250: Here comes the shocking news

“Lu Chuan... Mr. Lu...”

Manager Liu tapped his fingers on the desk, deep in thought.

The boss had specifically called to instruct him to provide the highest level of convenience and care, with an unprecedentedly respectful attitude.

Mr. Lu’s background was probably unfathomable.

Coupled with his transcendent cooking skills... Manager Liu felt that this might not be trouble, but rather an opportunity.

He picked up his phone and sent a message to the security team leader responsible for the plaza's order:

“Tomorrow, pay more attention to Mr. Lu’s stall, maintain order, and don’t let irrelevant people bother him. Also, if he needs anything, try to fulfill it and report directly to me.”

Soon, the other party replied: “Received.”

Putting down his phone, Manager Liu pondered whether he should also find an opportunity tomorrow to personally visit Mr. Lu’s stall.

Hmm... he'd do it under the guise of inspecting the plaza's order.

That night, many people whose hearts were stirred by that bowl of fried rice slowly fell asleep, each with different thoughts.

Meanwhile, Lu Chuan had just finished counting the ingredients for the third day.

Then he frowned slightly.

The system's requirement of “making fifty financial elites lose their composure on the spot” was too outrageous.

After two days of setting up his stall, Lu Chuan finally understood that the difficulty of this task lay in the phrase “on the spot.”

With the blessings of “Cloud Mushroom Powder” and “Blazing Bean,” coupled with his top-tier culinary skills, the fried rice already possessed enough powerful impact to easily break through the usual composure and pretense of those elites.

But the difficulty was, would these financial elites be willing to enjoy fried rice on the spot, under the watchful eyes of everyone?

These past two days, even the security guards directly took it away to eat, no one chose to eat on the spot, so naturally, they couldn't “lose their composure on the spot.”

“Indeed, just when I thought I understood how deep the system's trap was, I jumped in only to find an even bigger pit below.”

“It seems I need to add something potent tomorrow.”

Lu Chuan looked at the exotic ingredients Lin Wei had just delivered, a slight curve forming on his lips... On the third day's lunch break, the atmosphere in front of Lu Chuan's fried rice stall was noticeably different.

Manager Liu, as expected, “walked the talk,” not only setting up a row of brand-new sun umbrellas and leisure tables and chairs next to the stall, but also thoughtfully placing a small trash can next to each table.

This attentive and thorough service once again made the white-collar workers passing by, on their way to eat, look on with curiosity.

Even more striking was that the aroma wafting from that seemingly ordinary food truck today had, compared to yesterday, ascended to an indescribably higher level!

If yesterday's aroma was domineering and enticing, then today's aroma had an irresistible “magical” quality.

It was a complex scent, built upon the ultimate wok hei, egg, meat, and rice aroma, blended with a freshness like a bamboo forest after rain, and a hint of a peculiar fruit wood sweetness.

This aroma seemed to directly penetrate deep into people's brains, stirring the most primitive appetite nerves, causing everyone passing by to unconsciously slow their steps, and as they took a deep breath, their Adam's apples also began to involuntarily roll.

This was precisely the effect of the “potent ingredient” Lu Chuan had prepared.

He had added a minute amount of powder, ground from an exotic ingredient called “Ice Crystal Tear Bamboo Rice” that Lin Wei had newly delivered, into today's “Golden Egg Fried Rice.”

According to Lin Wei, this bamboo grew by an unfrozen deep pool in the depths of a certain snowy mountain.

The bamboo stalks were covered with tear-like patterns, exuding wisps of cold air.

Lu Chuan's research found that the bamboo rice it produced contained a hint of cool, sweet flavor, which could greatly enhance the freshness and penetrating power of the aroma of food, and could strangely alleviate greasiness, making people want to eat more and more.

His experiment today yielded immediate results.

That magical aroma, like an invisible hook, made many white-collar workers who had been observing and maintaining their composure for the past two days, eager to try it.

The price was still steep, but the aroma was simply too irresistible.

Zhao Le, Luo Li, Xu Ying, Zeng Yu, and others almost sniffed their way over, their faces filled with impatient anticipation.

“Boss, two... two portions of the eighty-eight yuan one.”

Zhao Le held up two fingers, a little pained.

Lu Chuan looked at him in surprise and asked:

“My fried rice portions are very generous, can you finish two portions?”

Zhao Le rubbed his teeth and grinned:

“I have the afternoon off, so I'll take it back for my wife and kids to try.”

Lu Chuan nodded, then deliberately added more rice.

Zhao Le looked at Lu Chuan with a touch of surprise, and the smile on his face became even wider.

After Luo Li, Xu Ying, Zeng Yu, and others had also ordered, a middle-aged man in a well-fitted suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking quite refined, lingered around the stall for the third time before finally making up his mind.

He pushed up his glasses and walked to the stall.

“Boss, one portion of Golden Egg Fried Rice.”

His voice was a bit dry, as if he wasn't used to ordering in such a place.

“Okay, 128 yuan, QR code or cash?”

Lu Chuan's expression was normal.

The middle-aged man scanned the code, and when the payment successful prompt sounded, his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Accustomed to high-end restaurants, suddenly coming to a street stall like this and hearing the payment voice, he really didn't feel comfortable anywhere.

“Please have a seat, it will be ready soon.”

The middle-aged man followed the direction of Lu Chuan's finger and looked at the row of seats, a hint of embarrassment immediately appearing on his face.

If he really sat there, what if a colleague happened to see him, would they think he was so down and out that he was eating street food?

But the aroma was so tempting, he felt he might not be able to wait until he returned to the office before opening it on the way.

Or... should he just eat here? Anyway, there was an umbrella to cover him.

He ultimately chose to sit in a relatively secluded spot, trying to maintain his composure, taking out his phone to pretend to handle official business, but the corner of his eye uncontrollably drifted towards Lu Chuan's dazzling operations.

Flames rose, the spatula flew, and the Star Chef's Knife shimmered with a dazzling blue light.

In just two minutes, a golden, steaming, and intensely aromatic Golden Egg Fried Rice was placed in an exquisite takeout box and delivered to the middle-aged man's table by Ding Xinyang.

“Please enjoy.”

The middle-aged man said thank you, then looked at the fried rice right in front of him.

The next moment, he was hit by the incredibly impactful aroma, and his saliva began to secrete wildly.

So fragrant!!!

How could it be so fragrant?!!!!

He glanced left and right like a thief, noticing that some people were indeed looking at him curiously, but most only gave a fleeting glance.

Finally, he took a deep breath, picked up the spoon, and with a strange anticipation, scooped up a full spoonful, blew on it, and then put it into his mouth.

The next moment—

“Mmmph!!!”

A suppressed, almost moaning gasp suddenly burst from the middle-aged man's throat.