Chapter 472 is a bit weird...
Yang Lin opened his eyes wide, somewhat unable to believe his ears.
Is the stall that Hu Yuan mentioned the same as the stall that he imagined?
"Yes, it's what you think it is, driving a food truck or pushing a cart, setting up a stall on the side of the road."
Hu Yuan responded to Yang Lin's doubts affirmatively.
He looked at Yang Lin's shocked expression and knew that this news was quite shocking.
"ah?"
Yang Lin opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief.
I had just managed to calm down, but now my mindset suddenly collapsed again and I began to doubt my life.
Is there something wrong with this world?
My cooking skills are far inferior to that of a roadside stall owner?
At the same time, Su Chen picked up a bottle of mineral water without a Chinese label, unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back and drank it down.
After taking a few big gulps, he smacked his lips, thinking that this so-called imported mineral water tasted no different from Farmer's Three Punches.
After drinking the water, Su Chen looked at the time and thought that he had an order to cook at home later, so he couldn’t stay here for too long.
So he politely said goodbye to everyone, got up and left the restaurant.
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Here, Lu Ziyi was sitting in front of the computer editing videos with two big dark circles under her eyes.
This matter is outrageous to say the least.
In fact, she had already sorted out all the materials last night and then started editing.
Originally, she thought she would finish editing the video in one go, staying up all night, and release it directly the next day.
However, when she started editing the footage of Su Chen cooking and the clips of herself tasting delicious food, she almost went crazy.
Every time the video starts, when the tempting pickled fish and fragrant shredded potatoes appear on the screen, Lu Ziyi's saliva starts to flow uncontrollably and she can't stop it no matter what.
It felt like the aroma of the food was actually floating out of the computer screen, which was really torturous for her.
By two o'clock in the morning, Lu Ziyi could no longer bear this torture.
She felt her stomach was protesting, so she had no choice but to open the food delivery app, found a restaurant that was still open in the early morning, and ordered the same pickled fish and shredded potatoes.
After waiting for a long time for the takeaway to be delivered, Lu Ziyi took a bite and couldn't help but spit it out with a look of disgust on her face.
What the hell! It tastes terrible!
Lu Ziyi was going crazy because she had eaten in this restaurant twice before. At that time, she felt that although the taste was not amazing, the overall feeling was still quite good. It could be considered a relatively reliable restaurant.
But this time it was particularly unpalatable, the taste was so bad that she couldn't bear it.
She was obviously craving the delicious food in the video and her stomach was growling with hunger, but she couldn't even eat a single bite of the takeaway in front of her.
To put it simply, the dishes cooked by Su Chen have made her taste buds picky.
At this moment, she truly felt that if these two dishes were not cooked by Master Su himself, she would probably be completely cut off from them.
In comparison, similar dishes made by other chefs pale in comparison and fail to arouse her appetite at all.
After all the hard work last night, the video still wasn't edited.
Lu Ziyi was filled with anger. She climbed onto the bed with a lot of anger and fell asleep in a daze.
Early the next morning, she sat down in front of the computer again despite being exhausted and continued the unfinished editing work.
After some effort, Lu Ziyi finally finished editing the video. She clicked publish without hesitation, then fell headfirst onto the bed, intending to take a good sleep.
Before going to bed, she was still secretly thinking in her mind that when she woke up, she would contact Master Su and ask him to come to her house to cook for her again.
Ten thirty in the morning.
Mao Yiheng, who was secretly fishing at his workstation, suddenly saw a prominent reminder pop up on his mobile phone screen.
"The UP host you follow, 'Ayi is here,' just updated a video: 'Master, what do you do for a living? Are chefs this crazy these days?'"
When Mao Yiheng saw this reminder, he clicked on it and started watching it with interest.
At this moment, the beginning of the video.
Lu Ziyi was holding a diary in her hand and said that she had found a chef who could open locks and come to her home to cook.
Mao Yiheng couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard it.
"A cook who can pick locks? That's a pretty strange combination."
By the way, Mao Yiheng’s father is a locksmith.
The old man was also a famous locksmith in the surrounding villages.
In the early years, the old man had been looking forward to having Mao Yiheng follow in his footsteps and pass on the craft.
But Mao Yiheng never inherited his father's dexterous hands.
Moreover, he really didn't like the work style of running around outside every day, so he finally gave up the idea.
However, since he grew up with his father, Mao Yiheng has more or less been exposed to some lock-picking matters and is relatively clear about the ins and outs of it.
When he saw the chef who could pick locks mentioned in the video, his first reaction was that it might just be a gimmick to attract attention.
With this thought in mind, he paused the video, zoomed in, and took a closer look at the padlock that appeared in the video.
He felt that this lock would require some real lock picking skills to unlock.
Mao Yiheng became very curious, and in order to see what happened to the lock in the end, he adjusted the speed of the video.
The video continued to play smoothly and soon reached the part where Su Chen unlocked the door.
The camera focused on Su Chen's hand, giving an extremely clear close-up.
In the video, two fingers pinched a thin wire and shook it gently twice.
In the blink of an eye, the padlock made a crisp "click" sound, the lock tongue popped out, and the padlock opened easily.
The whole process was done in one go, probably only two or three seconds, so fast that people had almost no time to react.
Mao Yiheng's eyes suddenly widened, his face full of shock.
Isn’t this too easy?
If he hadn't watched lock-opening scenes countless times with his father since he was a child and hadn't been quite familiar with the states of a lock being opened and unlocked, he would almost have suspected that this shot was deliberately staged!
The more Mao Yiheng thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed. He couldn't help but quickly record the scene and sent it to his father via the chat software.
A message was also attached asking: "Dad, what do you think of this lock picking level?"
After sending the message, he waited for his father's reply.
Soon, a message came from Mao Yiheng's father.
"This is a level that your father and I will never be able to reach in our lifetime. This man's lock picking skills are amazing!"
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(End of this chapter)
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