At 7 a.m.,
Lu Qin got up to wash up, then went to wake Lu Xiyao.
"Yaoyao, time to get up for school, little sleepyhead."
Thanks to Lu Qin's careful adjustment, the little one's internal clock was well-regulated—bed by 9:30 p.m. every night, up by 7 a.m.
She got plenty of sleep; too much wasn't good anyway.
However, she did have quite the case of morning crankiness.
"Daddy, I'm still sleepy~!"
She turned over and wrapped herself into a little "dumpling."
Lu Qin patted her gently and said with a smile, "Be good. You've got kindergarten today."
"Daddy, can I not go? I want to stay with you~"
"Nope. Daddy's gotta earn money."
"I can help you make money!" she suddenly sat up, as if struck by a brilliant idea.
Excited, she immediately snapped out of her sleepy daze.
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Lu Qin flicked her forehead with a finger.
"Waaah~!"
"Your little head's full of silly ideas. Kindergarten is your top priority."
"Fine~! Daddy, are you going to the office?"
"Nope. Daddy's going to set up a stall."
"A stall? Wow, that sounds super fun!"
The little one had no concept of social status tied to money-making.
As she got dressed, she bombarded Lu Qin with curious questions.
Even though they'd moved recently, their daily life didn't seem to have changed much.
Lu Xiyao stood on her little stool, brushing her teeth and washing her face in the bathroom, while Lu Qin made breakfast in the kitchen.
Breakfast was simple: milk, fried eggs, and bread.
"Wow~! Daddy~! The eggs taste amazing today~!"
She took a huge bite of egg with her mouth wide open—delicious.
Lu Qin wiped her mouth for her. After breakfast, he dropped her off at kindergarten and began prepping for his food stall venture—he was going to sell Stir-Fried Rice Noodles.
Startup costs were low. The biggest expense? An electric three-wheeler.
Recently, China's homegrown sanbengzi (trike) had gone viral overseas.
Owning one instantly made you the coolest guy on the street.
Orders overseas had exploded, but domestic prices remained stable.
A solid, durable, long-range electric three-wheeler only cost about 3,000 yuan.
To Lu Qin's surprise, some shops even offered customization services.
They could outfit your trike into a full-on food truck, complete with custom branding—signs like "1 Yuan Skewers," "Fresh Braised Snacks," "Fried Skewers BBQ" and more.
Lu Qin picked a reputable "Zongshen" brand model—it came with a warranty.
"Want a license plate with that?" the shop owner asked.
"Plate costs 50 yuan. If you want it customized as a food cart, that's 600 extra.
We also have pre-made models—up to you."
"I'll take a ready-made one."
Custom ones would take two or three days. Lu Qin didn't want to wait.
So he paid 3,600 yuan for a yellow-and-white model. The shop threw in license plate registration for free.
The food truck layout was well-designed—perfect for all kinds of street food.
"Young man, scan this code to pay. You can pick it up by 3 p.m. after the plate's on.
Here's your receipt."
After buying the trike, Lu Qin hopped on the bus and made his way through a series of markets—supermarkets, wet markets, and farmer's markets—buying high-quality rice noodles, eggs, meat, seasonings, and more.
Thanks to his full-level skills from the system, Lu Qin had an uncanny sense for selecting ingredients.
Only the best ingredients, combined with top-tier cooking techniques, could create culinary magic.
Take rice noodles, for instance—cheap ones and premium ones taste totally different when stir-fried.
Handmade rice noodles from Anyang County were premium.
Lu Qin found the real deal in a small corner of a local market.
"Boss, how much for your rice noodles?"
"4.5 yuan per pound."
"Can I get a discount if I buy more? I want 50 pounds."
"Fifty? Then I'll do 4 yuan flat."
These handmade rice noodles were crystal white, smooth as silk, firm yet flexible.
They stayed firm no matter how long they were cooked. Rich in flavor, they weren't greasy with more oil, nor dry with less—top-tier quality.
Lu Qin paid 200 yuan and lugged the heavy lwith him.
He also bought 10 pounds of free-range eggs, 3 pounds of lean pork, 3 pounds of ham, cooking oil, vinegar, and more—totaling 364.8 yuan.
Just outside the market, he found a store selling disposable utensils.
A thousand pairs of disposable chopsticks cost 30 yuan.
A case of 240 medium-sized plastic takeout containers was 75 yuan.
The store sold other supplies too.
Lu Qin bought a box of napkins, ten cleaning cloths, a wok, an apron…
"Young man, buying all this? Planning to set up a stall?"
"Yep, boss."
"That's a lot to carry. If it's nearby, I'll deliver it for you. Come back to my shop next time, alright?"
"Thanks, boss! I live in Fuyuan Garden."
"Fuyuan Garden? That's close—just two and a half kilometers. Hop in my little delivery truck."
The boss—Mr. Zhao—was a veteran of the neighborhood, having lived there over thirty years.
His mini truck wove through alleys like a pro.
"Boss, any good spots for setting up a stall around here?"
"Young man, you asked the right guy! My wife used to sell cold noodles.
But I made her stop—it was too tiring."
"For breakfast, go to Sunshine Primary School. High foot traffic.
Only one or two breakfast shops there, the rest are stalls.
Pack up by 8:30 a.m. and the city inspectors won't bother you."
"For dinner and late-night snacks, go to University Town—but not the main r it charges a ridiculous stall fee.
There's a small alley next to Spicy Sisters Hot Pot.
No fees there, stay as long as you want.
Get there early and grab a spot at the entrance—business will be booming!"
Zhao the boss was full of helpful advice, enthusiastically pointing out all the prime spots.
Lu Qin hadn't expected buying utensils to come with such a valuable bonus.
Grateful, he established a long-term supply partnership with Zhao.
By noon, all shopping was done.
Lu Qin took a 45-minute nap, then got to work on prep.
Soaking the noodles, slicing the pork, dicing the ham…
With the system's support, even the most tedious tasks felt smooth and efficient.
By 4:30 p.m., Lu Qin had everything ready.
He went to pick up his food truck, ld it up, and drove off to pick up the little one.
When his flashy three-wheeled food truck pulled up at the kindergarten, every teacher, parent, and student turned to look.
Lu Xiyao's eyes lit up when she saw what her dad rolled in with—she couldn't contain her excitement.
"Daddy, this ride is so cool~!"
"Lu Xiyao, what kind of car is that your dad's driving? So flashy~!"
"Whoa~! It's an electric trike~! There's even a mini house in the back you can climb into!"
"Daddy, next time can you pick me up in a trike like Lu Xiyao's dad? I don't want a boring car!"
In Jiangcheng, almost every family owned a car—luxury brands were everywhere.
Ironically, it was Lu Qin's sanbengzi that stood out the most—an eye-catching, unique ride that made him the star of the Starlight Kindergarten parking lot.
Lu Xiyao was overjoyed.
Beaming with pride, she climbed in and sat beside Lu Qin, raised her tiny fist, and declared in front of the envious kids:
"Daddy, let's roll out~!"
Starlight Kindergarten had a great academic environment and healthy values—none of that toxic comparison nonsense among kids or parents.
Lu Qin's street food cart didn't draw any scorn from the teachers or parents—only surprise. Everyone was simply puzzled: Why had Lu Xiyao's dad suddenly started running a food stall?
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