That was ten yuan well spent!

After finishing the little chive pocket, Jiang Wenyan not only found his craving unsatisfied but felt even hungrier, his eyes fixed on the chive pocket stall.

He reckoned up his living allowance, gritted his teeth, and said to Shen Chuan, "Boss, give me another one."

Shen Chuan was wiping away his sweat. Seeing that Jiang Wenyan next door wanted more, he stood up again.

"Wait a moment. I'm going to buy a bottle of ice water."

It was too hot. He needed some ice water to cool down; getting heatstroke while showing off wouldn't be worth it. He straightened his back and walked with steady strides toward the little convenience store behind him.

"Sure, boss. I'm in no hurry. Take your time." Jiang Wenyan was dying for another bite, but he still smiled and waved to Shen Chuan.

If he could make a mere chive pocket taste this good, no wonder the boss was so particular about running his stall!

His roommates couldn't bear to watch that smile.

"Wenzi, be honest. Did the stall next to you pay you to advertise for him?"

"Xiao Yan, how could you sell out your brothers for money? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"Yesterday we were gaming together and calling each other brothers. Today you're playing us for a little cash. Daddy's disowning you."

When Shen Chuan returned with his ice water, washed his hands, and resumed making chive pockets, Jiang Wenyan went up and paid twenty yuan by scanning the code without being asked, then hurriedly switched back to the video call and waved his payment record at his roommates.

"It's precisely because I have a conscience that I'm telling you how good these chive pockets are. They're made by the God of Cooking! If you don't believe me, come try them at the food street. If they're no good, I'll livestream myself eating a keyboard, kneel on a durian, and sing 'Conquest' for you!"

The first two conditions hadn't struck his roommates as anything special, but the last one tempted them.

What could be more delightful than watching a roommate kneel on a durian and sing "Conquest"? If there was anything, it was watching him sing it twice.

"Fine, just you wait. You're definitely singing 'Conquest' today."

"I'm not going because I want to watch you sing 'Conquest.' I just happen to have ten yuan I haven't spent, so I'll stop by."

"Then I'm really coming. I'll provide the microphone when you sing 'Conquest.'"

Jiang Wenyan's eyes darted as he said slyly, "If they really are delicious, you're paying for my chive pockets."

"No problem!"

College students were just that impulsive. To see Jiang Wenyan sing "Conquest," they rode shared bikes under the blazing sun, passing up cafeteria food and takeout to make a special trip for chive pockets that cost ten yuan apiece.

His roommates had helped Jiang Wenyan choose his stall's location. When the four of them arrived at the food street, they didn't need to search and headed straight for their destination.

When they reached the hand-pounded lemonade stall, Jiang Wenyan was still eating a chive pocket.

He sat on his stool, holding the chive pocket and chewing in great mouthfuls, his eyes half closed and his face full of enjoyment, utterly lost in eating.

Perhaps because it tasted so good, he even smacked his lips shamelessly from time to time. He didn't register his roommates standing in front of his stall, simply keeping his head down and eating away.

"Is this guy really that dedicated? We're already here, and he's still acting?"

"It doesn't look like an act. Could it really taste so good that he's this absorbed?"

"Wenzi!"

Only when Fatty reached for the bag holding Jiang Wenyan's chive pocket did Jiang Wenyan snap out of it. He jerked his hand back and looked up. Seeing his roommates had arrived, he tipped his chin toward the neighboring stall, utterly confident.

"That's the chive pocket stall. Get ready to treat me."

He waved to Shen Chuan. "Boss, these are my roommates. They heard me say how delicious your chive pockets are and came all the way from campus. Sorry for the trouble, but please make three for them."

Shen Chuan nodded slightly, his tone calm and confident. "My chive pockets won't let you make this trip for nothing." With that, he turned back to work.

Before they could even speak, his confident manner and matter-of-fact expression had already awed them.

That show-off act-he was one of their own!

[Ding, Show-off Points +20!]

Hearing the Show-off Points come in, Shen Chuan felt the amount was a little small. He silently made a note that this line hadn't worked very well for showing off and should be used less in the future.

Then he calmly wiped his hands clean, picked up a fresh wrapper, and began filling another chive pocket.

A God of Cooking had to maintain his aura at all times!

Seeing Shen Chuan's forehead covered in sweat from the heat, Jiang Wenyan attentively brought over his little fan and clipped it to the side wall of Shen Chuan's stall.

A breeze brushed his face, easing the scorching heat a little. Shen Chuan glanced mildly at the fan without speaking, but he didn't refuse it either.

I slipped up. It's my first day running a stall, and I was so busy showing off that I forgot to prepare anything to cool myself down!

I'll bring a fan tomorrow too. Once I've made enough money, I'll fit the tricycle with glass and air conditioning!

Soon, the three chive pockets were fried, and Fatty and the others each held one.

They had meant to say something tough to Jiang Wenyan, like how he was definitely going to sing "Conquest."

Now, suddenly, they found the words rather hard to say.

They had to admit, these chive pockets were beautifully fried. They had eyes; they could still tell good from bad.

The golden, crisp shells enclosed plump fillings, their translucent sheen letting the filling show faintly through!

The toasted aroma of the fried wrappers wafted to their noses. As they lifted them to their mouths, even the fragrance of the filling escaped its wrapping. They could already smell the faint pungency of chives and the aroma of eggs. The smell alone made their mouths water.

When it came to food, first came appearance, then aroma.

With both already top-notch, how could the taste possibly be bad?

"What are you all standing around for? I'm still waiting for you to treat me. Hurry up and eat."

Jiang Wenyan had eaten two chive pockets but still didn't feel full. He was still licking the crumbs from the corners of his mouth, looking as though he hadn't had enough.

Unfortunately, his living allowance wouldn't let him splurge. His eyes were practically glowing green now as he waited for his roommates to treat him.

At his urging, his roommates each raised their chive pockets to their mouths.

They bit down, and a second later, looks of disbelief appeared on their faces too.

"Holy crap, is this really what a chive pocket is supposed to taste like?"

"So crispy! It breaks open with the lightest bite. That feeling of it bursting in your mouth is just incredible."

"The best part is the juice that flows out the instant it bursts open. That savory flavor-I even took a special look at the filling to check whether it was chives and eggs. I've eaten so many chive pockets growing up, but only today did I learn they could taste this good."

"That was ten yuan well spent!"

Watching his three roommates widen their eyes in unison and give the stall owner thumbs-ups after one bite of their chive pockets, Jiang Wenyan joined in, expressing his own fondness for them.

Shen Chuan calmly held out both hands and pressed them downward. "Easy now. Just something the God of Cooking whipped up."

[Ding, Show-off Points +100!]

Shen Chuan found the college students' clear, admiring gazes very gratifying. The system notification that sounded at the same time also gave him its approval. That had been a good round of showing off!

They had been hungry to begin with. Finishing one chive pocket was barely any different from stopping for a quick bite on a journey; instead, their appetites were whetted until their stomachs rumbled.

They finished in two or three bites, then crowded around the stall like livestock, every one of them staring at the boss with eyes that seemed to glow green.

"Boss, another one."

"I want two!"

"I want four!"