Chapter 288 - 134: The Suit-Clad Gangster Chef’s Delicious Food Truck

Chapter 288: Chapter 134: The Suit-Clad Gangster Chef’s Delicious Food Truck

’What the hell! This totally clashes with my image! You guys are going to make me look like an idiot too!’

A stampede of curses galloped through Su Chen’s mind when he saw it.

Little did he know, at this very moment, this entire scene was being taken in by two people in a nearby van.

"I told you, Boss Su is a real piece of work. Cooking in a full suit in ninety-degree weather."

"Sheesh! Boss Su is a handsome guy, and he looks cool when he cooks, but this is definitely a little strange. Reminds me of a movie character."

"Who?"

Zhan Yang thought for a moment, then said admiringly, "The Suited Berserker Chef!"

"Holy shit!" Fang Chang stared intently at Su Chen in the distance. "Now that you say it, he really fucking looks the part! Let’s go, let’s go support the Berserker Chef!"

Zhan Yang rubbed his hands together. "Let’s go, let’s go! Usually, getting Boss Su to cook a meal for us is like asking for his firstborn. Today, we’re gonna eat him out of house and home!"

Fang Chang didn’t understand what "eat him out of house and home" actually meant.

’We’re the ones eating, and we’re the ones paying. How can we eat Boss Su out of house and home?’

He didn’t get it.

But it sounded awesome!

The little blackboard was out and He Shuting was standing by it, but she was still feeling down.

’Where were all those guys who added me on WeChat and said they’d come by? How come not a single one has shown up?’

’They kept pestering me, "Got any pics? Send a few more and we’ll head right over."’

’I sent them several pictures of the food truck, and then they went completely silent.’

Just then, a pleasant voice spoke up.

"We’ll take two orders of Stir-Fried Yellow Beef, hehe!"

"Fang Chang?" He Shuting’s eyes widened in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Liu Shengnan exchanged a glance with Ling Shuyu.

’Why is Fang Chang here? We definitely didn’t tell him what we were doing...’

The reason they didn’t want to tell Fang Chang was simple. Ling Shuyu felt that Boss Su running a food stall was indeed a bit beneath him, and she didn’t want any acquaintances to see it.

Unexpectedly, the arrival of Fang Chang and Zhan Yang didn’t make Su Chen feel the least bit awkward. Instead, Su Chen joked, "You managed to find me even out here? Are you two spies or something?"

"Of course!" Fang Chang jutted out his chin smugly. "I’ve been staking this place out all afternoon. I’m starving! Boss Su, I won’t be holding back today!"

"Don’t hold back." Su Chen casually flipped the spatula in his hand. "The food’s not expensive today, but I can’t guarantee it’ll be good."

"I have faith in your skills!" Zhan Yang gave a thumbs-up. "Anyone who can cook in a suit in this weather has definitely got something special!"

Huh?

Su Chen shot Zhan Yang a vicious glare.

’I’m adding extra salt to your dish later!’

’Dammit, you dare make fun of a chef? You must have a death wish, don’t you?’

Fang Chang didn’t dare joke around with Boss Su. After all, not only was Boss Su a master chef he had to suck up to, but he was also his cash cow.

"Boss Su, in that case, may I make a request?"

What?

Fang Chang chuckled. "I can’t really handle spicy food. Could you make mine mildly spicy?"

Su Chen froze for a moment, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

His consciousness sank, and he instantly appeared in the Gourmet Practice Room.

’Mildly spicy?’

With a single thought, a set of perfectly prepared ingredients appeared on the workstation.

’I’ve always cooked according to the optimal ratios—how much beef, how many chilies, how much Cilantro and celery.’

’Everything has an optimal ratio! That’s why the dishes I make are nearly perfect, almost flawless!’

’The umami, the saltiness, the fragrance, the spice—every flavor is perfectly balanced. But I’ve been overlooking one thing.’

The various ideas suddenly sprouting in his mind started to make Su Chen’s brain buzz with excitement.

With another thought, he even swapped the high-powered commercial stove in front of him for a standard home stovetop.

’The biggest problem with a standard home stovetop is its slow heat response.’

’Stir-frying at super high heat is basically impossible... In that case...’

Su Chen placed the sliced beef into a small bowl. At the end of the marinating process, he added a handful of cornstarch, mixed it evenly, and then added oil to lock in the moisture.

After all, with his Max Level [Stir-Fry] skill, not only was his technique at the max level, but his understanding was as well.

Without intense heat, you need to use a small amount of cornstarch to coat the beef slices. This wouldn’t affect the texture of the beef.

The main purpose was to ensure a more stable transfer of heat.

Then, following the previous steps, Su Chen began a new attempt.

’So, a mildly spicy Stir-Fried Yellow Beef...’

Twenty minutes later, Su Chen looked into the void with great anticipation.

[Stir-Fried Yellow Beef: Evaluation, B Level!]

FUCK!!!

’Damn you, Fang Chang!’

’This bullshit mildly spicy Stir-Fried Yellow Beef... I’ll make it taste so bad you’ll regret ever asking!’

Su Chen couldn’t even be bothered to taste it. He left the Gourmet Practice Room directly, shot a vicious glare at Fang Chang, and then turned to Zhan Yang. "And you?"

"I can handle spicy!" Zhan Yang was also frightened by that glare. "I’ll just have the regular spicy version!"

Fang Chang still wanted to say something.

He was pulled aside onto a small stool by Zhan Yang. "Watch your words, ol’ Fanger! Didn’t you see Boss Su is unhappy?"

"Wait... who’s ’ol’ Fanger’? Holy shit, can you just be normal for once?" Fang Chang cursed, then asked, "I didn’t even say anything wrong. Isn’t ordering something mildly spicy perfectly normal?"

"You think the Suited Berserker Chef is joking with you? Don’t make requests. Just eat what he makes. You don’t trust Boss Su’s skills?"

"No, I..."

Zhan Yang held up a hand. "Don’t say another word. Just wait quietly."

Su Chen glanced at Fang Chang out of the corner of his eye. ’Dammit, what a waste of my time. I’ll just make you the B Level mild version. Go on and eat it!’

Heat the wok, add the oil!

Perhaps it was because he was still fuming inside.

Su Chen slammed a piece of beef tenderloin directly onto the cutting board.

’Bring it on!’

’Wild Blade Technique!!!’