Inside Polytechnic University, the story of Jiang Feng quickly spread like wildfire among the students.
"Do you know about the renowned Executive Chef Jiang, known for setting up his stall in various locations? He’s co to Hangzhou!"
"So many people went to his place to eat today; everyone’s posting about it on their Monts."
"I just got back, and it was so delicious it made want to cry! It’s been such a long ti since I’ve had such a satisfying al!"
"He’s practically an angel sent from heaven to save Hangzhou’s food scene!"
In Hangzhou, delicious food was a true rarity.
Jiang Feng’s appearance imdiately caught people’s attention.
Tomorrow was Sunday, and many people had made plans to go eat his snail noodles together.
Those delicious snail noodles were truly unforgettable.
At that mont, Jiang Feng was walking his dog in the park.
He had delegated all the shopping chores to Sun Zhuangfei.
This included buying pork trotters, chicken feet, eggs, and various side dishes.
Having a helper like him do the chores really boosted Jiang Feng’s spirits.
Jiang Feng walked leisurely, holding the leash.
Little Black strutted proudly.
The personalities of pets varied. Little Black, having grown up with care and good genes, was very confident.
It had a good bone structure. Now fully grown, it was also very handso—pitch-black all over, even its eyes.
Its fur was very fine and soft, and it didn’t shed much.
This was indeed a rarity.
A Golden Retriever or a Corgi would have shed an unbelievable amount of fur!
After strolling around twice, Jiang Feng returned ho to rest.
The house he rented wasn’t small, and the surroundings were pleasant too.
It seed that for the foreseeable future, he would be staying in Hangzhou.
Originally, he had planned to start with Huaiyang Cuisine, but now Jiang Feng intended to adjust his strategy and research Zhejiang cuisine first.
However, that still depended on the restaurant’s location.
The next day, Jiang Feng went to his stall early to get busy.
He prepared various side dishes and readied all sorts of marinated items.
Anticipating more custors that day, Jiang Feng had prepared extra.
The university students had been famished for a while.
At last, they had access to food that was thoroughly satisfying.
Naturally, everyone was willing to co over.
When Jiang Feng’s food truck arrived at Wansong Academy, he was surprised to find not only a large crowd of custors but also that the number of other food stalls had significantly increased.
There used to be only five or six snack stalls.
Now, there were at least a dozen.
There were stalls selling everything from grilled cold noodles and fried skewers to savory pancakes, wontons, and braised delicacies.
It looked like a miniature food street.
Jiang Feng was slightly taken aback.
"Hey, where did all these people suddenly co from?"
Sun Zhuangfei looked at the scene not far away and replied, "These vendors are well-inford. They probably knew there’d be heavy foot traffic today, so they showed up."
Jiang Feng nodded.
This kid Sun Zhuangfei had made progress. He’d even learned to jump in with answers.
Jiang Feng found a spot, parked the food truck, and then began to set up.
Sun Zhuangfei followed, setting up tables and chairs.
Both wore chef aprons.
The aprons were black with "Jiangyue Terrace Snack Stall" printed on them.
Custom-made, they also looked professional.
When the students saw Jiang Feng, they imdiately gathered around.
Many were taking photos.
"It’s really him!"
"He looks so good in person!"
"He actually ca to Hangzhou!"
"The mission to save Hangzhou’s food scene rests on his shoulders!"
The university students quickly ford a line, and business officially began.
Soon, bowls of aromatic snail noodles were brought to the tables by the students.
The snail noodles were presented beautifully.
On top lay a golden, pan-fried egg crepe, surrounded by a variety of side dishes.
Pickled bamboo shoots glistened with oil, the wood ear mushrooms looked fresh, and the green beans, with their vibrant color, hinted at a tangy flavor that made one’s mouth water at first glance.
The fried tofu skin, already deep-fried, consisted of several white strips soaking in the broth.
Deep-fried peanuts were added last, ensuring they remained perfectly crunchy.
The rice noodles were hidden beneath the side dishes.
The broth was a milky white and glistened appealingly.
Once all the ingredients were piled together, a gentle stir was all it took to happily slurp the noodles while enjoying the various toppings.
Adding an extra ’tiger-skin’ chicken foot and a pork trotter made the al even more satisfying.
Crucially, the prices were very reasonable.
For cash-strapped university students, a bowl of snail noodles was practically a lifesaver!
"Boss Jiang, could you co set up your stall outside our school gate?"
Another student asked, still holding out hope.
Many had asked him the sa thing the previous day.
Jiang Feng replied with a smile, "Maybe, it depends on my mood."
Upon hearing this, everyone could only sigh with regret.
"Boss, with your skills, you could dominate the food scene in Hangzhou! I’m serious!"
"It’s too delicious!"
Another university student exclaid with feeling.
And Jiang Feng replied again, "Thanks for the support."
That day’s business was quite good, with waves of students coming by.
Moreover, these university students were quite polite.
So even cleared their own tables after eating, so Sun Zhuangfei didn’t need to help them.
Jiang Feng appreciated the energy and vitality of the university students, and it put him in a great mood.
「anwhile, within Wansong Academy, at the matchmaking corner.」
News of Jiang Feng’s exploits was spreading like wildfire among the aunties by word of mouth.
Soon, all the aunties knew about him.
Quite a few aunties began contacting their daughters.
Aunt Chen did just that, sending a ssage to her daughter on WeChat at the first opportunity.
"My dear girl," Aunt Chen typed, "let introduce you to an exceptionally handso young man. He’s very good-looking, and many are vying for him right now!"
It wasn’t long before her daughter replied with a WeChat ssage: "What does this guy do?"
Aunt Chen replied: "He sells ’powder’."
Upon seeing these words, Aunt Chen’s daughter was taken aback.
’Powder’? Has it really co to this? Selling ’powder’? Shouldn’t he be executed for that? And he’s out here on a blind date?
Then, Aunt Chen sent another ssage: "He sells snail rice noodles! That kind of ’powder’! He’s just running a stall for now, but I heard he owns two restaurants. He’s also very popular online! I think he’s called Executive Chef Jiang."
After reading these ssages, Aunt Chen’s daughter finally understood.
So, he sells snail rice noodles. That scared !
"Executive Chef Jiang? I know him!" the daughter replied. "Wasn’t he in Chengdu recently? He was quite popular!"
"He’s currently setting up a stall outside Wansong Academy," Aunt Chen continued.
"I think he might want to find soone, but he’s just too shy to say so himself."
"If you have ti, you should co and see for yourself."
"You might have a chance," Aunt Chen added.
This actually sparked an idea in Aunt Chen’s daughter, and she decided to go take a look.
Jiang Feng had no idea that by rely choosing a random spot, he had given others the impression he was there looking for a match.
But he didn’t care.
After several beautiful female university students finished their snail noodles, they gathered around Jiang Feng’s food truck, filming with their phones while chatting with him.
They were all smiles, brimming with youthful energy.
The scene was sowhat reminiscent of what Zhu Bajie encountered upon entering the Cave of Silken Web.
Jiang Feng remained very calm; after all, he had seen such scenes many tis before.
But it was hard to ignore the constant stream of complints from the young won.
"Boss, your hands look so smooth! Doesn’t cooking damage the skin? How is yours still so good?"
"Little brother, did you really start learning to cook when you were young?"
"Boss Jiang, I want to take a photo with you."
"What brought you to Hangzhou this ti?"
To all these questions, Jiang Feng responded politely.
The man selling pancakes at the next stall kept glancing over at Jiang Feng.
He was so envious, his eyes practically bulged.
It’s infuriating how different people can be!
We’re both running stalls, so why is there such a huge difference!
He sets up a stall, and beautiful university students flock around, calling him ’little brother.’
When I set up my stall, the young won just call ’Sir’ and hardly say an extra word.
This world is just too unfair!
"Sir, one pancake, please."
At that mont, another female university student ca over and ordered a pancake with indifference.
"Okay."
The pancake vendor quickly started making the pancake.
Jiang Feng was constantly busy boiling noodles, his stall surrounded entirely by young people.
Thanks to his presence, the number of other small vendors nearby also began to increase.
It had virtually transford into a bustling food street.
News of Jiang Feng’s appearance in Hangzhou began to spread.
In Hangzhou at that ti, the influencer economy was booming.
Countless people were making a living by live-streaming daily.
Upon hearing the news, many imdiately thought of coming over to live-stream.
They hoped to ride the wave of Jiang Feng’s popularity.
Jiang Feng was incredibly popular online at the ti.
Recently, many small-ti street vendors had achieved fa.
For instance, figures like Zhou Binglun, or the old man who sold spicy hot pot with a famously pained expression, had beco internet sensations because netizens found them amusing.
Jiang Feng, however, had gained popularity for setting up his stall in random locations, his status as an executive chef, and, most importantly, his delicious food. That was the true source of his fa.
Naturally, people were even more eager to find him.
Just then, two young university teachers parked their car and walked towards Jiang Feng’s snack stall.
When they spotted Jiang Feng’s stall from a distance, a look of surprise crossed both their faces.
Surrounding the stall were all young university students, many of whom they recognized instantly.
At first glance, it felt as if they were back in the school cafeteria.
It was truly an incredible sight.
"Wow, how many people from our school are here?" one of the teachers couldn’t help but exclaim.
"It’s the weekend, and everyone’s free, so it’s no wonder so many people are here," the other teacher responded.
"I heard from others that the snail noodles are incredibly delicious, especially the broth. They even said you absolutely have to drink all the soup!"
"You’re making drool just talking about it! Let’s go, hurry up and get in line!"
"Seeing their posts online was enough to make my mouth water."
The two hurried over and got in line at the end of the queue.
Several students greeted them with a smile, "Hello, Teacher Wu. Hello, Teacher Zhao."
The teachers both responded with smiles as well.
The university atmosphere was relatively relaxed. In everyday encounters, there wasn’t a strict sense of hierarchy, so everyone could greet each other politely.
"Hello," replied the two teachers.
"Teachers, are you also here for Boss Jiang’s noodles?"
"Yep, I heard they’re especially delicious, so I had to give them a try."
"I just finished eating, and it really is good. Highly recomnded!"
"I recomnd it too! The pork trotters and chicken feet are great, and so are the marinated eggs. They’re very flavorful!"
The atmosphere at the stall was incredibly lively.
Everyone was chatting and laughing in a relaxed manner.
The area around the stall buzzed with a cheerful energy.
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