Cooking System: Street Food Rules

The soldiers rescuing the disaster area had a feast of baozi.

The meat filling in the baozi was incredibly fragrant.

When they ate them, they felt as if even their tongues became fragrant.

Having patrolled in the water all day, subsisting on simple, portable dry rations and some water, they were both tired and hungry.

Now, able to eat such delicious baozi, they felt much of their energy restored.

Qian Yun sighed with deep feeling. "This is really the best baozi I've ever eaten."

"You're right about that! Baozi made by a chef are completely different from the ones you buy in a regular baozi shop!" another person nodded in agreement.

"The flavor of the meat filling is fantastic!" yet another person commented.

"I like the baozi wrapper. Usually, I eat the filling first, then the wrapper. This is also the best baozi wrapper I've ever had. The dough has a really nice texture," said someone else.

The group took a break on the spot, sitting around and chatting leisurely.

As darkness gradually fell, after resting for a while, they still needed to sort out the rescue equipment and supplies.

This too was a task that drained Staminia.

Moving things was Staminia-consuming, but everyone was in good spirits, so the cleanup went swiftly.

After delivering the baozi to the soldiers, Jiang Feng didn't idle.

On the drive back, Jiang Feng said to Sun Zhuangfei, "Tomorrow, let's make baozi again. Make more and send them to the disaster-stricken residents."

"They've suffered from the disaster and are resting in the government shelters; it's tough for them."

Hearing this, Sun Zhuangfei nodded. "Boss, no problem. I love doing this kind of work."

"Okay, I'll go back and prepare the dough. You get in touch with the butcher," Jiang Feng added.

"We're buying in bulk; I worry the supermarket's meat supply might not be enough."

"Boss, rest assured, I'm ordering from the slaughterhouse—all fresh meat," Sun Zhuangfei assured him.

"And as soon as they hear it's for this cause, the slaughterhouse owners are happy to help."

"That's good to hear."

"I also kept five or six baozi. We'll just have something simple for dinner tonight."

Jiang Feng took out a plastic bag from the thermal container, which held a few large meat baozi.

This was their dinner.

The drive here had taken a little over forty minutes, and the drive back would take another forty. They had to eat something to replenish their Staminia.

Jiang Feng was in good spirits. Though it meant spending some money with no expectation of return, doing what he wanted made him happy.

Sun Zhuangfei felt the same.

The next day, in the rented storefront, the two were busy making baozi again.

Making baozi wasn't complicated. It just required preparing the meat filling well, handling the dough, and managing the heat properly.

Jiang Feng had mastered these tasks.

And so, basket by basket, the large meat baozi were made and then stored in the thermal containers.

After a busy day, they finally finished their work.

Jiang Feng drove towards the shelter to provide support.

The disaster-affected residents at the shelter had food and water provided by the government, along with a lot of support from local residents.

Jiang Feng wasn't the only one with this idea; other restaurant owners also spontaneously brought food.

Although the typhoon was ruthless, there was still genuine humanity in the world.

Soon, Jiang Feng arrived at the shelter. After speaking with the person in charge, the baozi were delivered inside.

A few minutes passed, and it was just mealtime.

People lined up to get their food.

The floodwater would completely recede in two or three days, and then they could return to their homes to check on their properties.

Thanks to their previous experiences with typhoons, people weren't too despondent.

The important thing was to survive.

Everyone, holding disposable plates, lined up for food.

That day, each food-serving station had two additional boxes of steaming hot baozi.

The baozi looked extremely appetizing.

They appeared large and round.

And they seemed as though carved from the same mold, identical down to the pleats on top.

It was impossible not to admire the skill of the chef who made these baozi.

A middle-aged couple received two baozi and got some other dishes.

Their spirits were not exactly high.

They had managed to get their valuables out of their house, but items like air conditioners and televisions couldn't be saved.

"How about we buy a small car? In situations like this, we could evacuate our things," the man suggested.

"A small car can't carry much. At most, it could take a TV, but it wouldn't help with the air conditioner. We only encounter typhoons like this once in many years, so let's not bother," the woman responded.

The couple found a spot to sit and began eating quietly.

No matter what happens, eating is most important.

The food was average; though not especially tasty, having something to eat under these circumstances was good enough. What more could one ask for?

Then, the man grabbed a baozi and took a big bite.

He had a pork and green onion baozi.

As he bit into it, the scorching hot pork filling entered his mouth, and a rich fragrance instantly emerged.

The flavorful and delicious juices flowed over his tongue and mixed with his saliva.

This delicious taste made the man's eyes widen in surprise.

"This baozi is delicious!" he exclaimed in amazement.

"Whose baozi are these?"

Seeing his reaction, the woman also tasted a baozi from her plate.

The baozi she got was filled with char siu, her favorite flavor.

The char siu filling in the baozi was exceptionally fragrant.

It was sweet and aromatic, leaving a pleasant sweetness in her mouth after eating.

"They're very good," she said, nodding immediately in praise.

It wasn't just them.

At this moment, many people had started eating the baozi, and as they tasted the delicious morsels, everyone was captivated by the flavor.

Good food is easily remembered.

These were baozi personally made by Jiang Feng, and they tasted much better than those from shops.

The ingredients used were all fresh, and the heat control and technique were top-notch.

Naturally, the baozi tasted great.

A few people went back to the serving area, wanting to grab more baozi.

After everyone had received their food, the distribution wasn't supervised anymore, so people could take as many as they wanted, as it was all meant for that one meal.

Seeing this, even more people came over to get more baozi.

"They really are delicious!"

"Where did these come from?"

"So fragrant!"

People were immersed in the deliciousness of the baozi. In nearly every serving area, queues formed again for more baozi.

"Just one more is fine!"

"Leave some, will you? I haven't eaten enough!"

Arguments could be heard in some places.

It was clear that everyone truly adored these baozi.

In no time, the baozi were completely devoured.

Many were left wanting more. At this time, the person in charge of logistics happened to come over to arrange for cleaning. Someone immediately ran up to him and asked, "Hello, may I ask where these baozi are from? Do you have the seller's contact number? I want to order delivery."

Hearing this, the logistics manager could only reply, "I can't really say. That seller doesn't sell baozi anymore."

Hearing his words, others were somewhat taken aback.

Not selling baozi anymore? What does that mean?

Since most people didn't have much else to do at the moment, many overheard their conversation.

Quite a few pressed for more information.

"Just tell us which shop makes the baozi, please!"

"Yeah, those baozi are really delicious; we want to know where to buy them!"

"Even just telling us who made them would be okay!"

"With such delicious baozi made in such large quantities, it must be a specialized seller, right?"

"That's not the point. Why can't you tell us? We just want to know which shop the baozi are from. The business's phone number would be fine."

Their tone was growing impatient.

They didn't understand why it couldn't be said.

It was just the name of a shop selling baozi, right? With the baozi being so tasty, it was natural for people to want to know who made them.

Hearing everyone's questions, the logistics manager felt immense pressure.

When Jiang Feng donated the baozi, he had specifically said he didn't want any extra publicity, preferring that people didn't know he was the one who had provided them.

But now, with the crowd pressing him, he found it hard to resist.

Eventually, he gave the answer.

As long as there's no advertising, it should be fine to let everyone know.

So, he said, "Alright, I'll tell you."

"They were made and donated by Jiang Feng, the boss of Jiangyue Terrace."

"That's the guy who's famous for making state banquet dishes and who enjoys setting up street stalls."

"He sent these baozi specially and even said not to publicize it."

"He's not making baozi at the moment, and nobody knows where he is, so where could you go to buy them?"

Hearing his words, the affected crowd looked at each other in astonishment.

The boss of Jiangyue Terrace?

Most were somewhat familiar with Jiang Feng's story.

Some who didn't know started asking around.

And so, a large-scale session of gossip and information sharing about him began.

Those who knew Jiang Feng's stories began informing those less attuned to online news, spreading tales of his exploits: setting up stalls, making state banquet dishes, opening restaurants...

As people chattered back and forth, they finally understood that the baozi they had so eagerly consumed had been made by a top chef capable of creating state banquet cuisine.

"No wonder they were so delicious!"

"So, it's like we've tasted a state banquet, huh?"

"These baozi must be on the same level as those for a state banquet, right?"

"They really were delicious!"

"So it was Boss Jiang all along!"

Everyone discussed it among themselves.

The incident spread through word-of-mouth.

Although it didn't cause much of a stir on the internet, the news became known locally in Guangzhou.

Jiang Feng's favorability with everyone shot up instantly.

The locals' impression of him improved greatly.

In the future, Jiang Feng's popularity in Guangzhou would only continue to grow.