The Strongest Man On Earth: Starting From Setting Up A Street Stall

"Fuck!"

As soon as Zhao Yan arrived at the night market, he saw a crowd of people staring at him.

The hungry look startled him.

"Everyone, I have prepared two hundred copies. With so many of you, it may not be enough!"

Zhao Yan shouted at the top of his voice.

This team looks like four to five hundred people, right? too exaggerated.

"Little boss, you can't do this. You only order so much every time. It's not enough."

"Yes, boss, I queued up twice and didn't buy anything once."

"Little boss, you are young, you have to stand up. If you don't work hard now, how can you buy a house or a car!"

"..."

The diners were all talking.

The underlying meaning behind the words was to ask him to prepare more ingredients.

Shaking his head speechlessly, Zhao Yan decisively gave up the idea of ​​preparing more ingredients.

I am very tired after eating two hundred meals a night. No matter how much I eat, I am afraid that my body will not be able to withstand it.

"Today, there is still a limit of one purchase per person, a total of 200 copies. Please convey this to everyone and don't wait in line later."

Seeing Zhao Yan, he was unmoved.

The diners had no choice but to convey the message one by one.

It's just that as it gets passed around, it changes.

"The boss said there are only 150 copies available today, so there's no need to queue."

"Hey, brother. Stop waiting in line. There are only 100 copies today. Your position is obviously exceeded."

"..."

Some naive customers were actually fooled.

When Cheng Zilan arrived, Zhao Yan was busy.

She looked at the long queue with shock on her face.

She still remembered that no one was interested in the handsome boy's stall two days ago.

By accident, I became the first person to eat crabs.

I didn’t expect that in such a short period of time, there would already be so many loyal customers.

Cheng Zilan didn't go up to disturb him, but quietly found a place to sit down.

He held his cheeks in his little hands and stared at Zhao Yan who was busy with his big bright eyes.

He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose, and a profile as perfect as a knife.

Drops of sweat slipped from the face and flowed to the collarbone...

Cheng Zilan's face turned red without knowing what he thought of.

Time flies and today’s ingredients are cleared away.

Zhao Yan sincerely apologized to the customers who didn't buy anything, and then prepared to close the stall.

"Boss, do you have time now? I want to talk to you in advance."

Hearing this slightly familiar voice, Zhao Yan turned his head and looked.

He saw his first beautiful customer standing aside looking pretty.

There was still a smile on his face.

"Convenient." Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment before agreeing.

He was very patient with his first fan, and it was definitely not because of his good looks.

Because it was very late, the two simply walked and talked.

"Just for introduction, my name is Cheng Zilan. I am a staff member of a variety show and a fan of yours."

Cheng Zilan stretched out her white and tender hands and smiled playfully.

"Zhao Yan, a stall owner is also your idol."

Zhao Yan smiled, stretched out his big hand, and held the soft little hand.

"Hehe." Cheng Zilan was amused.

She let go of her little hand shyly, and then said: "Idol, our variety show is called "Who is the God of Cooking", have you heard of it?"

of course not!

Zhao Yan replied honestly in his heart, with a complimenting smile on his face, "I have admired you for a long time! I am still a loyal fan of this show."

"Wow, that's such a blessing."

Cheng Zilan's eyes lit up and she said happily: "I wonder if you, idol, are interested in joining our show?"

In fact, the ratings of the show "Who is the God of Cooking" have been declining.

If this continues, it will only be a matter of time before the show is cancelled.

Because the players who participated before were all grassroots.

Stories of grassroots counterattacks were very popular back then, but times are different now.

The fan effect is getting more and more serious. If you invite ordinary players, no one will watch it anymore.

Therefore, Wei Ding, the director of the program team, made up his mind and prepared to invite some popular celebrities and contestants with some basic cooking skills.

Of course, it would be better if the players bring their own popularity.

This not only takes into account the ratings but also takes care of some old viewers.

It's a pity that there are too few chefs with their own enthusiasm. They either refuse directly or charge too high a price.

"Ah? I'm going to participate in the show?" Zhao Yan pointed at himself in surprise.

Could it be that his handsomeness has conquered the little beauty in front of him?

"Yes, idol, the egg fried rice you make is so delicious, other dishes must not taste any worse, right?"

Cheng Zilan nodded seriously. In her opinion, Zhao Yan was the most suitable choice.

"Well, that's true, but why did you think of inviting me to your show?"

Zhao Yan is very confident in his cooking skills.

"Hehe, it's because idols are cheap, and some famous chefs have very expensive appearance fees. Of course, I believe idols' cooking skills are no worse than those chefs!"

Cheng Zilan stuck out her tongue in embarrassment and quickly made up for it.

"..."

I thank you!

Hearing Cheng Zilan's straightforward words, Zhao Yan had a dark look on his face.

"I thought about it, but..."

[Didi, the host triggers a random task: participate in a variety show, show off your cooking skills, overall score +30]

Cheng Zilan seemed to know that he had said the wrong thing and looked at Zhao Yan pitifully.

Coming to a mission?

Zhao Yan raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "It's all thanks to you, otherwise I wouldn't have had this chance."

As for appearance fees, is he such a superficial person?

As long as he completes the system's tasks, he believes that he will not be short of money in the future.

"That's great! That's great!"

Cheng Zilan hugged Zhao Yan excitedly and jumped up and down happily.

"Stop, stop, stop! Stop rubbing."

With the warm and fragrant soft jade in his arms, Zhao Yan felt excited.

He quickly shouted stop, if this continues, no one will put out the fire.

"ah!"

Cheng Zilan jumped away quickly like a frightened little rabbit.

With a red face, he explained helplessly: "Idol, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, it's just that I was too excited."

"It's okay. It's a little late today. Leave a phone number and we'll discuss it in detail another day."

Zhao Yan smiled nonchalantly and took the initiative to give Cheng Zilan his phone number.

Cheng Zilan read it carefully several times, and only saved it after confirming that there were no problems.

"Then, I'll go back first. Good night, idol!"

Cheng Zilan waved to the taxi not far away and said goodbye reluctantly.

"Good night."

Return home.

Zhao Yan wiped his wet hair and checked the system tasks.

"System, just participate in the variety show. Are there any other requirements?"

Just in case, Zhao Yan asked to find out first.

[The host only needs to participate in variety shows, there are no other additional requirements]

"So simple?"

For a moment, Zhao Yan couldn't believe it.

This was a task with an overall score of +30. He thought he was going to win a championship or something.

Now it’s just a matter of participating, which is awesome.