If I ask you to set up a stall, why do you always run to deserted places?

"Liu Yifan, I think you've been kicked in the head by a donkey."

"This is the paradise you were talking about?"

Master Chen looked around, his face full of disdain.

Followed by.

Two more cars stopped.

They are the big shots in the "State Banquet Chef Sai Jingang" group.

"In my 30 years in this business, this is the first time I've ever seen someone set up a stall under a bridge."

Mr. Zhang was dressed casually and wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"Exactly!"

Chef Li, who specializes in Cantonese cuisine, and Chef Wang, who specializes in Sichuan cuisine, also got off the car.

They prepared for the worst.

But I never expected it to break like this.

"Old Liu, it's not too late to tell the truth. Are you deliberately setting us up?"

"Alright!"

Liu Yifan rolled her eyes.

"Are you fucking done yet?"

"Since we're already here, can we go in and take a look?"

"Hey, you old codger, still being stubborn."

The other men were there to see Liu Yifan make a fool of himself.

Without hesitation, he walked directly under the bridge.

They wanted to see just how stubborn Liu Yifan could be!

Before they could even take two steps...

The group twitched their noses.

"Huh? This tastes weird."

Master Chen frowned slightly.

He comes from a background in Jiangsu cuisine and is most sensitive to the original flavor of ingredients.

no doubt.

This flavor is amazing!

"Could there really be something there?"

The group exchanged glances.

"How is this possible?"

They quickened their pace.

"Good heavens!"

"Why is there so many people under this bridge?"

Are they queuing?

"Holy crap! There are even people wrapped in sleeping bags!"

"Damn it!"

Mr. Zhang couldn't help but swear.

"Did these people sleep here last night?"

"Is it really that bad?"

"Just for a bowl of fried rice?"

Master Wang was also dumbfounded.

"If you posted this in a group chat, nobody would believe it even if you beat them to death."

Mr. Li took out his phone and took a picture of the line.

"How is it?"

Liu Yifan looked at the expressions on his old friends' faces.

His lips curled up in a wild smile.

"I wasn't lying to you, was I?"

It's too early to say whether it was a lie or not.

Master Zhang adjusted his glasses.

"A large number of customers doesn't necessarily mean the food is delicious; it could just be a result of good marketing."

"that is!"

Master Wang was equally stubborn.

"These days there are so many trendy shops, the people queuing up are all shills!"

"Come on, you guys!"

Liu Yifan scoffed.

"Which idiot would hire someone to come down under a bridge? Do they have too much money to burn?"

The group bickered as they walked toward the back of the line.

Wait until you reach the back of the line.

Master Wang glanced at the number of people.

"Well, at this rate, we won't be in line for at least an hour!"

"So what if we have to wait in line? We're already here!"

Master Chen has a good attitude.

With his hands in his pockets, he began to survey his surroundings.

You mustn't tell, you really mustn't tell!

It's just an ordinary bridge arch, nothing special at all!

That's impossible!

Surprising!

So weird!

Who would be so kind as to set up a stall in a place like this?

The line moved forward slowly.

The aroma grew stronger and stronger.

When they were only a dozen meters away from the food truck, they waited until they were in line.

The fragrance is so overpowering that it's almost unbearable to look at.

It's so rich it's practically dripping with water!

Glug!

I don't know whose stomach growled first.

The group looked at each other, none of them admitting anything.

"Alright, alright, stop pretending."

Liu Yifan smiled and shook his head.

"I felt the same way the first time I came here; I couldn't resist the smell."

"Pshaw, I just didn't eat breakfast!"

Master Wang curled his lip.

But his eyes kept drifting uncontrollably toward the food cart.

The line was long.

But he noticed,

The young chef in front of me can cook one dish in about three minutes!

The speed is ridiculously fast!

But the problem has come back again.

If you have this skill, why set up a stall in this godforsaken place?

Could it really be just for marketing purposes?

After another twenty minutes or so, it was finally their turn.

"Pfft!"

Su Yun slammed the pot shut, sending sparks and steam flying out.

"Holy shit!"

Mr. Wang subconsciously took a step back.

"This is fucking explosive!"

"Damn! Trying to intimidate me!"

Master Zhang was also dumbfounded.

My glasses almost slipped off my nose.

He has been in the industry for so many years.

I've seen countless chefs flipping woks, but I've never seen one flipped like this!

The intensity, rhythm, and angle are all perfect.

Rice grains are coated in egg, and beef dances in the pot.

The two reflected each other and flew into the sky together.

After flipping in the air, it landed back in the pot.

Let alone a single grain of rice.

Not a single drop of oil leaked out.

"This technique..."

Master Chen squinted his eyes.

He is a master of Jiangsu cuisine, and what he values ​​most is the basic skills.

And this young man in front of me.

Those with solid fundamentals can actually kill someone!

Heat the pan, add oil, and beat the eggs.

Every step of the process is impeccable!

Especially the action of beating the egg,

Three eggs were poured into the pan with one hand, and the egg mixture didn't splatter at all.

It's incredibly smooth.

"You've got something!"

Master Wang stopped being stubborn at this point.

He craned his neck to stare at Su Yun's hand.

I wish I could memorize every single movement.

"How old was this kid when he started learning to cook?"

He said he was self-taught!

Liu Yifan remarked quietly from the side.

"Self-taught?"

Master Wang's eyes widened. "Bullshit! You can learn this much by yourself?"

"That's right!"

"The strength with which he flips the wok—you couldn't develop that skill in less than ten years of practice!"

"Ten years of training? He's only in his early twenties."

Liu Yifan continued to deliver the final blow.

"..."

Mr. Li silently took out his phone and started recording.

"I need to record it and analyze it frame by frame when I get back."

The group remained silent.

The customers ahead of us just finished ordering.

Su Yun looked up at them and smiled.

"Gentlemen, what would you like to eat?"

Master craftsman?

The group of people immediately felt a little uncomfortable.

Compare with others.

Their master craftsmen have no real skill or expertise.

"What kind of things are there?"

Master Chen asked.

Su Yun pointed to the small blackboard next to him.

"The menu is above."

Master Zhang glanced at it and then paused, stunned.

"So cheap?"

He originally thought that these trendy stalls would cost at least forty or fifty yuan!

The most expensive one is only 18?!

"Cheap doesn't necessarily mean bad, but good stuff is definitely not cheap!"

Master Wang muttered to himself.

"At this price... how good can the ingredients be?"

"that is!"

"Hehe, you'll find out soon enough!"

Liu Yifan was too lazy to explain and just spoke up.

"Boss, give me a seafood dish."

"I want beef!"

Master Chen was the second to speak.

"One serving of preserved meat, please."

"I... I'll keep it as is."

Master Li thought for a moment, "The most basic skills are what truly demonstrate one's expertise."

"Then I'll have seafood, just like Lao Liu."

Although Master Wang complained, he was very decisive when ordering food.

"Alright, please wait a moment, all five of you."

Su Yun responded and turned to begin preparations.

Several customers before us also ordered seafood, so we can cook it all at the same time.

Su Yun quickly chopped the ingredients.

The movements were so fast that they were almost invisible.

"Awesome!"

Master Wang stared in disbelief, then opened his mouth to speak.

"What kind of approach is this?"

"Click."

Su Yun heated the pan, poured in oil, and then cracked in the eggs.

Several people took a breath at the same time.

"Holy crap... this egg isn't right, is it?"

Master Chen frowned.

"The quality of these eggs is...absolutely superb!"

"That's right! There's no fishy smell at all, it's even better than the free-range eggs I use!"

"And look at that color..."

Master Zhang pointed to the golden egg mixture in the pot.

"The yolks are a very dark color, which means they were free-range!"

"What? Free-range ones are only 15 yuan?"

Master Li exclaimed in surprise.

"Is this kid doing charity work?"