Boss, aren't you running a night market stall?

With so many people eating and so many lining up, Shen Chuan sold out of every last ingredient before eight, even though he had prepared more flour and scallions today.

It was time to pack up again, Shen Chuan's favorite moment. He turned off the heat and called Jiang Wenyan over to pack up.

Jiang Wenyan had gotten experienced at packing up. The moment Shen Chuan spoke, he walked over, took out the storage bins and other supplies, and started clearing the stall.

"Ah, you're packing up this early again? Boss, can't you keep selling for just a little longer? It's not even dark yet. Even staying until nine would be fine! How can a night market stall close this early? How are those of us who haven't gotten any supposed to survive?"

The unlucky customers who hadn't managed to buy any really wanted to cry.

In this scorching weather, they had stood in line for over an hour. Who would do that if they didn't really want to eat it?

Several regulars among them had once again rushed over after work today, only to miss out. They stood in front of the stall, their eyes brimming with resentment.

How could a night market stall close so early!

The boss simply had no martial virtue!

After working for hours, Shen Chuan now sat in a chair, directing Jiang Wenyan as he packed things away, not wanting to move another muscle. "The ingredients are sold out, and it's dark. Time to clock out."

After saying that, he elegantly raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

To indicate that it was indeed time to clock out.

His unmoved demeanor stood in stark contrast to the resentful faces of the customers.

[Ding! Show-off Points +20!]

"Ah, boss, aren't you running a night market stall?"

What normal night market vendor packed up at eight? Eight was when the crowds started coming to the night market, when business was only just beginning.

"It's got nothing to do with whether it's a night market. It's about my working hours."

"Have you ever seen a God of Cooking work himself to death cooking nonstop? I have my own rhythm!"

After he said that, several more notifications of Show-off Points arriving rang out in his mind.

Shen Chuan increasingly felt that the system had a point. A God of Cooking needed the swagger of a God of Cooking. Otherwise, he would be hot and exhausted right now and still have to pack up, running around doing everything. He couldn't bear to imagine it!

After working for over three hours straight, all he wanted was to hurry home and slack off.

For a moment, the customers didn't know what to say. Running a night market stall after dark counted as overtime?

[Ding, Show-off Points +50!]

"Then, boss, will you sell chive pockets tomorrow? I can't eat scallions. I just want chive pockets. Boss, please sell some chive pockets tomorrow too. I'm really craving them."

He Wencai, who had lingered outside the crowd all this time just to ask that question, finally managed to get a word in.

Shen Chuan turned his head to glance at the customer asking. He had already finished selling scallion pancakes, so why was someone still craving chive pockets? He refused without a second thought.

"No. I don't have the ingredients." With a recipe as good for showing off as flying pancakes, of course that was his first choice.

"Still not selling them, huh!" He Wencai hung his head. Why was it so hard to get a bite of chive pocket?

Once Jiang Wenyan finished packing up the stall, Shen Chuan climbed onto the vehicle and left under the customers' anguished gazes.

Back at his residential complex, Shen Chuan transferred 200 yuan to Jiang Wenyan by scanning his payment code. The moment he entered his home, he collapsed onto the sofa, not wanting to move.

Tossing flying pancakes took skill too. Although he had mastered it to perfection in the System Space and knew at a casual toss exactly what angle the pancake would fly back from, how could throwing pancakes nonstop for three hours not be exhausting?

Showing off was a skilled job, no matter how you looked at it.

That night, Shen Chuan spent several hours on his phone studying the great art of showing off. Only after confirming that he had gained some new insights did he go to bed. He slept soundly, but He Wencai lay awake, hungry.

In the dog days of summer, going outside without proper protection could give you heatstroke. Hot weather easily ruined people's appetites, and lately, nothing He Wencai ate had tasted good. It was only the day before yesterday, when he passed the food street and saw a crowd clamoring to buy chive pockets, that he had thought he might as well buy one to try.

He hadn't expected that one taste of those rich but not greasy chive pockets, with their fresh, savory, appetite-whetting flavor, would instantly win over his stomach.

He hadn't gotten any yesterday, and after finally waiting until the boss opened his stall today, he had missed out again. He Wencai was frustrated beyond belief.

Late that night, He Wencai tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. He hadn't been able to eat dinner, and now he was terribly hungry. His repeated sighing successfully woke his sleeping wife, infuriating her.

"Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night? What are you sighing about?"

He Wencai started sighing again. "Honey, I'm hungry. I want chive pockets."

His wife immediately swung her hand back and slapped him. "You came home tonight with your breath reeking of chives. Didn't you already eat some? Keep acting crazy and you can get out and sleep somewhere else!"

"The ones I ate weren't as good as the ones from that other vendor. They didn't satisfy my craving at all."

He Wencai kept sighing. His wife tried and tried to hold herself back, but finally couldn't resist grabbing a pillow and hurling it at him.

"They're just chive pockets! Can't you go buy some tomorrow? Sleep!"

He Wencai lay down hugging the pillow and sighed again. "The problem is, the boss who makes the delicious ones isn't selling chive pockets anymore. He's switched to scallion pancakes, and I can't eat scallions, so all I can do is think about the chive pockets. They're really delicious. I've never had chive pockets that fresh and savory. Ah, I forgot you haven't tried them. You wouldn't understand even if I told you. You have no idea how delicious those chive pockets are..."

After muttering for a long while, he suddenly thought of something. The boss sold scallion pancakes, and he didn't eat scallions. The boss had said he didn't have the ingredients, so what if he found the ingredients for him?

He Wencai suddenly sat up again and laughed. "Honey, I've thought of a way! Hahaha!"

In the darkness, his wife opened her eyes, a murderous gleam in them.

Hunting time!

Two minutes later, He Wencai went to the bedroom next door, hugging his pillow.

Early the next morning, he left home as usual, but instead of going to work, he drove back to his hometown in the neighboring city...

Four in the afternoon was the time to head out and set up the stall.

Shen Chuan was very pleased with the schedule he had arranged for himself. He could sleep in, prepare the ingredients later in the morning, and leisurely head out to set up his stall in the afternoon. Excluding travel and preparation time, he only spent a little over two hours actually running the stall, all told, and now he didn't have to worry about poor business either.

The income was substantial, and Show-off Points kept coming in. He could keep redeeming recipes and earning money at his stall. It was a virtuous cycle!

He just needed to give some thought each day to how he could earn enough Show-off Points while making money at his stall, so he could redeem more recipes.

Jiang Wenyan, his designated errand boy, was already waiting at the entrance. Shen Chuan climbed aboard, and the two headed to the food street.

Perhaps because so many people had gathered to watch him sell crispy scallion flying pancakes yesterday, even more people had come early to buy pancakes today. Holding sun umbrellas and phones, they squatted there waiting.

Some held handheld electric fans, and others held hand fans. One young man was the cleverest of all: he had brought a bottle of water frozen solid like an ice pop. He blew his fan across the frozen bottle and then onto his face, producing a cool breeze like an air cooler. Everyone waited eagerly.

As soon as the three-wheeler pulled into its spot and came to a stop, the customers who had been squatting there waiting had already gone to line up in front of the stall of their own accord.