What if one day there were only ninety-nine customers, even if they all gave him good reviews? Wouldn't that mean there was no way to obtain ten years of lifespan?
But one hundred customers was not difficult either. Even if the food he made did not earn these customers' genuine praise—
As long as he paid them a little extra, he believed these customers would say some nice things, form a good impression of him, and give him positive reviews.
Weren't people who bought street-stall food generally like this? They were all ordinary people. Just imagine it—if he gave an ordinary person one hundred yuan and asked for a good review, would they agree? Of course they would.
Thinking about it this way, it seemed that these ten years of lifespan could essentially be bought with money.
Chen Feng grew excited at the thought. If that were really the case, this mission would be far too easy.
But he had not expected the system to immediately pour cold water over him, extinguishing all the hope in his heart.
"Friendly reminder: A customer's positive review must be a genuine one from the bottom of their heart. Only when a customer truly feels that the Host's food is delicious can it count as a positive review."
Time passed slowly.
Little Chen Feng grew a little taller and finished middle school.
His grades had always ranked first in the entire school.
Afterward, Chen Feng enrolled in the local No. 3 High School.
This was the very high school Chen Feng had attended back then.
There was a statue of Chen Feng in the school plaza.
Teacher Wei Zheng, the Cold-Blooded Teacher, and the former Principal were among those teaching Little Chen Feng.
Since Chen Feng was a genius, Teacher Wei Zheng discovered that