Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang raised his hand and lightly tapped Du Zhe on the forehead, chuckling and scolding:

"You brat, you're my disciple now, Zhou Yang's disciple, and you still keep such a clear relationship with me?"

"It's only right for a master to save his disciple. Why bring up money? Are you trying to distance yourself from me?"

Du Zhe covered his head and chuckled foolishly, his honest face and the deep affection in his eyes genuine.

"Hehe, Master is right. This disciple is just... just afraid that Master will suffer a loss!"

This kid, though a bit silly at times, is quite sincere.

Zhou Yang thought to himself.

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Zhou Yang and Xu Yao reappeared on the Aegean Sea pedestrian street.

After the previous incident, Zhou Yang's "alternative food stall" has become a popular spot for internet celebrities in Jindu City.

Not only his die-hard fans eagerly await his arrival every day, but many tourists visiting Jindu also flock to see him.

Just to taste the legendary "superb food made by a rich second-generation heir to experience life" and take a photo with this "internet celebrity stall owner".

"Boss, give me twenty spiced baluts!"

"Hey bro, I want thirty spicy ones, to go!"

"Goddess Yao Yao, you look beautiful as ever today! Give me ten of these original flavor ones!"

...

The area in front of the stalls was bustling with people.

Zhou Yang worked swiftly, and Xu Yao cooperated seamlessly. The two were busy and happy, but both had relaxed smiles on their faces.

In just over an hour, the 5,100 baluts of the four different designs were completely sold out by enthusiastic customers.