Li Pao’er panted as he reached the summit.
His assistant, also out of breath, held up a phone behind him.
Both were overweight, and speeding up the mountain had left them utterly exhausted.
"Challenge to climb to the top of Mount Qingcheng, accomplished!"
Li Pao’er didn’t forget to cheer himself on.
"Next step, challenge to eat Boss Jiang’s breakfast!"
He moved forward, only to see the line ahead snaking around several bends.
"Oh my!"
"This many people?"
Li Pao’er was astonished.
It was almost like the National Day holiday climbing rush!
The viewers in the livestream were even more excited to see this scene.
[Co on, you must succeed in the challenge!]
[A breakfast stall on the mountaintop with such a long line—have people gone mad, or have I?]
[This world has gone crazy!]
[I think it’s because of a mysterious force, sumd up in four words: "Since we’re here anyway!"]
[Exactly! If I went to Mount Qingcheng and you told there was a super popular breakfast stall at the top, I’d definitely want to go too.]
The livestream chat was extrely lively.
Fans of Jiang Feng had once said that you could spot Boss Jiang anywhere, just not on his own social dia account.
That was just the way Jiang Feng was.
He wasn’t active in the public eye, yet the public sphere was full of his stories.
At this mont, Jiang Feng also started to get busy. Soon, there weren’t enough bowls. He had to wait for the custors ahead to finish their als. Then, he would collect the used bowls, remove the disposable linings, give them a quick wash, slip on new plastic linings, and hurry to serve the next custor.
Sun Zhuangfei darted through the crowd, back and forth.
Only a young guy could manage such work.
If you hired an older woman, she’d struggle just climbing the mountain, let alone running back and forth.
The line kept moving forward, but it seed like more people were joining from behind.
Jiang Feng, busy for a while, quickly estimated the remaining supplies and shouted, "Not much left, no need to keep lining up!"
"Almost sold out! I can take at most 20 more orders!"
Upon hearing his words, people at the front of the line imdiately began to calculate their positions.
Li Pao’er, after a long wait, also stuck his head out and started counting.
"1, 2, 3, 4..."
"18, 19, 20, 21."
"No way, I’m number 21!"
Li Pao’er was stunned. Seeing his reaction, the livestream audience burst into laughter. It’s true that one person’s sorrow doesn’t always resonate with another’s joy; livestream entertainnt often involves watching the host’s misfortune, much to the viewers’ amusent.
The line continued to inch forward.
Li Pao’er leaned out and called towards Jiang Feng, "Boss Jiang, I’m a huge fan! Save so!"
"I’m number 21! I’m number 21!"
Li Pao’er was desperate.
He had promised his viewers that if he failed the challenge, he would get a buzz cut—a really short one, 3 milliters.
So, completing the breakfast challenge was a must.
His words did have an effect.
Jiang Feng carefully managed the portions, so there was still a bit left for him.
Finally, Li Pao’er made his way to the front of the line.
His assistant pointed the cara at Jiang Feng.
"Boss Jiang, two bowls of wonton soup, two scallion pancakes, and two bowls of century egg and lean pork congee," Li Pao’er hurriedly said.
"There’s only one bowl of wonton soup and one bowl of century egg and lean pork congee left, but I can make two more scallion pancakes."
"They’re all yours."
Jiang Feng picked up the thermos and poured the last bit of century egg and lean pork congee into a bowl.
Then, he ladled out a bowl of wontons.
Afterward, he deftly made two scallion pancakes.
Regardless, Li Pao’er had finally managed to buy breakfast, and the challenge was ultimately complete.
The cara focused on Jiang Feng’s face, giving it a close-up.
The livestream audience watched Jiang Feng.
[Holy cow, this stall owner is kind of handso! He looks this good even with a close-up and no filter!]
[He’s about as handso as I am!]
[He’s half a pound of gold, and you’re eight ounces of scrap tal!]
[Not to brag or anything, but I looked exactly like him when I was younger!]
[Is he that handso? Well, maybe just a tiny bit better looking than !]
[Damn, he’s that handso and he can cook? Does he have a girlfriend? I’ll make the sacrifice and be his girlfriend!]
[She’s clearly dreaming! Soone give her a rude awakening!]
The barrage of comnts exploded in an instant.
At that very mont, Li Pao’er sat down at a little table with his bowl of century egg and lean pork congee.
He looked into the bowl.
The congee glead with a translucent shimr, the grains of rice soft and pearly white, looking very clean overall.
Century egg and chopped green onions were mixed in, with traces of ginger and shredded pork visible.
Upon stirring gently with a spoon, the aroma instantly wafted out.
Li Pao’er exclaid, "The presentation is really nice, no wonder everyone cos!"
His stomach was growling insistently, so he imdiately spooned up so congee and put it in his mouth.
Instantly, a tantalizing aroma burst in his mouth, blooming on his taste buds.
The century egg and lean pork congee had a savory, salty flavor that registered as soon as it hit his tongue.
The rice was very soft on the surface, yet he could feel its elasticity as he chewed.
The century egg was incredibly tender and had been prepared so well there wasn’t the slightest hint of ammonia, only a rich egg fragrance.
The pork shreds, ticulously marinated, had a particularly smooth texture, slipping easily into his mouth with a slurp.
This was a very common breakfast dish.
But to make it this delicious was no easy feat.
"Wow!"
Li Pao’er’s eyes widened.
He turned to the livestream cara and said, "Delicious, it really is delicious!"
"I’m not exaggerating, and this isn’t just for show!"
"His century egg and lean pork congee is exceptionally flavorful and incredibly fragrant."
"It’s so much better than the century egg and lean pork congee I’ve had at KFC!"
"Absolutely incredible!"
Li Pao’er was full of praise.
He had a few more bites and felt increasingly satisfied.
The netizens watching him found their mouths watering unconsciously.
It looked absolutely delicious!
His assistant was eating wontons. Li Pao’er asked, "How are the wontons? Let try one."
His assistant gave a thumbs-up and said two words: "Unbeatable!"
Li Pao’er scooped up a wonton with his spoon and put it in his mouth.
Eating quickly, he swallowed it without even chewing.
Little did he know how silky smooth the wonton was; it slipped right down.
He just felt a burst of fragrance in his mouth, and then it slid smoothly down his throat.
"Whoa, that was fast!"
"Let try another one!"
He tasted another wonton.
This ti, he chewed carefully and truly savored the fresh tenderness of the at filling.
"TSK! TSK! TSK!"
Li Pao’er clicked his tongue in amazent.
It was truly delicious.
Not just ordinarily delicious, but exceptionally delicious.
"No wonder it’s so popular."
"The flavor is genuinely amazing!"
"I finally understand why he’s so popular online, why people line up for whatever he makes."
"Bros, that’s not just fans creating hype; it’s because the food he makes is just too delicious!"
"Bros, he’s the real deal; trust on this."
"What other master chef would set up a little stall to cook gourt food for us, huh!"
Li Pao’er exclaid sincerely.
There were many viewers in the livestream, hailing from all over the country.
Although they wouldn’t necessarily rush over just to eat at the stall, Jiang Feng had certainly made an impression on them.
[Is it really that delicious? Don’t kid !]
[I’ve seen so many people share about it, but the more they share, the less I believe it!]
[Sa here, I’m a skeptical type. But I’m slowly starting to be persuaded. If so many people say sothing’s good, it must be good.]
[You should check out videos of this stall owner cooking. He’s got real skills—very impressive!]
[Guys, have you seen his video making knife-shaved noodles? It’s like he’s professionally trained. All you see are afterimages!]
The barrage of comnts kept erging.
More and more people were learning about Jiang Feng’s exploits.
At that mont, Jiang Feng was busy cleaning up with Sun Zhuangfei.
Sun Zhuangfei was carrying a large garbage bag, picking up trash everywhere.
Jiang Feng was very particular about this, and Sun Zhuangfei followed suit.
All the garbage had to be cleaned up; none could be left behind.
Every ti they descended the mountain, they took all the garbage down with them.
They were more conscientious than the mountain’s sanitation workers.
Jiang Feng wasn’t clear about the situation online, nor did he particularly care.
He was focused on his brick-and-mortar business, on running his own restaurant.
Beyond that, it was about completing system tasks and accumulating wealth.
He genuinely enjoyed setting up his food stall and selling delicious food, gaining a sense of achievent from seeing his custors eat happily.
"Boss Jiang, we climbed all the way up the mountain specifically for this. Is it really all sold out?" a few custors asked, their faces full of disappointnt.
"It’s really all gone, not a bit left."
"Sorry about that," Jiang Feng explained.
"NOOOOO~~~~~~"
One guy, utterly exhausted, collapsed to his knees on the ground, letting out a wail.
It seed as if background music started playing around him:
"Snowflakes flutter, north wind whistles~"
"The world, a vast expanse, of desolation~~"
The surrounding people cast sympathetic glances.
Poor kid, to suffer such a blow at such a young age.
But there was nothing to be done; life is full of regrets.
Jiang Feng continued to pack up.
He had to hurry; he needed to leave quickly.
More and more people were approaching, all asking if there was any breakfast left.
For now, only one guy was wailing.
If he waited any longer, there might be a whole crowd wailing.
That would be too much to handle.
Soon, Sun Zhuangfei had collected the bowls, chopsticks, and disposable tableware from the last few custors.
The two of them, carrying shoulder poles loaded with garbage, empty buckets, and empty basins, started heading down the mountain.
Jiang Feng saw that the mountain path’s steps were densely packed with people.
There was barely any room to go down.
Moreover, many of them were clearly heading up for breakfast.
If they were spotted, they would definitely be mobbed.
"Zhuangfei, did you bring a headscarf?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Didn’t bring a headscarf."
"But I brought a baseball cap and face masks—lots of face masks. I have two baseball caps; I was planning to switch between them," Sun Zhuangfei hastily replied.
"Give a set," Jiang Feng said quickly.
Then, both donning baseball caps and face masks, they carried their shoulder poles and headed down the mountain.
Along the way, Jiang Feng overheard people chatting.
"If we go to the mountaintop now, will we still be able to get breakfast?"
"We should, right? With so many people, that owner must have prepared extra."
"I think so too. I’m just worried he might have already closed up shop!"
"Hopefully not."
Hearing their words, Jiang Feng pulled his cap lower.
Fortunately, there were many porters on the mountain, so tourists wouldn’t pay him special attention.
Fully disguised, Jiang Feng and Sun Zhuangfei quickly made their getaway.
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