Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

"Chef Ling, this time, I'm afraid you've gone too far."

The leader's voice trembled on the phone, like a leaf rustling in the wind.

Originally, an event like this could attract tens of thousands of people a day, and over a hundred thousand people in three days, which was already the limit of their estimates.

The 300,000 views on Lingyun are neither a lot nor a little; the main expectation is to promote a connection between the local people and the citizens of Yunnan.

Unexpectedly, Ling Yun's interview video went viral.

Multiple topics broke into the top 30, with the best one even staying in the top 10 for a long time.

This influence is off the charts.

Train and plane tickets were completely sold out within a day, and even tickets to surrounding counties and cities were full, indicating that many people were planning to transfer to get here.

Local hotels and guesthouses are fully booked.

Officials estimated that the number of migrant workers alone would be around 80,000, not to mention the enthusiasm of the locals.

Such a lively scene.

Don't the locals want to contribute?

The key point this time is Lingyun!

With so many people coming, even if the Culture and Tourism Bureau extends the stay from the original three days to seven days, the number of people received each day could be in the tens of thousands, and in the end, it might reach a scale of over 500,000 tourists.

In this way.

How many people can actually eat Lingyun dishes?

If it's too little, wouldn't that be suspected of being a deceptive practice?

If that leads to bad news, his political achievements will be directly tarnished.

This was something the leadership hadn't anticipated!

In the past, the problem was always insufficient publicity and few people attending the event. This time, for the first time ever, I've felt the frustration of being so popular.

"Well... I don't have any good solutions either. All I can say is that I'll try to increase my working hours, and the quantity..."

Ling Yun paused, then pursed her lips.

He couldn't guarantee that the number would be in the tens of thousands.

The leader was aware of the situation, and the call was just to find someone to complain to.

At this time.

The young man sitting nearby, editing footage, suddenly looked up and shouted:

"I wonder if my method will work!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Yun...

So he simply handed the phone to Brother Xiaobai.

Xiao Bai truly lives up to his reputation as a top-tier event organizer who's always coming up with ideas for activities and gameplay.

He came up with an idea:

While the promotional activities are still ongoing, quickly invite some popular local hotels and restaurants to send people to set up tents at the venue and sell their signature dishes.

Not only will they be able to promote their restaurant, but they will also earn extra income, so I doubt anyone would refuse.

Even hole-in-the-wall restaurants and small shops recommended by locals can be copied from the original.

Everything for the glory of Haishi.

Let the leaders handle the ideological work.

As for Lingyun's dishes, they will be offered through a lottery.

Those who are selected can buy one, and those who are not selected don't need to queue.

The number of prizes drawn on-site can be adjusted according to the cooking speed of Lingyun, which can effectively disperse the flow of people and avoid all diners crowding at Lingyun's location.

At least the scene will look much better.

As long as a reasonable number of people get to eat Lingyun vegetables, there won't be a public outcry.

The leader was overjoyed.

I think this is a great idea.

The two talked for a long time, several hours before hanging up.

Ling Yun didn't pay any attention to these things.

He spent the whole day watching videos with Zhang Moli, catching up on the different types of chicken and duck, and what kind of dishes are best suited for which type of chicken or duck.

Even if it's like finding a needle in a haystack.

They also wanted to narrow down the scope as much as possible.

When Ling Yun gets busy, the person who helps to distinguish and arrange the order of tasks will have to fall to Zhang Moli. This is crucial.

Zhang Moli, on whom high hopes were placed, was not too flustered.

After this period of learning, she has a general understanding of all kinds of chickens and ducks, and feels that she can no longer choose them based solely on feel and luck, but rather on the knowledge in her mind.

This gave her confidence and made her appear very calm.

One day later.

On the fourth day of his seclusion, Ling Yun began his final sprint.

Brother Li is as reliable as ever:

After receiving Zhang Moli's selection criteria, he sent over another batch of fully processed chickens and ducks. Zhang Moli was in charge outside the kitchen, while Ling Yun stood inside, going all out!

They just hadn't thought of that yet.

The supply disruption, though only lasting one day, has had a significant impact.

"I want braised duck, I want three-cup chicken, I don't want this!"

Early in the morning.

Zhang Fan's family was in complete chaos.

Ever since he brought back two servings of Three Cup Chicken and braised duck last time, his son and wife have been completely hooked.

My wife is alright.

Although I always think about food, I am an adult after all, and when Zhang Fan told me that it was temporarily unavailable, I was able to suppress my cravings.

Children's expressions are more extreme.

He would fuss and demand to eat those two dishes whenever he didn't see them at each meal. Although he would eventually eat the other dishes with tears in his eyes, the couple was quite exhausted both physically and mentally from having to do it every time.

The same is true now.

My son didn't like the breakfast I bought at all; he just wanted to eat Three Cup Chicken and braised duck.

My wife tried to buy duck products from other places yesterday, but she didn't even need to buy them. Just by tasting a little bit at the place, she knew that they could never compare to the ones she brought back last time.

Left with no other choice.

His wife had no choice but to suppress him by force.

"Waaaaah."

The son went out, wiping away tears, still shouting out absurd things:

"I'm going to tell the teacher that you won't give me any food!"

His wife grabbed their son by the ear and left, leaving Zhang Fan alone on the bed, puzzled.

Is the food we received really that delicious?

Yesterday, he returned the items and went on duty. When he came back in the evening, his wife, who rarely stays up late, was watching TV while holding braised duck. A large pile of bones on the table told him that the braised duck he brought back had been eaten in just one day.

Zhang Fan went twice, but he didn't eat a single bite himself. However, his wife and son were completely whetted by the food.

He washed up and got up.

While sitting at the table eating breakfast, I was still wondering how delicious the food must be.

"Honey~"

A sweet, cloying voice came from the doorway.

Zhang Fan turned around in surprise.

They've been married for a long time, and they hear mostly complaints and hardly any polite words.

He couldn't even remember the last time he heard her speak so sweetly.

My wife really wanted it.

Not only did her son want to eat it, but she wanted to eat it herself too.

After buying from many different stores and finding none of them to her liking, she immediately realized that this might be a special brand.

The levels are completely different.

Just thinking about that flavor makes me feel much better.

"Whose braised duck and three-cup chicken are they?"

"We're all from the same family!"

Zhang Fan shook his head vigorously, still somewhat unaccustomed to his wife like this.

His wife came closer, stood beside him, and nudged him:

"Let's buy some more tomorrow; it's rare for the kid to like it."

She hesitated for a moment, then carefully said:

"If all else fails, you could ask someone to give you some face!"

Zhang Fan was speechless.

Would someone really say something like that just for a bite to eat?

"I'm just a lowly traffic cop, who would give me face? Besides, is face so easy to gain? Who knows what I'll have to pay back later!"

Zhang Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly, but he couldn't help but think of the girl who called him "police uncle".

perhaps……

They're not that hard to talk to.

Seeing the look on his face, his wife knew there was hope, and nudged him again: "Go give it a try. When have I ever asked you to do something?"

Zhang Fan gave another bitter smile.

That's true.

My wife takes care of the family and goes to work, so she doesn't really let me do anything.

Well, how should I put it...

I've never seen anyone actually have to ask for help just to eat a dish.

He finished his porridge in a few bites and put down his bowl and chopsticks.

"Okay, I'll go see what's going on!"

He still didn't believe it; at most, he'd just have to pay a little more money.

He himself didn't realize how guilty he felt when he muttered those words to himself.

We drove to the traffic police brigade.

Before Zhang Fan even got out of the car, he saw a large crowd gathered at the entrance.

Has something happened?

He quickly moved closer.