Evenly matched, with neither coming out on top!

In the footage, the dough in Shen Chuan's hands was soft without being sticky, with a smooth, translucent texture.

The portions he casually pinched off were so uniform they looked copied and pasted, completely unlike the many cooks who used digital scales to keep their dough portions the same size.

He gently kneaded, pressed, and rotated a portion in his palm, the entire sequence flowing seamlessly. With slight turns of his wrist, each wrapper came out evenly thick, with neat edges and not a single unnecessary crease.

His movements balanced tension and relaxation, with just the right force and pace, carrying a distinctive order and rhythm. Wen Yang watched beside him without blinking, keeping the camera locked firmly on his hands, not daring to miss a thing.

The footage looked fantastic!

Every frame was full of artistry. Whether it was his impressive camerawork or the boss's good looks, the footage was perfect!

The more Wen Yang filmed, the more enthusiastic he became. He kept feeling that this video would turn out exceptionally well once edited.

With the wrappers ready, Shen Chuan turned to the filling.

The tender chives He Wencai had carefully prepared were clean and fresh, their color a vibrant green.

Looking closely, Shen Chuan also noticed that all the chives the man had brought were tender leaves; the older outer leaves had all been removed.

He could feel that determination to get something good to eat!

Once the filling was ready too, he could start wrapping.

By now, the line in front of the stall was very long. After glancing over and seeing that there were still plenty of customers today, Shen Chuan spread a wrapper across his palm at his own pace and spooned in a generous helping of filling.

His fingertips flew as he pinched the edges, gathered the pleats, and sealed them in one fluid sequence, his movements practiced to perfection.

Every finished chive pocket was sealed tightly along the edges, with neat, beautiful pleats and a uniform shape. Each was plump and rounded, so delicate it hardly looked like street food.

As the oil in the pan heated up, it gave a soft sizzle. The chive pockets were arranged neatly in the pan, and the instant they touched the hot oil, a sharp frying sound rang out.

Golden bubbles gently surged around the edges of the pockets as steam slowly rose. The fresh fragrance of the green chive filling and the wheaty aroma of the wrappers were fully released, intertwining in layers, their savory scent filling the air.

Smelling that aroma, every customer except He Wencai grew even more impatient.

They all stared ravenously at the golden, lightly browned chive pockets in the pan, their wrappers puffed and rounded.

The rich, fresh fragrance of chives mingled with the aromas of egg and dough, drifting freely on the evening breeze and enveloping the entire stall. It made everyone in line swallow over and over, their Adam's apples bobbing.

"Bro, when you were begging Boss Shen to make chive pockets just now, I put in a good word for you! You can't be so cruel and make me look without getting to eat any!"

"Exactly, bro! I practically wanted to get on my knees and beg Boss Shen for you. How can you let down my sincere devotion like this?"

Shen Chuan was turning the chive pockets in the oil with long chopsticks. At those words, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he simply pretended he was deaf.

Once the chive pockets in the pan were evenly colored, he lifted them all out with his chopsticks and arranged them at intervals on the draining rack.

The excess oil slowly drained away, leaving the golden, crisp wrappers faintly translucent. Their fragrance grew even purer and more enticing. Every one looked perfect, with color, aroma, and flavor all accounted for.

The chive pockets were finally out of the pan!

He Wencai could no longer be bothered to argue with the other customers. Knowing they probably would not let the matter drop unless he gave up some chive pockets today, he declared outright that he would keep what he wanted to eat and resell the rest to them, one per person.

Without waiting for Jiang Wenyan to ask anything, he picked up a bag and got ready to eat.

The customers behind him settled down too, no longer pestering him.

Heh heh, as the saying went, even a steadfast woman feared a persistent suitor. The same went for a steadfast man!

"This is the taste. I've been dreaming about it."

He Wencai picked up a chive pocket. Ignoring how hot it was fresh out of the pan, he blew on it haphazardly a couple of times, then took a forceful bite.

The faint crunch sounded like the most beautiful music in the world. As his teeth reached the filling, the delicious aroma spilling through the gap seemed to welcome him too, rushing eagerly into his mouth.

Those savory flavors mingled with the juices, seeping onto his tongue little by little before quickly taking over all his taste buds. That utterly delicious sensation was almost intoxicating.

One bite of the chive pocket brought together the toasted fragrance of the outer crust, the soft chewiness of the inner layer, the fresh tenderness of the chives, and the softness of the eggs. Even a simple chive pocket offered multiple textures.

Its taste was exactly as he had imagined, too. The browned aroma from frying, the intoxicating pungency of the chives, and the savory fragrance of the eggs all burst forth together in his mouth. The flavor was simply incredible, truly unforgettable and irreplaceable.

"It's so good, sob, sob. How can it be this good?"

After holding out for two days, he had finally gotten to eat them today. It was almost like an emotional rebound, and He Wencai's eyes reddened as he ate.

It had not been easy. It really had not.

Heaven knew how many ideas he had come up with for a bite of these pockets.

Only then had he finally thought of such a reliable way to get his chive pockets.

"Boss Shen, thank you for letting me eat such delicious chive pockets. They're really so good!"

Shen Chuan calmly waved a hand. "No need to thank me. I know."

[Ding! Show-off Points +30!]

The chive pockets cooked quickly, coming out batch after batch. Soon, the customers who had discovered the stall back when it sold scallion pancakes also received piping-hot chive pockets fresh from the pan.

Thanks to He Wencai's actions, everyone had long since grown intensely curious about these chive pockets, and now they could not wait to try them.

When they bit into the delicious chive pockets and that distinctive pungent chive aroma burst through their mouths, blooming into an astonishingly savory flavor, the customers' eyes lit up, and smiles spread across every face.

"So the chive pockets really are delicious too! They're evenly matched with the scallion pancakes, with neither coming out on top!"

"I actually really wanted to rank these two, but when I thought carefully about it, I couldn't bear to give up either one. I love them both."

"No wonder this guy couldn't stop thinking about them and even brought his own ingredients just to eat them..."

The group excitedly exchanged all sorts of praise.

The grilled sausage vendor eating a chive pocket nearby heard them and wholeheartedly agreed.

He had not understood that behavior before, but now that he had a chive pocket in his mouth, he understood immediately.

But if no customers brought their own ingredients tomorrow, wouldn't that mean there would be no chive pockets to eat again?

Some customers who realized this immediately asked with concern, "Boss Shen, the chive pockets are really good too. Can you sell both chive pockets and scallion pancakes tomorrow?"

"Yeah, boss, I want both!"

"I've eaten here several days in a row, and I'm not tired of them at all."

Shen Chuan thought briefly, then said, "Not sure. It depends."

He had earned plenty of Show-off Points today, but he still did not know how many he would have by the time he finished running the stall. Whether he would open tomorrow and what he would sell would have to depend on the situation.