CHAPTER 217: CHAPTER 217: NEW MISSION, NEW LOCATION!

The fried chicken stall had closed.

The incident of the "wanted criminal wanting to eat fried chicken before being arrested" was still making waves on the internet.

Every day, people went to check on Jiang Feng’s fried chicken shop.

However, the shop was already closed.

Considering that many people still wanted to eat fried chicken, Jiang Feng decided to make a video and reveal his method for preparing it.

Nowadays, many food vloggers share cooking tips.

Aside from some brand-specific seasoning formulas and marinades that couldn’t be conveniently disclosed, there weren’t many secrets left online.

But making it taste good wasn’t that easy; technique was key.

Inside the fried chicken shop, Jiang Feng faced the camera and explained some of the finer details of preparing fried chicken.

Sun Zhuangfei was in charge of filming.

Confident and poised before the camera, Jiang Feng clearly explained how to cut the chicken, marinate it, and prepare the batter.

After shooting the video, he sent it to Jiangyue Terrace Shandong Cuisine Restaurant to post on their account.

After all, that account was used for posting videos on how to make various dishes, not just limited to Shandong Cuisine.

"How was it? Did I explain everything clearly?" After filming, Jiang Feng asked Sun Zhuangfei.

"Boss, you explained it very clearly, covering every aspect," Sun Zhuangfei replied. "You did a great job."

Sun Zhuangfei wanted to flatter him more, but lacking the words, he could only say that much.

Then, Jiang Feng sent the video to the operators of Jiangyue Terrace Shandong Cuisine Restaurant, thus completing a task.

After selling all the fried chicken, it was time for a rest.

He had been quite tired lately.

The attractions in Yangzhou were nice, and Jiang Feng planned to visit some of them next.

He would focus on Slender West Lake and the Grand Canal Museum.

At the same time, he would try out the local cuisine and get a taste of the flavors.

He wasn’t going to sightsee alone, of course. Inviting the young and pretty Ji Mingming, who had a good figure and a gentle personality, to stroll around with him would be quite pleasant.

On the evening of the last day, Jiang Feng retrieved the two Golden Drumsticks that were a system reward.

When Little Black saw the drumsticks in Jiang Feng’s hands, it was as if a switch had been flipped. The dog immediately ran over, a happy expression on its face, eagerly eyeing the drumsticks.

The little guy loved eating chicken legs. Especially fried chicken legs.

After all, Jiang Feng had personally made them, and they tasted good.

However, the two drumsticks he now held were made of pure gold.

"Do you want to eat these drumsticks?" Jiang Feng couldn’t help but laugh. "Can you even manage to pick them up with your mouth?"

Gold is very dense, and the two Golden Drumsticks felt heavy in his hand.

Jiang Feng passed one of the Golden Drumsticks to Little Black.

Little Black actually approached. It came closer, sniffed, realized there was no scent, and then cautiously tried to pick up the Golden Drumstick with its mouth.

As Jiang Feng let go, Little Black successfully grabbed the drumstick.

However, the Golden Drumstick was quite hard and immediately fell to the ground.

"Stop playing, this isn’t for you. Don’t leave teeth marks on it," Jiang Feng said as he picked up the drumstick and stored it in a safe.

Leisure time followed.

Jiang Feng wandered around Yangzhou, sampling the local morning tea while also scouting for a potential restaurant location.

Renting a shop space was quite simple. But finding a whole restaurant building to buy or lease was generally difficult to manage.

Currently, Jiang Feng had invested in two restaurants. Though they were profitable, he hadn’t earned enough to open another one so quickly.

So, in times like these, it was best to be patient and wait for the system’s tasks.

Setting up his stall to sell fried chicken this week had taught Jiang Feng seven Huaiyang Cuisine recipes, which wasn’t bad.

Huaiyang Cuisine primarily consisted of home-style dishes. These were common in the area, and restaurants didn’t typically advertise "Huaiyang Cuisine" by name.

After several days of touring and enjoying himself, the system’s voice resonated once again that night.

[Initiate Hangzhou street stall task (1/3): For seven consecutive days, serve snail noodles to 100 customers each day at the designated location in Hangzhou.]

[Task Reward: Restaurant reward (completion of three tasks required)]

[Receive: Snail Noodles Recipe]

[Accept?]

Upon hearing the system’s prompt, Jiang Feng immediately reviewed the task.

This time, he needed to complete three tasks to earn a restaurant reward.

For Jiang Feng, obtaining a restaurant was the goal. After all, the rewards for a restaurant were indeed appealing, and it made sense to put in a little extra effort.

But the location for the stall this time was directly in Hangzhou.

Jiang Feng was familiar with Hangzhou. It was a place of beautiful scenery and economic prosperity. It also had a notorious nickname—"food desert."

It was said that takeout in Hangzhou was particularly terrible, with people either opting for KFC and McDonald’s or sticking to large national chains. Ordinary small shops rarely had good food. Even celebrities had recently posted videos complaining about the poor quality of Hangzhou’s takeout.

This place desperately needed someone like him! A chef had arrived in the food desert. Just imagining it, he knew the customers would be delighted. Hangzhou was truly lacking talent like him!

However, for his first time setting up a stall in Hangzhou, the item to sell was snail noodles.

This dish had recently faced scandals regarding its preparation. It was said that many unscrupulous merchants, to make the snail noodles smellier, would even add "stink enhancers," the main ingredient of which was "fecal odorant." How to describe the source of fecal odorant? Basically, it’s something anyone can excrete.

Selling snail noodles... I haven’t really eaten them much, Jiang Feng thought. I could study it a bit.

Jiang Feng decisively accepted the task.

Then, he contacted Sun Zhuangfei and told him that in two days they would be changing locations and preparing to set up a stall in Hangzhou.

The system task provided ample preparation time.

Jiang Feng also looked into the recipe for snail noodles and even tried making a bowl himself.

To his surprise, the snail noodles he made did not have a stinky smell. The sour bamboo shoots had a slight acidic taste, but it was far from a stinky odor.

Jiang Feng hadn’t eaten snail noodles before and only knew that they were supposed to smell bad but taste good. But now, the authentic snail noodles he made didn’t have any stink to them. As for the source of the stink other people experienced, he wasn’t sure.

The preparation of snail noodles wasn’t difficult, and the ingredients were also easy to procure. The dish was very convenient, whether for setting up a stall or opening a small shop.

So, Jiang Feng rented two rooms in Hangzhou and went there with Sun Zhuangfei to prepare for the task.

「Meanwhile.」

Although Jiang Feng had left Yangzhou, many people still couldn’t stop thinking about his fried chicken.

The owner of the neighboring shop, Chen Zhi, was still assiduously practicing his fried chicken skills. But his results were far from Jiang Feng’s.

One evening, his wife Lin Jiao said to him, "Boss Jiang just posted the fried chicken recipe on his restaurant’s account, and he’s teaching it personally. If you really want to learn, you could watch the video. All the details are there: how to mix the marinade, the proportions for the coating. You could give it a try."

Chen Zhi was quite surprised to hear Lin Jiao’s words. "Really? That fried chicken is so popular, and he just taught it outright?"

"What’s so surprising about that?" Lin Jiao replied. "There are plenty of tutorials online. The recipes for fried chicken are mostly the same; it’s all about the cook."

"Alright, I’ll look into it," Chen Zhi said.

He took out his phone and opened the latest video posted by Jiangyue Terrace Shandong Cuisine Restaurant. In the video, Jiang Feng was standing in front of a cutting board, explaining how to make home-style fried chicken. The method was simple, something one could do at home. Jiang Feng’s explanation was also straightforward.

So, following Jiang Feng’s method, Chen Zhi started to delve into making fried chicken once again. It was obvious he had the spirit of "not returning until Loulan is conquered," determined not to give up until he succeeded. Mainly, he had seen Jiang Feng’s success and wanted to replicate it.

Furthermore, people kept coming to the area looking for fried chicken. Seeing the chicken shop closed, they would sometimes visit his shop that sold a spicy numbing broth with assorted ingredients instead. If he could introduce a fried chicken meal set, he could attract more business.

Everyone had different ideas. Jiang Feng’s business had affected many people.

「At the same time.」

Jiang Feng had already driven to Hangzhou and found a place to stay.

Next on the agenda was setting up his stall.

Sun Zhuangfei was cheerful every day. The job was good—food and lodging were provided, and it was almost like a vacation. All he needed to do was follow Jiang Feng’s arrangements and work. He could also learn some cooking skills along the way.

Simply perfect, he thought.

Jiang Feng, having brought him along, found that Sun Zhuangfei was quite suitable as a helper. He was meticulous and diligent; routine tasks like washing vegetables and preparing ingredients could all be entrusted to him.

Outstanding chefs often had three or four apprentices. Jiang Feng having just one was quite modest by comparison.

After arriving in Hangzhou, Jiang Feng first went to check out the location where he would set up his stall. He needed to know where his stall would be located.

The site specified by the system was quite far away.

Upon checking it out, Jiang Feng saw that the place was bustling with people coming and going; it was even a scenic spot.

It was called Wansong Academy.

The place was crowded for another reason. It was Hangzhou’s matchmaking corner. Most of the people there were middle-aged and older, evidently parents looking to find spouses for their children.

Jiang Feng felt somewhat helpless. The system had really gone over the top with this task location. People were here for matchmaking, looking for partners for each other, and he was supposed to sell snail noodles right beside them? Thankfully, the snail noodles he made didn’t stink. Otherwise, he might have been chased away.