Cooking System: Street Food Rules

Jiang Feng's food truck appeared once again at Moon River.

News spread instantly through the Moon River Fishing Community group chat.

"Boss Jiang is setting up his stall!"

"Why is he so late? We've been waiting forever!"

"I've been fishing all night and I'm starving—perfect timing!"

Seeing the messages, people flocked toward Jiang Feng's little stall.

This stall was practically a mobile refueling station for the fishermen.

After facing the autumn breeze all morning, who wouldn't want to indulge in a hot, steaming boxed lunch?

Scan the code, collect their boxed lunch—all in one smooth motion.

Some people who came to Moon River to fish saw a crowd gathered when they reached the parking lot.

"What's going on over there? Why are there so many people?"

"Did someone catch a big fish?"

They weren't in the group chat, so they had no idea what was happening.

It wasn't until they parked their cars and went to take a look that they realized it was a neat food truck selling boxed lunches!

Moreover, as if they'd caught wind of the opportunity, two other vendors selling sweet potatoes and grilled sausages had also set up nearby.

Moon River was suddenly bustling.

"It's Executive Chef Jiang!"

"Executive Chef Jiang came to fish this week and is selling boxed lunches on the side!"

"That makes sense!"

Once people found out it was Jiang Feng, they weren't surprised anymore.

Yesterday, Jiang Feng had acquired a new recipe for "Shandong Cuisine—Mu Xu Pork."

So today, not only did he add braised pork to his menu, but he also included Mu Xu Pork.

Each boxed lunch contained rice in one compartment, with two other compartments randomly filled with two different hot dishes.

The customers also enjoyed this "blind box" experience.

After all, everything was delicious.

This also allowed Jiang Feng to practice new Shandong Cuisine recipes.

Shandong Cuisine, one of the eight major culinary traditions, is known for its savory and fresh flavors, emphasizing the original taste of the ingredients.

With the opening of a Shandong Cuisine Restaurant on the horizon, Jiang Feng had to do some extra preparation himself.

First, he needed to establish the Shandong Cuisine Restaurants well. Then, eventually, he planned to open a restaurant for each of the eight major cuisines across the country, all bustling with business.

This was what he was currently pursuing.

Although he was out there running a stall, he actually owned restaurants featuring all eight major cuisines and was proficient in each of them.

When the time came, being called "Culinary God" wouldn't be an exaggeration.

"Executive Chef Jiang, it really is you!"

"You're so thoughtful!"

"Why did you come to Moon River this week?"

A girl recognized Jiang Feng and greeted him excitedly.

"I came here to fish this week," Jiang Feng responded politely.

The fishermen behind her saw this exchange and knew it was inevitable that Jiang Feng's cover would be blown. Their faces expressed resignation.

Damn it, Executive Chef Jiang's cover is blown.

It hasn't even been a day!

Who the hell leaked the info?

It's not going to be this easy to get his boxed lunches anymore.

We'd better grab some now while there aren't too many people.

The boxed lunches sold like hotcakes, one person after another.

There wasn't much need for conversation. Jiang Feng simply handed out the boxed lunches as quickly as possible.

...

At this moment, a family of three got out of their car.

Yang Fei was clamoring to queue up for the boxed lunches, much to his parents' bewilderment.

Boxed lunches?

Boxed lunches in the middle of nowhere?

Was that stuff even edible?

The family had been on their way back to the city, but Yang Fei, having somehow heard about the food stall at Moon River, insisted they make a detour to buy boxed lunches.

His parents had hoped Yang Fei, who had just started college, would have matured a bit, but his current behavior seemed utterly absurd.

"Are you sure you want to buy boxed lunches here? Is there something wrong with the food in the city? Why do you have to eat here?" Father Yang reprimanded.

"Dad, I'm telling you, that guy's cooking skills are no joke, and the food is extremely delicious," Yang Fei retorted, visibly excited.

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His words left Father Yang speechless.

What a devoted son indeed!

"Would you stop going on about it? How good can a boxed lunch be?" Father Yang responded irritably.

The three of them quickly arrived in front of Jiang Feng's stall.

Quite a few people were gathered around.

Jiang Feng had set up tables and chairs on the side, and many people were huddled around them, eagerly tucking into their boxed lunches.

Seeing so many people, Father Yang thought he was seeing things.

Very strange.

Indeed, very strange.

An empty lot, a gleaming new food truck, and a large group of people eating.

Nothing else around but reeds swaying in the wind.

Are there really this many people?

"Dad, Mom, I'll go buy now."

"A buddy told me that Executive Chef Jiang has a buying limit today—three boxed lunches per person, max."

"I can just make it if I hurry!"

Yang Fei sprinted to get in line, afraid he might miss out.

The dishes in the boxed lunches were not just the ordinary flavors you'd expect from standard lunchbox vendors. They were the genuine flavors of a grand restaurant.

The taste of the sauces was undeniable proof.

To ensure he completed his task, Jiang Feng had set a modest price, in line with standard market rates for boxed lunches.

Thus, these high-quality yet affordable gourmet boxed lunches were incredibly popular.

Soon, Yang Fei returned with three boxed lunches.

"How much is one?" Father Yang hurriedly asked.

"18."

"18? Just 18? A boxed lunch like this for only 18?"

"Executive Chef Jiang is famously conscientious; everything he makes is high-quality and low-priced. Dad, just eat it. You'll definitely be speechless with the first bite."

Yang Fei couldn't wait to taste the boxed lunches made by Jiang Feng.

When he used to go hiking, he and his buddies had bought steamed buns in the mountains.

It was an experience he still reminisced about fondly to this day.

After watching the sunrise and eating the buns, he felt as though he had ascended to a higher plane.

He had been nearly exhausted on the mountain trail, but that breakfast had completely re-energized him.

It had truly been a unique experience.

Father Yang opened his boxed lunch with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity.

The tastes of young people these days are so unpredictable. Aren't boxed lunches usually for construction sites? Who else eats this stuff?

The moment he opened the lid, the aroma of rice mingled with the scent of hot dishes wafted out.

The rice was fully steamed, each grain glistening and emitting a faint luminescence. Its color was exceptionally pure.

The gravy of the braised pork was still warm, the pieces perfectly balanced between fat and lean—just the right size—and the sauce thick and tempting, creating an exquisite sensation.

Father Yang hadn't been very hungry, but the moment he opened the container, a wave of hunger washed over him.

He first tried a piece of the braised pork.

The taste was heavenly.

It was stewed to perfection—so tender it melted in his mouth. A gentle bite was all it took for the meat to fall apart, its rich sauce flooding his palate.

The mouthfeel was delightful, the flavor supreme.

Father Yang immediately let out a long "Mmm."

"This taste... it's as good as any restaurant's!"

"A boxed lunch can be this delicious?"

Father Yang was astounded.

What's happening these days?

A small stall in the middle of nowhere selling such delectable boxed lunches?

Who would believe it if you told them?

"You can't get a boxed lunch like this at a restaurant," Yang Fei said as he ate.

"I heard people say that Executive Chef Jiang doesn't rely on the stall to make money. It's purely a hobby. He drives a car worth over a million!"

"He often changes locations on a whim."

"He's really impressive."

Upon hearing this, Father Yang was even more astonished.

"Is he... that spontaneous?"

"But there's no questioning his craft."

"This meat is stewed just right."

"I've never had braised pork like this!"

The three in the car stopped talking and focused on eating.

They finished the boxed lunches completely, not leaving a single grain of rice.

Jiang Feng's braised pork, with its meticulously prepared sauce and perfect cooking time, was naturally delicious.

Even after finishing, they still wanted more.

"Can we buy a few more for dinner later?" asked Father Yang, still not fully satisfied.

"There's a limit of three per person. You'd have to go buy them."

"I heard Executive Chef Jiang has an exceptional memory. If someone's bought before, he won't let them buy more," Yang Fei replied.

"Alright, I'll go now." Father Yang immediately headed towards the stall.

Because the boxed lunches were high-quality and reasonably priced, many people were eager to get more than their share.

Jiang Feng understood this and thus imposed a limit of three per person.

Some tried all sorts of tricks to buy more than three.

After purchasing three, they would change their clothes and get back in line.

When they reached the front of the queue, Jiang Feng would often politely say:

"Sorry, each person is limited to three. Didn't you already buy three earlier?"

Realizing they'd been found out, the customers would look slightly embarrassed.

"Uh... I was just queuing up to take another look."

With business booming, Jiang Feng had to be strict about sales.

Although Jiang Feng's fishing buddies didn't want his stall to become well-known, there was nothing they could do to stop it.

Many came upon hearing the news, and the boxed lunches sold even faster.

Regular customers who managed to buy one of Jiang Feng's boxed lunches would sit down, place it on the table, rub their hands together like an eager fly, and think with a gulp:

Finally got one!

Such a fragrant boxed lunch!

The customers ate happily.

The number of boxed lunches in the insulated box dwindled.

Soon, only the last one remained, which Jiang Feng kept for himself.

"Folks, that's all, no need to queue any longer!"

"Come back tomorrow!" Jiang Feng shouted to the waiting customers.

Many were accustomed to it by now.

Business was so good, and he'd been selling for so long, that selling out was normal.

They could only resolve to come earlier next time.