"Xiao Zhou, out setting up a stall again?"
In a dilapidated residential area in Jindu, the landlady greeted a young man passing by the gate with familiarity.
Good morning, Aunt Liu!
Zhou Yang, dressed in a suit and gleaming shoes, wore a professional salesman's warm smile. He then pedaled hard on his tricycle and stopped at the top of the hill. "Could you give me a push?"
The landlady's lips twitched; though reluctant, she still stepped forward to lend a hand.
She doesn't understand how young people think these days.
Why would someone quit a perfectly good sales job to set up a street stall?
Isn't that just plain stupid?
Finally, the tricycle made it uphill. When Zhou Yang turned around to thank her, he noticed the old lady's displeasure and could only smile apologetically and say, "Don't worry, Auntie, I will definitely pay you the rent this week."
Upon hearing this, the landlady's expression softened slightly.
Zhou Yang sighed silently to himself.
If I could, I'd never want to go out early in the morning to set up some kind of street stall.
Not long ago, after Zhou Yang transmigrated to this parallel world called Blue Star, his long-awaited cheat system finally arrived.
However, the system called "Alternative Gourmet" left him speechless.
[This week's task: Go to Taikoo Li at 11:00 AM every day to sell instant noodles.]
[The recipe book "Eighty Ways to Cook Instant Noodles" has been released!]
[Mission Reward: A random luxury car.]
Although it wasn't the first time Zhou Yang had seen this task prompt, the corner of his mouth still twitched involuntarily.
As is widely known.
For ordinary people, there are generally only two situations when they eat instant noodles.
Either they're too lazy to cook, or they really have nothing else to eat.
But now, the system is actually sending him to the most bustling area of the city to sell instant noodles to those handsome men and beautiful women?
Just imagining that scene made Zhou Yang's toes clench into the ground.
Oh! No need to think about it.
Because he already went there yesterday.
Today is Zhou Yang's second day of officially setting up his stall.
no way!
The system is giving us way too much.
Although Zhou Yang was unwilling, the thought that he could receive the system's generous rewards if he persevered for another six days made tears of humiliation and resentment stream down his face.
Zhou Yang's place is some distance from Taikoo Li.
He pedaled his tricycle all the way, sweating profusely, and finally managed to arrive at his destination before eleven o'clock.
As a well-known money pit in Jindu, it is starting to get lively at this time. The people coming and going are not only well-dressed urban white-collar workers, but also the occasional conspicuous person driving a sports car and making a ruckus through the streets.
This time, Zhou Yang was smarter. He parked his tricycle in an area with many stalls.
After being chased away by the urban management officers yesterday, Zhou Yang realized that not every place in Taikoo Li is allowed to have a stall.
There's nothing I can do about it; I've never had any experience with this before!
Next to Zhou Yang's stall was a young woman selling trendy mini cakes. Her stall was a small cart decorated with colorful lights that glowed brightly at night, making it incredibly stylish.
But what about Zhou Yang?
The dilapidated tricycle didn't even have a sign; all it had was a stove with its own gas cylinder and rows of instant noodle cups.
Zhou Yang was so hungry that he decided to have a bucket of food first, as he hadn't eaten since morning.
When the system appeared, it had already maxed out all his cooking skills, so cooking a bowl of instant noodles was a piece of cake for him.
When I saw Zhou Yang skillfully open a bucket of braised beef noodles.
A hint of confusion and doubt appeared in Xu Yao's eyes.
Selling instant noodles?
In Taikoo Li?
Looking around, the stalls here sell either local snacks or exquisite trinkets. Who sells instant noodles? Everyone's in Taikoo Li, who would eat instant noodles?
Xu Yao shook her head, thinking that Zhou Yang was not only bad at business, but also a bit stupid.
However, as the small pot of instant noodles that Zhou Yang was cooking began to emit white steam, an enticing aroma suddenly wafted into the nostrils, making one's mouth water just by smelling it.
Zhou Yang's instant noodles are, of course, more than just that.
First, there was the pot of beef bone broth, which he had prepared in advance using the recipe provided by the system. As for the beef cubes, which are easy to overcook, he cut and processed them on the spot to ensure the final texture of the beef.
However, to ensure the unique flavor of the instant noodles, he still added his own seasoning. So after the noodles were cooked, the two aromas blended perfectly, and the terrifying temptation almost made Xu Yao, who was not far away, drool.
“Sha—”
"What's going on? It's just a bowl of instant noodles!"
Xu Yao swallowed hard, trying to turn her head away so she wouldn't look over there.
Although she hadn't had lunch yet, she hadn't made a single sale all morning and really didn't want to lose money first.
But while she could hold back, the passersby might not.
Zhou Yang had already cooked the instant noodles, and the aroma wafted far and wide, filling this small area with a rich fragrance.
The taste of instant noodles is so addictive, but why would it appear in Taikoo Li?
Driven by curiosity, people soon followed the scent and came over.
Zhao Wei felt completely intoxicated by the fragrance. He had been queuing at the store since early morning to buy his girlfriend the latest handbag, and hadn't eaten yet.
He himself is the owner of a small company. He was successful at a young age. Now in his thirties, the smell of instant noodles suddenly reminded him of the difficult years he spent working hard.
Of course, the main reason is that the instant noodles smelled so good when cooked.
Already growling with hunger, he gave fifty yuan to a guy behind him in line, asking him to help him stay in line, while he jogged straight to the stall.
"Boss! How much are your instant noodles?"
Zhou Yang was squatting behind the tricycle, slurping his instant noodles. When someone asked him, he replied without looking up, "What flavor do you want? I've prepared two today."
"I want the kind you're eating."
Zhao Wei pointed, his eyes practically glued to the spot.
It was just a bowl of instant noodles, but watching Zhou Yang gulp down the soup and eat the noodles, he felt a burning desire, as if he wanted to taste it himself.
"Oh, then I'll have braised beef noodles!"
Zhou Yang put his instant noodles aside and turned on the gas stove to cook noodles for Zhao Wei.
It was only then that Zhao Wei remembered.
"How much?"
"eighty!"
How many?
Eighty yuan for a bowl of instant noodles?
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