Mr. and Mrs. Liu Xiangdong, who had just finished get off work, rushed over and found that their son's stall was empty.

The two were extremely anxious, but also afraid of upsetting their son.

"Son, don't get worked up! Take it slow," Lin Guihua comforted him.

Liu Yihang said nonchalantly, "I'm not in a hurry. You must be tired after a busy morning. You guys sit down and rest first, and I'll make you something to eat."

The two had no choice but to sit down and wait for their son's meal.

Liu Yihang heated the oil in the wok with a series of smooth and fluid movements.

He uses a high-powered stove and a large iron wok, which can cook three servings of fried rice at once.

After a few skillful steps, the unique aroma of fried rice soon filled the air.

The customers waiting for their meals all looked toward the source of the aroma, toward Liu Yihang.

"Oh my god, it smells amazing!"

"This kid has some skill. Just for the aroma alone, it's worth two yuan."

"Why don't we give it a try?" Some impatient customers were eager to try.

"Let's give it a try!"

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Liu Yihang placed three servings of golden-brown fried rice on the table.

The family then began to enjoy their meal.

He just kept showing off, without stopping.

As my skills improved, the quality of my fried rice got better and better.

After finishing their meal, Liu Xiangdong and Lin Guihua drank a large bowl of soup before they felt a little something in their stomachs.

Liu Yihang swallowed the last bite of fried rice.

Business started coming in.

The guy next door who ordered stir-fried dishes had several people ahead of him before it was his turn. He couldn't wait any longer and was also craving his egg fried rice, so he came over directly.

"Young man, give me a serving of fried rice with egg."

"Okay, please wait a moment!"

Liu Yihang stood up, put on a clean apron, and started frying rice.

For his first order, he gave it his all, and soon the delicious aroma began to spread among the crowd again.

Everyone began to watch the first taster.

"Brother, your fried rice with egg."

The man couldn't wait to pick up the plate and take a bite.

This is so delicious!

It's not just a visual feast, but also a delightful taste sensation. It tastes like home, yet even more delicious. To be able to eat this fried rice is a dream come true.

His satisfied expression and exaggerated eating habits made those around him wonder: "Is this guy a plant?"

After showing off one plate, he still wasn't satisfied and waved to Liu Yihang, "Little boss, another one!"

"Alright, brother, there's soup in the bucket over there. Help yourself to as much as you want. It's free."

The system notification also sounded at the appropriate time.

"Congratulations, host, on successfully selling one serving of fried rice and slapping Wang Dazhuang in the face."

The task reward has been issued; please claim it yourself.

Liu Yihang was busy making fried rice, so he didn't pay attention to it, since it would automatically put itself into the micro space anyway.

Attracted by the unique flavor of the fried rice and the example set by this man, more and more people flocked over.

"A serving of egg fried rice."

"Give me two servings of fried rice with eggs."

"This one is mine."

In particular, half of the customers at Wang Dazhuang's and another stir-fry stall came to Liu Yihang's stall.

Because the stir-fried dishes took a little longer to cook, they were all getting impatient. Plus, the fried rice smelled so good, who could resist?

Wang Dazhuang and the boss were furious, their faces turning red. They had joked that the kid wouldn't sell a single item today, but they never expected to be proven wrong so quickly.

All three of Liu Yihang's small tables were full, and some guests were standing on the side waiting for a table.

It gets a bit chaotic when there are a lot of people.

Liu Yihang began making arrangements in an orderly manner.

Liu Xiangdong was responsible for serving the guests free tomato and egg soup, then clearing away the empty plates, wiping the tables, and other miscellaneous tasks.

Lin Guihua was responsible for recording the order in which each customer ordered, serving the fried rice to each customer, and collecting the cash.

It's not difficult; just charge two yuan per serving.

To be honest, when they first arrived and saw that their son had priced his fried rice at two yuan, they were really worried. At such a high price, they might not be able to sell a single serving today.

Seeing that the place is now packed with people, they finally feel more at ease.

Listen to your son more in the future; he needs to be educated and intelligent!

Liu Yihang: What does my ability to make fried rice have to do with my studies?

With the help of two people, the situation was quickly brought under control.

Liu Yihang only needs to focus on making fried rice with eggs, and he can make three servings of fried rice with eggs in one pot.

Fried rice doesn't take as long to cook as stir-fried dishes, so waiting customers can eat quickly.

The customers who started eating the fried rice didn't say a word; they all buried their heads in their food, enjoying how delicious it was.

People have a natural curiosity and always want to try new things, especially the aroma from this stall, which is just too tempting.

And the diners all looked like they hadn't eaten for ten days.

This made Liu Yihang's stall increasingly lively, with a constant stream of onlookers and people waiting for a table.

One customer even ordered an extra portion because one serving wasn't enough.

Keep in mind that this is a whole plateful; that's quite a lot of food.

All I can say is that fried rice is just too irresistible.

In contrast, the two vegetable stalls next door had hardly any customers.

The dumpling and noodle vendors are a bit better off; they're the top choice for migrant workers who can't afford stir-fried dishes.

Lin Guihua greeted customers and collected money, beaming from ear to ear.

Business was so good that Liu Yihang's small table was simply not enough.

The number of people waiting in line is increasing.

Liu Yihang was also getting anxious.

One customer couldn't wait and asked if he could take the food to go.

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