First Day of Reopening: Introducing Set Meals!

"All right, boss. Everything you asked for is ready."

Old James tapped the ash from his cigarette, stacked the tables, chairs, and stools on top, and tied them together with rope. Su Mu, meanwhile, looked over the new stall.

The old simple food cart could not compare to this at all. Seeing that half the day had already passed, Su Mu got up from his recliner, bid everyone farewell, and drove the food cart toward the city.

Old James sidled up to Saifeier and scratched his head in confusion. "Boss, what do you think that kid and his employees went to Wasteland City for today? Don't tell me they went to scavenge parts too?"

Old James looked in the direction Su Mu had left, still puzzled. "And that kid was so fast. He only went after we left, yet he got there before we did. Strange."

"Forget it. Don't pry into customers' affairs. Since when did you become such a gossip?"

Saifeier said, "Reforge all the scrap we collected today. Tomorrow, I'll take you all to eat the young boss's fried chicken and have a proper break. Tomorrow's a day off."

As Saifeier spoke, she exhaled a breath of stale air, stretched lazily, and lay down in the recliner Su Mu had just used. The sunlight tanned her exposed skin a healthy wheat color.

Meanwhile, Su Mu pulled the food cart to the rented spot. Only after seeing the surrounding area already packed with people did he open it up.

With the pull of two mechanisms, the object that had looked like an iron box unfolded and settled onto the ground, becoming a small open kitchen at the stall.

Elysia, Cyrene, and Remiel then emerged from another corner and began arranging the tables, chairs, and stools.

This time, I have to earn enough for one Hextech.

Su Mu thought as he looked at the menus on the table. After running the stall these past few days, he had noticed a pattern:

People here basically could not understand fried chicken, popcorn chicken, taro-and-sweet-potato balls, or other desserts and snacks. They were only interested in fries and burgers.

After all, burgers were the flagship product, while fries were what they were most familiar with. Not many people ordered fried chicken. Tang Ya was one of the few.

If he did not promote the products with genuinely high value and profit margins, sales would not be good.

Instead, the low-profit, troublesome-to-make fries would pile up in huge quantities.

In that case, it was time to introduce set meals.

With that thought, Su Mu had the system generate a set-meal menu:

Set A: Secret Recipe Hand-Pulled Chicken, Spicy Chicken Leg Burger, and an Ice-Cold Cola Bucket.

Individually, they cost three Silver Soul Coins, 9.9 Copper Soul Coins, and two Silver Soul Coins, totaling 5.9 Silver Soul Coins. The set meal would be sold for 4.9 Silver Soul Coins.

Set B: Sweethearts' Meal. Choose two out of a Spicy Chicken Leg Burger, Sunshine Veggie Wrap, and Spicy Popcorn Chicken, plus two iced colas and choose four out of six snacks! The price would normally come to around thirteen Silver Soul Coins, so this set would sell for 9.9 Silver Soul Coins.

As for the final set, the Four-in-Four Family Meal. It was priced at two Gold Soul Coins. One Secret Recipe Hand-Pulled Chicken, one Crispy Fried Chicken, four burgers, four portions of snacks, and four iced colas.

Before long, a fresh new menu was produced. After all, he had fed the system a Gold Soul Coin, so its efficiency was quite high.

Looking at the menu, Su Mu felt a pang of pain. The system's greed was no less than Jiang Nannan's.

Fried chicken and burgers, fresh from the fryer!

Meeting in another world, savoring delicious food!

Ever since Su Mu began setting out the fried chicken ingredients, quite a few people had been watching the stall.

After all, the sign overhead read Wallace Fried Chicken Burgers, which looked a lot like that KFC. Were they trying to copy KFC?

"KFC's food is novel and tasty. It's normal for people to copy it. It's much better than those flavorless snack stalls."

"It's just that black drink that tastes awful—sour and sweet."

"No, I think it's pretty refreshing."

Discussion continued all around them, but no one dared sit down at the tables.

After all, KFC had become one of the more novel fast-food benchmarks within the city.

There were no shortage of imitators, but not a single one had managed to taste better than KFC.

Seeing that the crowd only watched and had no intention of sitting down, Su Mu smiled. Wasn't this easy?

As a new human of the twenty-first century, it was not as if he did not know those outrageous yet effective marketing tactics. In that case, he would give them another heavy dose.

As he spoke, Su Mu dropped three portions of fries into the piping-hot, clear oil. With the sizzling crackle of frying potatoes, a faint potato aroma mixed with the fragrance of oil and spread through the air.

The scent drifted outward, instantly stirring everyone's cravings.

He then packed the freshly fried fries into paper boxes, squeezed ketchup over them, and carried them to the nearest table, placing a bag of toothpicks beside them.

"Everyone, I used to run a stall in the Outer City. Some of those who have visited Food Street in the Outer City may have seen me.

Wallace fried chicken was my original creation. You can taste it before judging it. Today, anyone eating fried chicken here gets twenty percent off."

As he spoke, Su Mu pushed the fries forward.

Looking at the golden, crispy fries, everyone's eyes widened.

"How does this thing not look dry? Can it taste good if it isn't dry?"

One person cautiously speared a fry with a toothpick and dipped it into the ketchup, which looked red as blood.

"And what is this sauce? Why is it different from the tomato juice KFC sells?"

The man opened his mouth and stuffed the fry inside. The crisp shell, the soft, fluffy interior, and the thick, sweet-and-sour ketchup exploded across his taste buds.

"This doesn't have that burnt taste. It smells so good—better than KFC's."

The man murmured, and the people around him found the courage to try it too.

As fry after fry entered their mouths, praise rose one after another. In an instant, the entire stall was full of seated customers, and all ten tables were nearly snatched up.

Su Mu became busy as well. Cyrene returned to the cold-drink counter, pouring cola from the machine cup by cup and adding ice.

Su Mu handled the fryer and the meat-grilling station. Business grew more and more booming, and as he looked at the long queue behind them, he thought, I'm confident today's revenue will break two hundred.

Less than an hour later, all the ingredients purchased from the system had been used up, while the day's earnings had reached one hundred Gold Soul Coins.

Su Mu weighed the situation. It was already past mealtime, so there were not as many people as before.

Only five or six tables of customers remained, scattered about, and they had ordered relatively little. One hand was enough to handle it.

"Su Mu, I was wondering why you still hadn't gone home. So you'd already set up your stall?

It really is you. You're exactly like Nannan. No wonder you two grew up together—you can't stop working for even a moment."

Tang Ya spoke as she popped out from behind the stall and found a table close to the shade of a tree.

"Su Mu, I want fried chicken. I want hand-pulled chicken. Make it for me, okay?"

Su Mu looked up at Tang Ya, who had come alone. Bei Bei was nowhere to be seen, and he felt somewhat confused.

Bei Bei usually followed Tang Ya around, and they were practically never seen apart. Yet today, for once, the two of them were not together.

"Wait a moment. Once this batch is done frying, I'll make the hand-pulled chicken for you. It's still roasting, so you'll need to wait a little longer. But why did you come alone this time?"