Cooking System: Street Food Rules
Chapter 38: The Ultimate Fried Rice with Eggs!

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: The Ultimate Fried Rice with Eggs!

While Liu Lu bought porridge and baozi, Liu Chenxi secretly took a video of Jiang Feng working and snapped a few photos.

Douyin now had an image comment feature.

Liu Chenxi found a video by a local mukbang micro-celebrity. Someone in the comment section asked where the braised meat guy had gone.

Liu Chenxi posted a photo of Jiang Feng’s stall and replied, "This boss is on Fengqi Mountain’s mid-slope, setting up a stall to sell breakfast. His baozi are super delicious!"

Soon, people saw the comment and replied one after another:

"What? He went to Fengqi Mountain? What’s he doing there? Hardly any locals go!"

"For real? It’s not photoshopped, is it?"

"Holy cow, he went to the mountains to sell breakfast? Are you sure it’s breakfast?"

"He’s not selling braised meat anymore?"

Seeing so many comments, Liu Chenxi posted a single reply to all of them: "He’s right on the plaza at the mid-slope of Fengqi Mountain. He said he came to the mountains to enjoy the scenery."

At her words, the netizens were momentarily speechless.

Go to the mountains to enjoy the scenery? This stall owner is really something else!

Jiang Feng served his customers unhurriedly.

Preparing for the breakfast stall meant waking up early, which was tiring, but the actual process of running the stall was relatively easy.

Many tourists were descending the mountain in small groups. Upon reaching this spot, almost everyone would come over to buy baozi.

And the process was always the same.

They would glance at the baozi, priced at 5 yuan each. A bit expensive, so they’d decide to eat just one per person.

After eating, they’d exclaim, "Holy cow, how can this be so delicious?" and then buy two more.

When buying more, they often accompanied it with a bowl of sweet and fresh corn and pumpkin porridge.

Liu Lu sipped on the corn and pumpkin porridge.

The porridge was rich yet not overly thick. The corn’s aroma was exceptionally fresh. After the first taste, a delightful fragrance lingered, leaving a memorable aftertaste.

"The corn porridge is also this delicious."

"Gosh, this boss is impressive!" Liu Lu exclaimed in amazement.

Jiang Feng had already gained a bit of fame, having become slightly popular from his delicious braised meat. Now, even when making ordinary breakfast, he managed to do it so exceptionally well. Truly impressive.

"Boss, were you a chef at some star-rated hotel? Your skills are superb!"

"This is way beyond the level of a small stall," Liu Lu chatted with Jiang Feng.

Hearing this, Jiang Feng replied, "I like running a stall. It offers more freedom."

"Have you thought about opening your own restaurant in the future? It would definitely be a hit!" Liu Lu suggested.

"I’ve considered it, but it depends on the situation."

At that moment, more customers arrived, and Jiang Feng got busy attending to them.

Jiang Feng had indeed considered opening a restaurant. But in reality, it was also a hassle. He would need to hire staff and assistants, and adhere to regular working hours. If he were to be a head chef at a large hotel, that would be even more tiring.

I’ll just take things one step at a time for now. Besides, doing system tasks still brings in more income. Maybe in the future, there will be a task to become a head chef.

Customers of all kinds came and went. Wave after wave of tourists descended the mountain, and Jiang Feng’s business got better and better.

Everyone who came here was amazed by the fragrance of the baozi. The baozi sold quickly.

Around 8:30 in the morning, the number of tourists descending the mountain decreased slightly. There were still three or four people eating at the stall.

Just then, a car heading up the mountain stopped at a bend in the road.

Next, a man dressed in orange Taoist robes and cloth shoes got out of the car. He looked to be in his thirties and appeared quite energetic.

The man’s gaze turned to Jiang Feng’s stall, and he walked straight over.

Jiang Feng also noticed him.

He wasn’t very familiar with the current rules of temples. Rumor had it that modern temples recruited monks with high salaries, with requirements starting from a bachelor’s degree from a 985 university, and also required interviews. Of course, these were just rumors.

He’s not here to ask for alms, is he? I only have meat baozi here, which wouldn’t be appropriate. Jiang Feng thought to himself.

As the man approached Jiang Feng’s stall, he looked at the signboard and said, "Boss, I’ll have a serving of egg-fried rice and a bowl of corn and pumpkin porridge."

After placing his order, he immediately scanned the QR code to pay, seemingly afraid that Jiang Feng might think he was asking for alms.

Unfortunately, Tang Monk was to blame for this stereotype.

Jiang Feng had little contact with monks. His only exposure was from watching the TV series *Journey to the West*, where Tang Monk was always begging for alms. It was inevitable that he’d have this stereotype.

"The egg-fried rice contains egg and ham. This won’t be an issue, will it?" Jiang Feng asked.

Hearing his question, the man replied, "It’s fine, I can eat it. I’m a layperson who collaborates with the temple, responsible for its procurement and logistics. I only dress like this for that role. I’m not strictly a monk, so it’s not an issue."

Hearing this, Jiang Feng breathed a sigh of relief. So, he isn’t a monk after all.

"Great, just a moment." Jiang Feng received the order and began to busy himself.

Jiang Feng took out two eggs, two stalks of spring onion, and half a stick of ham sausage.

The ingredients for egg-fried rice were very simple. But the simpler the ingredients, the more they tested a chef’s fundamental skills.

Jiang Feng cracked two eggs into a bowl and quickly whisked them. He chopped the spring onions and diced the ham. His movements were crisp, efficient, and surprisingly fast.

Two customers eating baozi glanced over at Jiang Feng, discussing in low voices, "I heard from some tourists who passed by earlier that this stall owner is the same one who was really popular in the snack street a while ago. His culinary skills are incredible!"

"Yeah, watching him cook, he really seems different from others."

Their conversation drifted to the man’s ears, and he also turned his head to look at Jiang Feng, who was busy at the food truck.

Jiang Feng heated oil in a wok.

When the wok was hot, he scooped up a spoonful of soybean oil, swirling it around the edge of the wok so the oil flowed down evenly along the rim.

After waiting for the oil temperature to rise a bit more, Jiang Feng picked up the bowl and poured the egg mixture into the wok.

SIZZLE!

The egg mixture sizzled under the high heat, quickly bubbling up.

Jiang Feng immediately began stirring with a metal ladle in the wok. To keep the eggs tender, he couldn’t let the golden egg mixture gather and clump, or it would form lumps.

As Jiang Feng stirred, the eggs were actually drawn out into golden, floss-like threads!

This step was incredibly difficult. The hardest part was mastering the oil temperature. If the temperature was too high, the egg mixture would set too quickly; if too low, it wouldn’t form threads. Only someone with exceptionally strong fundamental skills could achieve this! This was the work of a master chef!

Once the egg threads formed in the hot oil, Jiang Feng poured the rice into the wok. He used the metal ladle to break up the rice, spreading it across the wok.

Then, Jiang Feng gripped the wok handle, tossing and stir-frying simultaneously. His movements were extremely practiced. The rice and eggs were tossed into the air, mixing perfectly in mid-flight before landing steadily back in the wok. He repeated this motion several times.

The aroma of the egg-fried rice wafted out.

The customers, witnessing this, couldn’t help but pause what they were doing to admire Jiang Feng’s culinary artistry.

Upon smelling the aroma of the egg-fried rice, they couldn’t help but swallow hard.

So fragrant! It was incredibly fragrant!

The eggy fragrance of the fried rice drifted out. Just by smelling it, one could almost feel the incredibly smooth and tender texture of the eggs.

At this point, Jiang Feng added the diced ham, stir-fried a few more times, then sprinkled in some chopped spring onions and salt. After mixing everything evenly, he served it.

Jiang Feng took a plate, lifted the wok, and with a few movements of the metal ladle, scraped all the egg-fried rice onto the plate.

A wokful of golden egg-fried rice, complete!

Upon closer inspection, the individual grains of rice glistened, each seemingly enveloped by the golden egg threads, presenting an aesthetic blend of white and yellow. It was like "gold-inlaid jade"—a stunning masterpiece crafted from jade and gold!

Flecks of green spring onion and finely diced ham sausage were scattered throughout.

This plate of egg-fried rice seemed to glow!

The aroma made the customers even more ravenous.

A breakfast stall halfway up a mountain, possessing such skill?

A hint of surprise also appeared in the man’s eyes.

He had started up the mountain a bit late today and hadn’t had time for breakfast, so he’d been thinking of just grabbing a quick bite by the roadside. Who would have thought he’d encounter such a stall?

What a pleasant surprise!

The man picked up his chopsticks and immediately began to savor the delicious egg-fried rice before him.