his eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

"We're both cooks, so let's see who's the best."

He lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and whispered something towards the iron plate:

Please.

"Alright, let's have a competition!"

Cousin Zhou was delighted, a blush of excitement spreading across his face.

I don't believe it.

I'm a chef at a chain steakhouse with three years of experience, and I'm no match for you, a mediocre chef who only went to a vocational school for three years?

"Wow, this is going to be interesting!"

The diners became restless, wriggling their hips like a group of sharks smelling blood.

I missed the excitement yesterday.

I didn't expect it to be renewed again today!

come on!

Let's see what it's really like!