"Boss Zhou! Over here! Over here!"

A young man who was leading the way excitedly ran over and blocked the car to guide it.

"Mr. Zhou, you've finally arrived! We've saved you a fantastic spot! Absolutely the center position!"

Zhou Yang rolled down the car window, looked at the enthusiastic fans, gave them a thumbs up, and grinned.

"That's really kind of you! For this gesture of yours, all our loyal fans who came today will get a 20% discount!"

"Wow!! Mr. Zhou is so generous!"

The fans immediately cheered.

With the help of their fans, Zhou Yang and Xu Yao worked together to set up the folding table and parasol.

And those several large pots of braised meat, exuding "deadly allure," were all moved down and the stall was quickly set up.

Everything is ready.

Zhou Yang took a deep breath and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, reached out and slowly lifted the lid of the largest of the braising pots.

"Buzz—"

As if some seal had been broken, an indescribable, wondrous, and domineering rich fragrance, as if it had a physical form, suddenly spread out!

With the morning breeze, it quickly spread in all directions.

The fans standing closest to the scene were the first to be affected, and they all seemed to be frozen in place.

They took a deep breath, their faces instantly showing an expression of rapture, their eyes wide open, and their Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

"Oh my god..."

"What...what kind of divine fragrance is this?!"

"Holy crap! I can't even stand the smell!"

"I can't take it anymore, I'm completely overwhelmed by the aroma..."

One fan, barely holding back drool, asked in a trembling voice, "Boss Zhou! Stop keeping us in suspense! Just tell us! How much is it per pound?!"

Seeing everyone's exaggerated reactions, Zhou Yang nodded in satisfaction and announced loudly:

"Same old rules, genuine ingredients, no deception! Today's braised food is a flat price: 100 yuan per jin for meat and 81 yuan per jin for vegetables!"

One hundred yuan per jin, or eighty yuan per jin?

Upon hearing this price, fans who were prepared to "bleed big" were initially stunned, but then erupted into an even bigger commotion.

But this time it wasn't because it was expensive, but because it was too cheap!

"One hundred?! Only one hundred?!"

"I thought it would cost at least two or three hundred! Yesterday, Yao Yao's assistant talked about the fragrance, and I was thinking I'd better bring enough money today!"

"What a fair price, Boss Zhou!"

"Haha! Not bad, not bad! As long as it's not exorbitantly priced! The boss is generous!"

"Stop talking! Give me five pounds first!!"

"I want ten pounds!!"

The owner of the takoyaki stall next door almost popped his eyes out.

One hundred yuan per kilogram, isn't that an exorbitant price?

He only sells a box of six small meatballs for fifteen yuan, and he has to put on a smiling face and shout for a long time to sell them!

This takoyaki stall owner clearly hadn't experienced the frenzied shopping spree that Zhou Yang's wealthy neighbors went through yesterday.

Poverty limited his imagination; a hundred yuan was a painful expense for him.

But the domineering fragrance that seemed to burrow into his nostrils like a living thing was constantly tempting him.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and saliva flowed uncontrollably.

He swallowed subconsciously, his eyes fixed on Zhou Yang's steaming pots of braised dishes, his mind in turmoil.

Zhou Yang had no time to pay attention to the thoughts of the stall owner next to him.

He deftly scooped out the braised delicacies one by one and neatly arranged them on a shiny stainless steel tray.

The braised chicken and duck, glistening with oil and glistening with an enticing reddish-brown color, the trembling pig's trotters, the meticulously cleaned pig intestines, the distinctly textured braised beef, and the perfectly marbled braised mutton...

There were also plump seaweed knots, tofu skin, braised eggs, and other vegetarian dishes on the side, all soaked in the broth.

The dazzling array of dishes, each seemingly radiating a divine light, exudes a luster and aroma that makes one's soul tremble under the braising sauce.

Even more "insidious" was that Zhou Yang had deliberately left a pot of braising broth, which he placed on a small stove and continued to simmer over a low flame.

The boiling broth acts like a signal tower, carrying its concentrated aroma on the wind to every corner of the square.

Its power is more lasting and widespread than the instant the lid was opened.

This is simply a case of dimensional reduction!

Other stalls rely on shouting to attract customers, but Zhou Yang uses fragrance to draw in customers, and it's an area-of-effect attack!

"Alright! Let's start selling!"

Zhou Yang grabbed the clips and the cleaver, and waved them with great force.

Xu Yao had already put on disposable gloves, and was holding a food bag and an electronic scale. She smiled sweetly and said, "Everyone, line up! One by one, everyone gets a share!"

"Boss, give me two pounds of pig's trotters and a pound of beef!"

The fans at the very front of the line couldn't contain themselves any longer.

"Okay!"

Zhou Yang swiftly and cleanly brought his knife down.

Xu Yao deftly weighed, packed, and collected money.

After selling a few portions, a young fan wearing glasses looked up at the braised food in the bag with some confusion.

"Mr. Zhou, this...don't you have any dipping sauce? Like chili powder or spicy seasoning or something?"

Zhou Yang didn't even look up, precisely cutting a piece of braised chicken while responding confidently.

"Brother, the point of my braised food is to enjoy its original flavor. The taste of this braising sauce has penetrated to the bone. Any dry or wet dipping will ruin its most perfect flavor profile."

"Trust me, just eat it, and I guarantee it will open the door to a whole new world for you!"

Just kidding, what need is there for dipping sauce when it's produced by the system?

That's an insult to god-level culinary skills!

Several fans who had already received their braised food and couldn't wait to start eating it right there at the stall proved Zhou Yang's words with their actions.

A burly guy, clutching a braised chicken leg, was gnawing on it with oil dripping from his mouth, his eyes wide open, howling incoherently:

"Waaaaah... This is so delicious! What kind of heavenly flavor is this?! I've lived for thirty years and this is the first time I've ever tasted such an amazing braised chicken leg!"

Another girl held a small piece of braised tofu skin, eating it carefully, her eyes reddening, her voice trembling with tears.

"Ugh... How can it taste so good... It's just like this! It's even better than what my grandma used to make when I was little... Waaaaah..."

Even worse, one guy sucked the pig's trotter bones clean, and still wanted to chew them up and swallow them, but his companion pulled him back.

"Dude! Calm down! That's a bone! You can't eat it!"

The guy looked bewildered, then cried out, "I know it's bone! But it smells so good even in the cracks! It's such a waste to throw it away! Waaah... I can't control myself!"

The scene was quite "touching" at one point; someone who didn't know better would have thought that Zhou Yang wasn't selling braised food, but some shady stuff.

Seeing the "tearful" mukbang performances of the previous few people, the fans in line behind were both full of anticipation and felt that the reaction was a bit too exaggerated.

Was it an act?

Meanwhile, the takoyaki stall owner next to him kept swallowing his saliva as he watched the "weeping" customers, his brow furrowing even more.