Cooking System: Street Food Rules Chapter 261 Where Did Boss Jiang Go?

Huge windmills turned gently, spaced every few dozen ters apart.

On a platform built of bluestone, Jiang Feng set up his stall, gazing at the distant windmills, feeling completely at ease and very comfortable.

In the morning, the number of visitors in the area increased.

When they saw the small stall, they would just glance at it and not say much.

If soone ca over and saw the delicacies for sale on the food truck, they would buy a portion to try.

After tasting the lean atballs, they couldn’t stop praising Jiang Feng’s cooking, finding it astonishingly delightful.

Sotis, it’s like that: you might pass by a place on a journey, make a random order, and discover a delicacy that becos unforgettable for a lifeti.

Even if the taste of the food was forgotten, the experience of that delicious al would still be rembered.

Jiang Feng had caused quite a stir back in Hangzhou.

Now, setting up his stall in the outskirts of Wenzhou, everything seed much quieter.

He hadn’t felt this way in a long ti. So relaxing.

Unaware, the system’s voice echoed in Jiang Feng’s mind:

[Daily task completed, you have received an additional reward: Bear Paw (edible).]

Hearing this prompt, Jiang Feng, who had felt a bit sleepy, was instantly wide awake.

Bear paw?

In earlier years, bear paw was genuinely a rare and popular delicacy.

The proverb "one cannot have both fish and bear paws" also reflected the status of bear paws in the culinary field.

But a long ti ago, the state had banned the consumption of bear paws. Bears are protected animals, so it was illegal to kill them indiscriminately, let alone use them as ingredients.

However, the bear paw awarded by the system wasn’t against the rules.

Jiang Feng remained outwardly calm. This was sothing only he knew, and it was up to him to decide how to handle it.

The task was completed quite quickly. It wasn’t even noon, yet the 100-custor quota was already t.

It was very relaxed.

Moreover, only two middle-aged n recognized Jiang Feng, and since they were not the type to broadcast it, the news of Jiang Feng setting up his stall here did not spread far.

This situation was excellent. Jiang Feng hoped it would continue for a while.

Just setting up the stall like this every day, completing tasks, then going ho to play with the cat and dog, play so gas, chat on WeChat... it feels really good.

As noon approached, Jiang Feng said to Sun Zhuangfei, "Let’s have sticky rice for lunch, you and ."

Sun Zhuangfei was naturally pleased and nodded. "Boss, that would be great."

Sun Zhuangfei walked to the counter, took out a small bowl, lifted the lid of the stear, and shoveled the stead sticky rice into the bowl, pressing it down flat with the ladle.

After flattening the sticky rice, he added crushed fried dough sticks, scooped a large spoonful of minced at soup over it, and then sprinkled it with chopped green onions and dried shrimp.

With that, a bowl of sticky rice was ready.

Sun Zhuangfei passed the bowl of rice to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng picked up his chopsticks and mixed the sticky rice and at soup evenly.

This kind of sticky rice, unlike a typical rice combo set, was distinguished by its satisfyingly chewy texture.

So people like sweet sticky rice, and Wenzhou does offer sweet versions.

But the authentic version was the sticky rice with at soup.

The minced at was thoroughly mixed into the rice, with dried shrimp and green onions scattered throughout.

After mixing the rice well, Jiang Feng picked up the bowl and took a couple of large mouthfuls.

His mouth filled with the flavor of the at soup and minced at.

He ate heartily, the translucent sticky rice continuously breaking down in his mouth, bringing an extraordinary sense of satisfaction.

Eating Wenzhou sticky rice was a very pleasant experience.

In fact, Jiang Feng was not only a chef but also a gourt.

He enjoyed trying different foods, through which he could sense the culture of a city.

The lean atballs were one example, and the sticky rice was no different.

A bowl of sticky rice was very filling. He followed it with a bottle of mineral water and a few bites of side dishes.

The initial feeling of hunger vanished, leaving only a sense of contentnt.

Actually, in Wenzhou, sticky rice is often what locals eat for breakfast.

In other places, people rarely have rice drenched in at soup for breakfast, but the locals here enjoy it in the morning.

Eating it in the morning left them feeling energized for the entire day.

Nearby, Sun Zhuangfei was devouring his al, head down. He ate quickly, his cheeks bulging, chewing rapidly as if he hadn’t eaten in a long ti.

In reality, it was because the minced at mixed with sticky rice was too fragrant; once he started eating, he couldn’t stop.

Following Jiang Feng, he certainly never went hungry.

Not long after, a few more custors arrived.

They ordered a bowl of sticky rice and couldn’t stop eating once they started.

The group was quite amazed.

"Is Wenzhou sticky rice really this tasty? This is incredibly delicious!"

"It’s so good! How is it made? If it’s this delicious, shouldn’t it be available nationwide?"

"It’s so aromatic!"

These few custors had never tasted sticky rice before, so they assud all sticky rice was inherently this delicious.

Later, when they tried sticky rice from other places, they never found that sa taste again.

Only then did they realize that the sticky rice from this particular stall was uniquely exquisite.

This little food stall among the windmills beca a part of their mories.

Once the custors finished their als, they left one after another.

Jiang Feng felt it was about ti, so he told Sun Zhuangfei to pack up.

That was enough for the day.

The two of them put away the tables and chairs, cleaned up the trash, and secured the side dishes on the table.

When everything was packed up, Jiang Feng started the car and drove down the mountain.

Setting up the stall today had been unusually relaxed, almost like a pleasant outing.

Jiang Feng wasn’t aware that at this very mont, many people were still tirelessly searching for him.

anwhile, in Eastern Shandong, people were inquiring daily on the Jiangyue Terrace Shandong Cuisine Restaurant’s official account.

"Where has your boss gone to set up his stall?"

"Where is Boss Jiang? Send us his coordinates!"

Facing these inquiries, the official Jiangyue Terrace account could only reply, "We really don’t know where the boss went. We’re looking for him too!"

Seeing such replies, netizens sensed the Shandong Cuisine Restaurant’s exasperation and found the situation highly amusing.

In Hangzhou, the quest to find Jiang Feng was once again underway.

These strears were truly treating the search for Jiang Feng as a career move.

After all, it was a way to ride the wave of his popularity, so why not?

Strear Fang Hui directly tagged Amazing Detective Di Renjie in his fan group, asking, "Hey fellow fan, can you analyze Boss Jiang’s current whereabouts? I want to go find him."

Others in the group chid in, "Master Di Renjie, please analyze where Boss Jiang might have gone."

"Is he setting up his stall in so suburban area?"

"It’s been several days! Why is there absolutely no news about Boss Jiang?"

The netizen nicknad ’Detective Di Renjie’ saw the ssages in the group chat. After a mont of thought, he offered his analysis: "Personally, I think Boss Jiang might no longer be in Hangzhou."

Upon hearing his words, the netizens in the group were taken aback.

"No longer in Hangzhou? Didn’t he just sell West Lake Sour Fish by West Lake?"

"Yeah, he was a hot search topic not long ago; even the state dia had publicly praised him!"

"Has he gone sowhere else?"

Seeing the replies in the group, Amazing Detective Di Renjie added, "I just have a feeling. Given Boss Jiang’s current popularity, if he were to set up a stall in Hangzhou, he’d definitely be recognized. Since the locals all know him, it would be hard for him to stay hidden. Either he’s not setting up a stall, or he’s gone to another city."

Strear Fang Hui also saw Di Renjie’s reply.

He sighed. If that’s the case, finding Boss Jiang will be quite difficult, he thought.

So, Fang Hui posted in the group again, hoping everyone would monitor online activity and report any sign of Jiang Feng imdiately.

The group mbers responded:

"Don’t worry, as soon as we spot Boss Jiang, we’ll definitely notify everyone at once!"

"Where on earth has he gone?"

"I really want to put a tracker on him."

"Great idea! I have a thought. Next ti we find Boss Jiang’s stall, we could secretly place a tracker on his food truck..."

"You’re a little genius!"

The group chatted lively.

The ’Find Jiang Feng’ squad officially mobilized.

The Hangzhou strears ford the core of this squad, searching with utmost diligence, while other netizens acted as loyal sidekicks, scouting for any news of Jiang Feng.

Everyone had already figured out Jiang Feng’s pattern of setting up his stall, knowing that he would definitely be operating during this period.

Consequently, everyone’s enthusiasm was high.

That evening, Jiang Feng was resting at ho.

Suddenly, Sun Zhuangfei sent him a WeChat ssage: "Boss, lots of strears in Hangzhou are looking for you, and many netizens too. There are quite a number of them."

Seeing Sun Zhuangfei’s ssage, Jiang Feng felt a sense of resignation. He had been ntally prepared for this, so he wasn’t particularly bothered.

"Alright, I got it. Let them be," Jiang Feng responded.

"Okay, boss," Sun Zhuangfei replied swiftly.

Jiang Feng put down his phone, still finding the situation rather absurd. I’m just setting up a stall, and it’s like I’m a wanted fugitive. A nationwide manhunt, no less. People clearly have too much ti on their hands. It’s truly a case of ’I flee, they chase, I can’t escape even if I grew wings.’ Who would’ve thought that just by cooking, I’d have so many netizens searching for ?

However, Jiang Feng always had a good attitude.

This ti, his stall was at the wind farm.

Ordinarily, a place like this would only attract tourists on self-driving trips to Wenzhou. On weekends, more locals might visit for a countryside outing.

With fewer people around, information wouldn’t spread so quickly.

Therefore, Jiang Feng didn’t concern himself with it much anymore.

The next day, Jiang Feng set up his stall at the wind farm as usual. The day’s offerings were still lean atballs and Wenzhou sticky rice. These two snacks were perfectly suited for a stall—easy to prepare and delicious.

There weren’t many people around, mostly visitors who ca to enjoy the sights and take photos. After all, this was considered a niche ’check-in’ spot. This was exactly the kind of low-key atmosphere Jiang Feng desired.

I initially thought setting up a stall here was rather desolate, but now... it’s surprisingly great!

Soon, custors started coming over to buy snacks.

The situation was similar to the previous day.

A curious custor asked, "Boss, why did you choose this particular spot for your stall? Setting up a stall beneath a wind farm is certainly unusual."

Jiang Feng would reply with a smile, "I’m here to enjoy the scenery and breathe in so fresh air."

The custor nodded. "The scenery here is indeed lovely, especially in autumn. When the reeds grow tall, the view becos even more beautiful."

Jiang Feng responded, "It’s quite nice now as well."

The custor bought a serving of Wenzhou sticky rice and sat down to eat.

While eating, he too was amazed by Jiang Feng’s culinary skills.

This bowl of sticky rice had an incredibly rich broth, and the minced at was especially fragrant.

He couldn’t help but praise it, saying the sticky rice tasted wonderful.

The custor was unaware of Jiang Feng’s identity and thought he was just an ordinary stall owner.

Praise given under these circumstances, without knowing his true identity, was the most genuine.

As a chef, Jiang Feng was happy to see the custor’s reaction.