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

"..."

The air became quiet.

About twenty people stared at each other blankly.

We looked at each other, but neither of us said a word.

Their eyes were all fixed on that pale white sign.

He looked completely puzzled.

Nima!

What did they give them?!

Is this still in China?

【? ? ? 】

【Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!】

What is this thing?

[The morgue... Am I seeing things?]

Sister Peach, you still insist you haven't gone to the wrong place!

[How did this scene end up in the morgue?!]

Wait, you mean, Master Su set up his stall right in front of the morgue?

[That's interesting! Go on, I'm listening.]

【Wait... this location is just too weird!】

[They entered the city, but not completely? That's interesting!]

[Master Su, are you serious?]

I'm impressed, hahaha!

The live chat exploded instantly.

The screen was filled with question marks and exclamation marks.

Peach Sister's lips twitched wildly.

No!

Tens of thousands of people are watching her live stream!

This supposed restaurant visit turned into a morgue visit!

What if the platform administrators catch this?!

How can she still eat Master Su's liu'er?

Sister Peach took a deep breath.

He took out his phone and glanced at Su Yun's WeChat Moments post.

She remembered missing a few photos.

You wouldn't know unless you looked into it.

I was shocked when I saw it.

God!

Who's the kind person who takes photos like this?

Did Master Su actually see anyone taking pictures?

He managed to make a morgue look eerie and sinister from a low angle.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they'd arrived in the underworld.

but!

You really shouldn't believe it!

The atmosphere on site is really just like that!

Peach Sister never expected this.

Master Su's stall was just sitting there right across from us!

Good guy!

Is your birth chart that strong?

"Master Su, you..."

Sister Peach opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

I want to complain, but there are just too many things to complain about.

There's simply no way to begin eating it.

"I knew this place was so eerie."

The boy in the plaid shirt wiped away a bead of sweat and instinctively took a step back.

"Um...should we keep going?"

The girl asked in a low voice, her gaze occasionally drifting towards the morgue.

This is terrifying.

"Since we're already here!"

Sister Peach gritted her teeth, trying to bolster her courage.

"What's there to be afraid of? It's not like it's haunted in the middle of the day, is it?"

"that is!"

The boy in the baseball cap also straightened up, puffing out his chest.

"There are about twenty of us, with such strong yang energy, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Let's go, let's go, we're already here!"

"Let me tell you, it's places like these that truly showcase Master Su's culinary skills!"

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it, if his food wasn't good, would he dare to set up a stall in a place like this?"

"That makes sense!"

The group encouraged each other and gritted their teeth to keep moving forward.

After walking less than a hundred meters, I turned a corner.

They finally met the Master Su they had been longing to see!

It still features a cool food truck and bright, warm lighting.

This warmed the hearts of many.

Look!

That's more like it!

They took off running over there.

My eyes were immediately drawn to the large screen on the food cart.

The menu and prices are clearly displayed above.

The interface is simple and clear.

Every now and then, a few pictures of delicious food pop up, making people's mouths water.

"Holy crap, when did this food truck become so high-class?"

The boy in the baseball cap stared wide-eyed.

"Look at that screen, you can even order online."

"Wow, it even has automatic payment and number calling! That's more advanced than many brick-and-mortar stores!"

"Wow! Master Su has really upgraded his equipment!"

"......"

"Master Su!"

Sister Peach called out and quickly walked over.

"You're here! What's for dinner today?"

Su Yun looked up, saw her, and smiled.

"Let's not talk about food yet."

Sister Peach walked up to the food cart and exaggeratedly covered her chest.

"Are you serious about choosing this location?"

She pointed to the pale white sign across the street.

"Who would be so kind as to set up a stall in such a godforsaken place?"

Nonsense, of course I'm not serious!

Do I have a choice?

I didn't have a choice!

Su Yun secretly grumbled in his heart, then nodded against his conscience.

"This place is in the city center, with convenient transportation, and there are several pedestrian streets nearby."

"This is absolutely a blessed place!"

Peach Sister: "..."

[Wow, that's Master Su for you! His serious expression is hilarious!]

[We've determined the feng shui; now, where is the auspicious site?]

[This is hilarious! If this location had been chosen by an average person, the business would have gone out of business on day one!]

[It all comes down to Chef Su! As long as the food is delicious, it doesn't matter where it's displayed.]

The viewers in the live chat were laughing hysterically.

Sister Peach took a deep breath and forced herself to look back.

Ah!

As long as I don't watch it!

This thing doesn't affect her at all!

"Let's start with a bowl of braised pork rice to fill our stomachs!"

Sister Peach was about to walk to the food cart screen to place her order.

"etc!"

Just then.

A middle-aged man in the crowd suddenly spoke up.

Everyone looked at him.

Look closely, this man is around 40 years old and rather overweight.

He was carrying a briefcase, his expression carrying a hint of scrutiny.

His gaze swept back and forth between the food cart and Su Yun several times.

"Are you in such a hurry to order? Aren't you going to take a look first?"

"What are you looking at?"

The girl next to him was puzzled.

"How's the braised pork rice?"

The man walked to the food cart and looked down at the braised pork bubbling in the pot.

His name is Luo Botou, and he is the owner of a long-established braised food shop in the city.

Their family has been making braised dishes for eight generations.

Eight generations of brine!

Do you know what this means?

A family of braised food makers!

The Power of Halogenation, Stage Three!

Starting from his great-great-great-grandfather, the Luo family had been selling braised food at a stall in the city.

Several hundred years have passed since then.

Anyone in the city who loves braised food knows theirs.

Luo Botou is even more revered as the King of Braised Dishes, the supreme among the supreme braised dishes.

A single dose of halogen can reduce everything to ashes.

That's how scary it is.

Luo Bo is not a fan of Sister Peach.

He just happened to run into the large group when he went out this morning.

And then I was swept along and ended up here.

I was thinking that since I was already here, I might as well see what tricks these young people were up to.

In the end, it all came full circle.

He actually went back to his old profession.

Luo Bo looked at Su Yun's stall, his eyes full of confusion.

He grew up next to a braised food stall.

My understanding of braised dishes is ingrained in my bones.

What kind of meat is good meat? What kind of braising sauce is good braising sauce?

What is the perfect cooking time?

Robert can tell at a glance and distinguish by smell.

no doubt.

The braised dish in front of me looks pretty good.

But then a problem arises.

Why is it placed in such a awful place?

Is this young boss really that desperate?

Would a normal person set up a stall in front of a morgue?

Who are we selling it to?

Robert was greatly shocked.

Someone nearby recognized him and asked cautiously.

"Teacher Luo, what do you think of this braised pork?"

Luo Botou didn't rush to speak, but observed carefully for a while.

have to say,

The pork belly alone was cut very meticulously, with an enticing reddish-brown sheen.

The fatty parts look beautiful.

The lean meat was also prepared well.

Luo Bo nodded to himself.

The pork belly tumbled and rolled in the braising liquid, occasionally revealing its firm texture.

It made people's stomachs tingle.

Rob sniffed.

If he wasn't mistaken, this meat was definitely freshly slaughtered and of good quality.

And this pot of braised sauce has an even more interesting story to tell.

It's incredibly thick and glossy, and it drips slowly down the meat, clearly a testament to the skill of its preparation.

"The presentation is indeed much better than that of ordinary stalls."

Rob nodded, but his tone held a hint of reservation.

You could even call them picky.

"However, the appearance of this braised pork is not very useful; the key is the cooking time and the ingredients."

Yes, Robb is very picky.

He already had some preconceived notions.

It's possible to set up a stall selling braised meat in a morgue.

Either they've got something on their head, or they're just trying to attract attention.

Regardless of which one.

He, the king of braised dishes, needs a good talking-to!

We must make sure this young man realizes his mistake and gets back on the right path.

Ah!

This is the tradition of us braised food makers.