The stolen meal was indeed delicious, so delicious that Dunzi and Zhang Feng wished they could steal meals every day from now on.

The world is balanced; when someone makes money, someone else loses money. When someone is happy, someone else is definitely unhappy.

Fang Zhizhong, who was robbed at the bridgehead, stood there for quite a while. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure it out. No matter how he tried to justify it, it was just a plate of fried rice. Although it was indeed more expensive than regular fried rice, was it worth stealing?

Fine, if they had to steal, they did it with style, with one person in charge of driving and transporting while the other did the deed, like some bank heist in a movie!

"I personally suggest we call the police. Even if it's just rice, the behavior is atrocious. It's a gang crime; can we tolerate this?"

"If they dare to steal rice today, who knows what they'll dare to steal tomorrow?"

"Yes, call the police!"

"But then the question is, folks, if we call the police, what should this brother say?"

Facing the sudden twist of events, the customers at the bridgehead brainstormed ideas, expressing sympathy for Fang Zhizhong while also hoping to punish the wrongdoers.

The thing is, this incident was just too interesting. People who should have gone home to sleep weren't sleepy at all now. They chatted enthusiastically, hating the two troublemakers, yet finding it all so amusing.

Fang Zhizhong also wondered, if he really called the police, what should he say?

"Hello, 110, hi, I just bought a meal, and halfway through eating it, someone stole it."

Although it was an honest account of the facts, Fang Zhizhong felt that calling the police like this might get him dismissed for wasting their time.

"Forget it." Facing the suggestions from the crowd, Old Fang made a generous gesture, "I'm guessing those two young guys were really hungry, otherwise they wouldn't do such a thing. Everyone should just be more cautious when eating in the future."

After saying that, Old Fang strolled away from the bridgehead, still feeling quite unhappy inside.

What kind of people are these!

Without the fun, the customers at the bridgehead chatted for a bit longer before dispersing, and the vendors also packed up their stalls one after another.

Before leaving the bridgehead, Brother Squid pulled Uncle Liu aside.

"I finally figured out why something felt off today!"

"Tell me." Uncle Liu looked at him with great interest, "Are you planning to make a bet again?"

Brother Squid waved his hand, betting was out of the question, "We were all vendors, all equal! Now with Xiaochen coming in, everyone sells snacks to him at a low price, and then he sells them to customers. Don't you think it feels like..."

"Feels like what?" Uncle Liu also saw the issue.

"Feels like Chen Mo has become the boss of a company, and we're all working for him!!!"

*Hiss!*

Now that he mentioned it, it did seem like that!

But Uncle Liu also thought of a new question, "If there was no Chen Mo, could we still earn this much?"

"No!"

"Then that's that, right? What's the point of complaining?"

Uncle Liu hummed a tune, rode his tricycle, and leisurely headed home.

Though each sausage earns a little, the volume makes up for it, and on the whole, he makes more than before!

Brother Squid also sighed; he initially thought setting up a stall would make him his own boss, but it turned into working for someone else. It's quite amusing.

...

Back at home, Chen Mo rushed through his washing up and hurried to bed.

He couldn't afford to waste a second. Even so, by the time he crawled into bed, it was already past three in the morning, allowing him less than six hours of sleep.

Luckily, he could slack off a bit at work, sneak in some naps, and rest during lunch breaks. If he kept working at this intensity, Chen Mo felt he'd burn out sooner or later.

The next day, Chen Mo spent another day in the office, drowsy and fighting sleep. His tired appearance worried his boss, who kindly asked if he had any personal issues and suggested he take some time off if needed.

This is the perk of working at a state-owned enterprise, especially one like the state-run investment company where Chen Mo was employed, in the marketing department.

As long as there were no investment projects to inspect, the company was quite leisurely, with barely any workload.

After work, Chen Mo didn't start working right away; instead, he went up to the 28th floor to rest on the bed.

Business was good yesterday; the prepared potstickers and pork congee were sold out, and a lot of fried rice was sold too.

The balance in Chen Mo's WeChat wallet had reached twelve thousand yuan.

Watching the balance increase every day was Chen Mo's only motivation now.

Just as Chen Mo was about to get up and start preparing the day's ingredients, he noticed the panel in his mind changing again.

[Food Truck System Upgrade Complete, Business Hours Randomly Refreshed]

[Weekly Business Hours: 22:00~01:00]

Whoa!

Seeing the new business hours, Chen Mo really breathed a sigh of relief; no more underworld hours, but this also brought a new problem.

"If I continue to prepare stuff like egg dumplings, after-work time will be even tighter."

Chen Mo decided not to worry about this for now and continued to look at the other changes: the task log!

[Side Quest One: Seeking Flavor]

[Seeking Flavor: As the owner of a mobile food truck, besides mastering the functions of the food truck itself, you should also appropriately improve your culinary skills. Top-tier flavors require the pairing of superb skills with exquisite ingredients. To assist you in creating more delicious dishes, please use the truck's ingredient identification feature to find ingredients rated at least as A-grade.]

[Mission Requirement: A-grade Flour]

[Mission Reward: Replicable Chef Machine*1, Recipe*1 (Unknown recipe, closely related to the ingredients you find)]

[Side Quest Two: None]

This was what Chen Mo truly paid attention to.

The Seeking Flavor task name was intriguing, signaling Chen Mo to find genuinely good ingredients, and the task's reward made Chen Mo salivate even more.

A chef machine, wow!

That appliance can knead dough, beat eggs, and mix ingredients, and if you want a good quality and commercial one, it would cost at least several thousand.

Saving money is making money!

With this mindset, Chen Mo decided not to make egg dumplings or pork congee for now. If he could complete the mission, it would be more rewarding than setting up a stall for a day.

Without further thought, Chen Mo went outside, rented a Xiao Huang bike, and headed to the nearest supermarket, returning to the unfinished building half an hour later with eight plastic bags in hand.

"Eight types of flour, should be enough for the system, right?"

This nearby supermarket was one of the larger ones in Jingzhou, only selling eight different types of white wheat flour. Chen Mo bought half a pound of each, placed a bag on the operation table, and muttered ingredient identification in his mind, and words appeared before him.

[Flour made from wheat crossbred for increased yield, Rating: C]

What the heck?

Chen Mo glanced at the price tag; no mistake, this bag was the most expensive flour in the supermarket, costing 115 yuan for a whole bag, with an average price of 2 yuan per pound!

And it's only C-grade?

Unwilling to give up, he placed another bag.

[Ordinary wheat flour with some whitening agents, Rating: C]

Chen Mo's forehead was about to break out in black lines.

[Flour made using immature process equipment, Rating: D]

[...]

After evaluating eight times, the highest rating was still the first bag of flour, rated just C-grade!

The others either had whitening agents or particles that were too large; all had some issues. But the most expensive flour was only C-grade, so what level does A-grade have to be?

Chen Mo was a bit flustered.

The key question was, where could he find flour rated as A-grade?

He didn't have many connections in Jingzhou.

"Connections..." Suddenly, Chen Mo thought of someone.

It was none other than the head of the marketing department at his company, Jiang Fei.

Jiang Fei had worked at the investment company for over twenty years, inspecting countless local projects in Jingzhou. When it comes to understanding those nooks and crannies in Jingzhou, probably no one knows it better than him.

With this in mind, Chen Mo quickly dialed the number of the department head.

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