Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

Chapter 65 Is a son's love so easy to come by?

Splash!

A raging storm erupted on the sea, and a giant soy sauce octopus burst forth from the dark brown water, tightly coiling around Ling Yun.

Lingyun is now quite adept at using illusions.

He disregarded his own safety and instead kept looking around, not missing any details.

First, there was the sea, which blotted out the sky.

The seawater here is not transparent, but rather a light brown color.

Take a closer look.

Countless spices swirl and float within it.

Galangal, star anise, cinnamon, fennel seeds, bay leaves...

Ling Yun quickly identified all the spices, and then focused his attention on the soy sauce octopus in front of him.

There were a total of four tentacles binding him.

The thickest and largest tentacle is dark red and clear in color, with a flavor somewhere between light and dark soy sauce.

Followed by.

Ling Yun turned his gaze to the other two tentacles, which were slightly smaller and almost the same size.

One is reddish-brown with high transparency, quite similar to light soy sauce;

The other one is dark reddish-brown and quite thick.

The smallest tentacle was brownish-black, dark, and murky in color.

Suddenly, a wave crashed over us.

This wave is different from the surrounding seawater. Its color is between light and dark soy sauce, with a rich soy sauce flavor and a high salt content. It also contains translucent crystals.

Very easy to identify.

Lingyun immediately recognized that these were the earliest soy sauce and rock sugar!

Once all this information has been confirmed.

He immediately escaped the illusion.

"A total of five types of soy sauce. A base of traditional soybean soy sauce, one large, two medium, one small, and a final seasoning, plus various spices!"

Ling Yun suddenly opened his eyes and rushed out of the food cart into the cafeteria.

it's here.

All kinds of seasonings and spices are neatly arranged in the bowl.

Ling Yun grabbed a bunch of sauces and opened them, taking out all the light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, and soybean paste to check the flavors.

soon.

Besides soy sauce.

Four kinds of sauces, namely Steamed Fish Soy Sauce, Donggu Yipin Fresh Sauce, Maggi Fresh Sauce, and Spicy Fresh Sauce, are lined up in a row.

Spices are even easier to find.

After all, their appearances are quite different.

Galangal, star anise, cinnamon, fennel seeds, bay leaves.

Looking at these specifications.

Lingyun understood that the system was prompting him to create a specially blended soy sauce.

The spices are boiled in a specific ratio to make a flavoring liquid, which is then mixed with soy sauce and simmered together to obtain a satisfactory blended soy sauce.

only……

He only had a general idea about soy sauce:

The base is made with the most soybean paste.

Secondly, Donggu Yipinxian is a high-end compound soy sauce, and it is the most widely used among them;

Steamed fish soy sauce and Maggi seasoning are the next best options;

Spicy and fresh sauce is the least.

Although we have experience with spices, the exact amount needs to be compared repeatedly, and the twenty-odd people in this building are definitely not enough to digest them.

Ling Yun immediately dialed his supervisor's number:

"Boss, I need people, lots and lots of people!"

……

Donghu District Traffic Management Brigade.

Zhang Fan, a traffic policeman who had finished his shift in the heavy rain and was soaking wet, parked his motorcycle in the shed and quickly ran into the rest room.

It's his son's birthday today, and he only managed to ask his boss for half a day off in the evening, so he has to hurry.

His wife and son often complain that he's always busy, and he'd better be there on time today, or he'll get scolded again.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Fan changed his clothes and quickly ran to his car. Just as he was about to start the engine, someone knocked on the window.

"Instructor!"

Zhang Fan rolled down the window and forced a smile at the people outside:

"It's my son's birthday today, so I took the day off."

"I know you took leave. You live in Chaoyang District, right? There's an assignment from the organization; could you go and complete it while you're there?"

The instructor gave the order with a blank expression.

Despite her reluctance, Zhang Fan forced a smile.

"What are your orders, Instructor?"

The instructor didn't speak immediately, but instead took out his phone, checked the map, and sent a location to Zhang Fan:

"Just drive right in here, pick up a serving of Three-Cup Chicken near the cafeteria to take home. After you finish eating, bring the casserole back to the office the next day, and we'll deliver it back to everyone!"

Zhang Fan was completely numb from listening.

no……

Even if you said there was a multi-vehicle collision somewhere and you needed me to go and direct traffic, what if I did?

What the heck is Three Cup Chicken?

"Instructor, I don't like eating chicken!" Zhang Fan tried to refuse.

The instructor, however, put on a stern face:

"This is no joke, nor is it a personal request; it's an assignment! Everyone who lives near Chaoyang has to go pick it up after get off work. For those in less busy government offices, it might even be two trips a day."

He knocked on the car window again:

"I've already given you the time; you must be there within half an hour. Give your name and collect it for free. Remember, this is a task, you must complete it!"

"Okay...okay, instructor!"

Zhang Fan stopped complaining, closed the window, and sped away from the company.

He grumbled and cursed, but still drove towards the place the instructor had indicated.

Three cups of chicken?

You've lived long enough to encounter all sorts of strange things.

Filled with resentment, Zhang Fan accelerated his pace and arrived at his destination five minutes ahead of schedule.

There were quite a few people there.

Besides those driving, there were also quite a few people waiting in line on electric bikes.

"Oh shit!"

Zhang Fan leaned out of the car, rolled down the window, and couldn't help but curse:

"Who set up this cafeteria? They have such a big reputation, making so many of us come all this way for nothing."

He had thought...

I'm sure many people will agree with me if I keep muttering like this.

But who would have thought?

A woman wearing a raincoat and riding an electric scooter next to him chuckled.

"Young man, is this your first time picking it up?"

"Yeah, right!" Zhang Fan readily admitted, somewhat annoyed.

"Then you'll know once you try it!"

The older sister smiled mysteriously, a hint of smugness from someone who had been through it all.

"it is good."

Zhang Fan cursed inwardly, but forced a smile on his face.

In the workplace, the older the woman, the harder it is to offend her. Who knows how senior she is or what kind of connections she has?

He didn't need to argue with the other party.

I was just silently angry inside.

A serving of Three Cup Chicken costs only a few dozen yuan; you can get it anywhere.

It's not even worth him stepping on the gas again!

"That's enough, it's my turn. The food comes out really fast here!"

The older woman happily twisted the handlebars, ran to the window, gave her name, and received a serving of Three Cup Chicken. Before leaving, she asked another question at the window, took another serving, and then rode away satisfied.

My older sister was right after all.

The dozen or so people in front of them all took them all at once.

Zhang Fan quickly drove up, gave his name, and then received a well-packaged Three Cup Chicken takeout, served in a clay pot and covered with a towel to keep it warm.

So mysterious!

Zhang Fan made another complaint.

Without even a smile, they sped up, turned around, and drove home.

"Wow!"

Xiao Bai jumped up to avoid the rain splashed by the car, and then looked down to write down Zhang Fan's name.

snort!

Come again tomorrow, and see if I'll just say a few words to you and that's it!

Zhang Fan was completely oblivious to Xiao Bai's expression.

He sped all the way, but still arrived home half an hour late.

Seeing him bring home three-cup chicken, his wife couldn't help but start nagging again:

"We've already cooked at home, why did you go out of your way to buy groceries? Do you think I'm a bad cook? It's such a waste of your time, our son is waiting for you!"

"Dad, hurry up! I'm starving!"

The son, sitting in the main seat, had his arms crossed over his chest, his little face tense, looking angry!

Zhang Fan gave an awkward laugh, but ultimately didn't reveal the Three Cup Chicken mission.

He felt that speaking out would only lead to more criticism.

So without saying anything, she went straight into the house to change her clothes.

As I passed by my son, he scolded me, still pouting.

"Hmph, always away from home, never at all. I wonder what he's busy with all day?"

These were all his wife's complaints, and somehow his son overheard them and used them to scold him.

Zhang Fan responded with a soft "Ah."

Sensing his authority was being challenged, he was about to reprimand his son when his wife quickly stepped in to mediate.

"Alright, alright, you were indeed late, and our son is angry."

resignedly.

Zhang Fan had no choice but to swallow his emotions and go into the room.

The wife took out the three-cup chicken and placed it on the table, telling her son to wait for his father to come out before eating. The son turned his head away from her, refusing to look at her, and snorted coldly:

"I don't want to wait for the King of Lateness!"

The wife sighed, resigned, and had no choice but to go into the room with Zhang Fan.

As she helped him get his clothes to change, she didn't forget to remind him:

"The reason your son isn't close to you is because you don't spend much time at home. Spend more time at home in the future, and bring some of his favorite toys. He'll naturally become closer to you then."

"We can't just coax him."

Zhang Fan knew that this was not a long-term solution.

The moment the toys stopped, my son's love vanished instantly, like smoke in the wind, as if it had all become a transaction!

"Why!"

His wife sighed helplessly; she couldn't think of any better solutions.

The two changed their clothes and returned to the living room.

Zhang Fan was immediately greeted by a wonderful aroma and exclaimed in delight:

"Hey? Honey, your cooking skills have improved!"

The wife frowned in confusion:

"This... doesn't seem to be my food!"

"dad!"

The son's mumbled voice rang out.