"Get in touch with Boss Zhao when you have time and see if he has any resources."
Lu Qin boiled a huge pot of water, added scallions, ginger, and garlic, then put in the pork.
Taking advantage of the time, Lu Qin marinated the chicken wings and began kneading dough.
In fact, there were limits to how much food he could make each time.
After all, the Fresh-Locking Thermostatic Box he had won from the system lottery only had so much capacity. He could not fit in any more, no matter how much he wanted to.
Cooked foods like Imperial Consort Chicken Wings, Chicken Tofu Pudding, and Crystal Shrimp Dumplings had to be stored in the Fresh-Locking Thermostatic Box. Leaving them outside would affect their flavor and texture unless they were made fresh.
Making them fresh was unrealistic. He barely had enough time to make Fried Rice Noodles and Twice Cooked Pork, so how could he possibly cook everything on the spot?
Once everything was done, the Fresh-Locking Thermostatic Box was packed to the brim.
It could keep the food fresh for twenty-four hours, so there would be no problem setting up his stall that evening.
As Lu Qin prepared breakfast, Shen Muyan led the absent-minded Lu Xiyao out of the room.
"What time did you get up?" Shen Muyan stood by the kitchen's sliding door and asked. She wore a Mickey Mouse T-shirt, and the combination of her long, fair legs and flip-flops was unexpectedly feminine.
"Four thirty." Lu Qin placed the fried soft-centered eggs on a plate.
"That early?" Shen Muyan's mouth fell slightly open.
"Every day?"
"Yeah."
Watching the man in an apron make breakfast for them, Shen Muyan felt a little heartache.
Lu Qin did not pay it any mind. He was not tired at all.