Lin Zhou had considered this possibility beforehand.

Having prepared myself mentally, I numbly opened my eyes and clicked on the system.

[This week's task: Arrive at the summit of Qinhuang Mountain at 6:00 AM every morning to sell porridge for 100 yuan a bowl. (The type of porridge is not limited.)]

[Recipe: "100 Ways to Make Porridge" has been released!]

[Accept Task/Reject Task]

Lin Zhou: ? ? ?

What time is it?

Where?

Mountain top?

Holy crap!

A bowl of porridge that costs 100 yuan?

This mission is getting more and more outrageous.

Who's the kind person who goes to the mountaintop to buy porridge at six in the morning?

A bowl costs 100 yuan? Who can afford that?!

Isn't this just making things difficult for me, Fat Tiger?!

Putting everything else aside, with his small frame, how could he possibly carry porridge up a mountain?

Thinking of those old men carrying bottled water and instant noodles up the mountain to sell, Lin Zhou truly felt he didn't have that kind of strength.

Could it be that the system recently saw him climbing mountains and gave him this task?

Lin Zhou couldn't figure it out, but he knew he didn't need to sleep.

It's 3 a.m. now, and he needs to go to the vegetable market or wholesale market that opens in the early morning to buy ingredients.

It was impossible for Lin Zhou not to accept the mission, so he took it and got out of bed with a yawn.

Without further ado, I'll take a cold shower to wake myself up, then put on my clothes and head out.

Driving the tricycle that had been turned into a porridge stall, Lin Zhou drove out of the villa in the dark.

The security guard recognized Lin Zhou at a glance, because he was the only one in the entire villa who rode in and out on a tricycle.

It's just strange that he went out at this time.

Why are you setting up a stall so late at night instead of sleeping?

I don't understand the thinking of rich people.

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