Food: My food truck can be upgraded indefinitely.

"Big sister, what happened?!"

Zhang Fan squeezed through the crowd, approached, and found a familiar older sister.

The older sister cried out "Ouch!" and stomped her foot hard, her voice both urgent and angry:

"We were in a hurry and wanted to ask when the food would be ready, but the security guard wouldn't let us in! It's infuriating!"

The people around also started complaining, chattering amongst themselves:

"Exactly, they posted for two days and then stopped. We were just getting a taste of success, so charging for it wouldn't cost much. What's the meaning of this?"

"I asked my supervisor, and they said it's a day off."

"It's already the second day. We can't rest every day. When the cafeteria opens in the future, we can come and eat here."

Zhang Fan squinted at the tightly closed door, pulled his older sister a couple of steps away, leaned closer and lowered his voice before whispering:

"Ma'am, is it the security guard who won't let me in, or the person distributing the meals?"

"The security guard! None of us saw the person distributing the meals. The problem is, my grandson refuses to eat them, he throws a tantrum every day, and we don't even know what's in them. He says the meals I buy outside don't taste good, he eats them and then spits them out, and then he cries..."

The older sister was still grumbling on and on.

Zhang Fan had already raised his head, his gaze passing over the crowd and looking inside.

This detachment was near his home. He often passed by when it was being built and knew there was a back door at the back.

"Hey, let's exchange phone numbers. We can keep each other informed if there's any news!"

Zhang Fan exchanged phone numbers with his older sister and then quickly returned to his car.

I drove around to the side.

He parted the weeds that were almost as tall as a person and sure enough, he saw an iron gate.

Perhaps because it hasn't been officially opened yet, and because the door is completely hidden by weeds, the staff probably didn't even notice that there was an unlocked door.

Zhang Fan reached through the gap, found the bolt, pulled it open, and opened the iron gate.

Enter the courtyard.

He deliberately avoided the view of the front door and went around to the cafeteria from the back.

It was still more than five meters away.

The rich aroma was already wafting over in wisps.

Isn't this still cooking?

Zhang Fan quickened his pace, followed the scent, and then saw a huge tiger head decoration standing in front of him.

This is?

Chef's Steak?

I haven't received a steak!

After navigating around the food cart, Zhang Fan finally found the door where meals were usually served.

The table and notebooks were placed inside the door, but no one was guarding them.

He mustered his courage and walked through the door, only to find that it was a large canteen kitchen.

There were more than ten people working inside.

One of the girls, with her flowing long hair and long dress, was the most graceful.

She walked between two rows of prepared chicken and duck, notebook in hand, carefully noting down the labels on the chicken and duck while crisply assigning numbers:

"No. 36 Guangdong Sunflower Chicken, fed with juice extracted from fresh sunflower seeds, leaves, and stalks, is free-range in a sunflower garden. It has yellow skin, crisp bones, and fragrant meat. Age: 156 days, net weight: 903 grams."

"No. 37 Fujian Changting Hetian Chicken, raised in a completely ecological environment in the mountain bamboo forest, with rice and corn as its main food. It contains flaky fat, has a golden skin color, and is raised for about one year after being castrated. Net weight is 2230 grams."

"Breuse chicken, No. 38. Chicks were raised indoors, and adults were free-range in outdoor pastures. They were fed milk and grain porridge before slaughter. Red comb, white feathers, and blue claws. The thighs, covered with cloth, are extremely plump. Age: 125 days, net weight 1890 grams."

……

She recited the data for more than twenty chickens in one go.

All the processed chicken was sent to the other end of the kitchen.

Zhang Fan walked a few more steps inside and found that all the chicken had been sent to a small window.

He stood on tiptoe and saw it clearly.

A young man with an expressionless face stood inside the window.

He took the chicken and deftly chopped it into small pieces, then placed them one by one into the casserole, carefully marking each piece on the lid. His earnestness made it seem less like cooking and more like conducting scientific research.

Is it necessary...?

Zhang Fan wanted to give a mocking smile, but he couldn't manage it.

The girl started shouting again:

"BJ Duck No. 12, force-fed, with feed packed into the esophagus using a cradle machine. Rich in fat, with thick skin and tender meat, it is specially made for roasting. Age: 43 days, net weight 3378 grams."

"Duck No. 13, a white duck from Liancheng, Fujian, is free-range in streams and rice paddies, foraging for fish, shrimp, snails, and grass. It has a black beak and black feet, and its broth is clear and free of fishy smell, making it a medicinal-grade tonic. Age: one year and ten months, net weight: 1402 grams."

"Duck No. 14, a French Muscovy duck, free-range during its initial period and later force-fed with corn. The meat is deep red, similar to beef, with an extremely strong aroma of fat, and is specially bred for making confit duck legs. Age: 108 days, net weight 4850 grams."

……

Zhang Fan listened intently to the well-organized and rhythmic instructions.

"Officer!"

Xiaoyue caught a glimpse of Zhang Fan out of the corner of her eye and hurriedly ran over:

"Why are you here again? We didn't schedule any orders today!"

Lingyun only started recovering this morning. The twenty-odd people who rested for a day can still manage on their own, but they will have to wait until tomorrow to continue serving meals.

"I...I just came to take a look, in case there are any, I'll bring some home."

Zhang Fan touched the back of his head sheepishly, and immediately added after speaking:

"I can pay for it!"

"I don't need the money..."

Xiaoyue paused for a moment after she finished speaking.

Yes.

The amount of money spent on ordering supplies and distributing meals these past few days has been outrageous...

She glanced back at Ling Yun, who was still busy, and was shocked.

Could it be that he's the one carrying the burden?

Wasn't this developed specifically for the event?

What if we develop it ourselves?

This level of investment is terrifying!

Seeing that she didn't answer, but instead turned to look at the young man cooking, Zhang Fan assumed that she was waiting for the young man to make a decision.

He's a chef, after all; I understand.

He bypassed Xiaoyue and walked towards Lingyun.

Xiaoyue was in a daze.

The others, seeing that Xiaoyue had talked to him, assumed she wasn't an outsider and didn't stop her.

Zhang Fan went to the window.

He waited a while, until Ling Yun finished preparing a pot of Three Cup Chicken, lit the fire, and put it on the stove, before cautiously speaking:

"Hello chef, when will your dishes be available again? Can I buy some today?"

His words caused chaos among the people in the room.

Everyone knows that.

Lingyun hates being disturbed when she's cooking.

Everyone stepped forward, but Ling Yun spoke calmly:

"Deliveries will resume tomorrow. If you want some today's orders, I'll send you a few. Don't tell anyone, we haven't resumed deliveries yet."

"Okay, okay!" Zhang Fan nodded repeatedly with a smile. "Thank you!"

In high spirits, he couldn't help but sigh:

"I just watched you prepare the ingredients, and you were so professional. You even recorded the numbers and weights."

Although it was a compliment.

But deep down I still felt this approach was too extravagant.

It's just a dish, how can it have such heavenly effects?

"Yes, we need to choose the best of the best."

Ling Yun smiled faintly, his hands continuing their work:

Everything starts with small things.

He glanced at Zhang Fan and invited him with a smile:

"I just happen to have a culinary masterpiece ready. Would you like to try it?"

A master chef's dish?

That's way too exaggerated.

Was I being a little too confident in saying that?

Zhang Fan thought about it for a moment:

I haven't tasted the vegetables I've delivered in the past two days, so today is a good opportunity.

Just as he was about to nod, Xiaoyue ran over.

Lingyun has been going to great lengths these past few days, all to prepare culinary masterpieces.

No one thought of it.

Surprisingly, Zhang Fan was the first to be invited.

Although Xiaoyue couldn't eat it, she could still capture the effect in the photos.

She had seen the video of He Yu's clothes being torn off.

Knowing that this culinary masterclass dish is incredibly impactful and effective.

"Officer, could we film you tasting it for publicity? We can blur your face."

Xiaoyue looked at Zhang Fan expectantly, her face full of sincerity.

Zhang Fan hesitated for a moment, thought about it, and then nodded!

Xiao Bai waved his hand vigorously, his eyes shining.

This time I finally had the chance to witness the legendary scene of tasting divine dishes!

Seeing the excited crowd, Zhang Fan vaguely sensed something was wrong and began to have second thoughts.

Did I make the wrong decision?

Could it be... that it tastes terrible?