If it were any other time, a streamer like "Panda Loves Food" appearing at the night market would have drawn quite a bit of attention.
But tonight, at Lu Qin's Stir-Fried Rice Noodles stall, no one had the time or interest to care about others.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the sizzling wok, eagerly anticipating their turn.
A group of hungry customers stood right there in front of Lu Qin's stall, digging into their noodles as soon as they got them.
The rich aroma of Stir-Fried Rice Noodles filled the air.
As a true foodie herself, "Panda Loves Food" couldn't resist once the smell hit her—her mouth watered instantly.
She quickly ran to the back of the line to queue up.
Meanwhile, viewers in her livestream room were buzzing with excitement.
"Finally found a hidden gem! These noodles must be amazing!"
"I live in the north side of the city, I'm definitely taking a taxi here tomorrow to try it!"
"I'm visiting a friend in Jiangcheng in a few days—the first thing I'm doing is making him take me to eat these noodles!"
"I love that Ice Crystal Cake too—it looks so good, it's gotta be delicious!"
"Saving this address right now—Changlin Road, University Town, Night Market Street, narrow alley!"
…
She had only been in line for about a minute when Lu Qin suddenly called out from the front:
"Sorry, the last eight customers, please come back tomorrow. We're sold out."
"Everyone else—only one portion per person."
The news hit like a thunderclap. Those at the end of the line sighed and groaned in frustration.
"I came with so much anticipation and still didn't get a taste. Dang it!"
"Crap! I came around this time yesterday too—why can't I get any?!"
"You fool, today's crowd is even bigger than yesterday's. We gotta come earlier tomorrow!"
"After smelling it for so long, not being able to eat it is torture!"
"Boss Lu's stall is just too popular—it's really hard to get a taste at night!"
"I heard he sets up a morning stall near Sunshine Primary School—I'm heading there first thing in the morning!"
…
The streamer stood there stunned, muttering to herself:
"Huh? It's only 8:30, and the noodles are already sold out?"
Her livestream viewers were both amused and schadenfreude-filled.
"Serves the streamer right—she didn't even know about this popular stall!"
"I'm out, see y'all tomorrow—I'm going in person!"
"Sold out by 8:30? I'm coming at 5 a.m. tomorrow!"
"I visited the University Town night market back in March—there was barely anything good. Can't believe there's such an awesome noodle stall now. I'm definitely trying it tomorrow!"
"Anyone from Jiangcheng in this chat? Help me get a portion! My high-speed train only gets in at 9:20 p.m.—I'll miss it, waaah~!"
…
Lu Qin handed off the final portion of Stir-Fried Rice Noodles to a customer.
"Thank you for coming—enjoy."
"Thanks, Boss Lu! So lucky to get the last one!"
The few who didn't make it were still loitering nearby, unwilling to give up. Not getting a taste was just too upsetting.
Suddenly, one guy had a brainwave and said excitedly:
"Boss, how about this—I'll go to another stall and buy two portions of raw rice noodles. You stir-fry them for me. I'll pay your regular price!"
"Dude! That's genius! You're a clever one!"
"Boss, I'll buy some too—please stir-fry them for me!"
"This move is too slick—666! I'm doing it too!"
Lu Qin chuckled helplessly. These five or six customers clearly weren't leaving until they got some noodles.
After thinking it over, he nodded in agreement.
"I use authentic Anyang rice noodles. Other stalls might use different ones."
"Different ingredients will affect the taste and texture."
"Are you okay with that?"
The group paused for a moment, then someone gritted their teeth and said:
"Doesn't matter—I'm starving. I trust your cooking, Boss. It'll still taste great!"
"Exactly! You're a pro, Boss! Can't be too different!"
Lu Qin added, "Just this once—only one portion per person. Don't go buying too much. Tomorrow, come earlier."
"Thanks, Boss. One's enough."
"Much appreciated—we'll definitely come early tomorrow!"
"Thanks for your hard work, Boss—just give us a couple minutes."
With that, they all ran off in a hurry.
Meanwhile, Liu's stir-fried noodle stall had moved from the alley entrance to the school's side gate, ever since Lu Qin set up shop.
If he stayed by the alley, he'd be left with nothing but cold wind.
The new location wasn't as lucrative, but still passable.
"Master Liu, your Stir-Fried Rice Noodles are pretty good—looks like you sold quite a bit tonight!"
The rice cake vendor next to him commented enviously.
Master Liu boasted, "I've been frying for eleven years—my skills are practically flawless…"
Just then—
Five or six panting customers rushed over.
"Boss, give me a portion of rice noodles!"
"Same here!"
"Me too!"
Master Liu pretended to sigh. "Look at that—business keeps pouring in, can't be stopped."
"No need to rush—if you want to eat my noodles, no need to be so anxious."
"You want egg-fried or with meat?"
"No need to fry—we want them raw."
"…What?"
"Just raw rice noodles—how much?"
Master Liu was stunned. It was the first time someone wanted to buy raw rice noodles from him.
This is a stir-fry stall—go to the market if you want raw noodles…
One guy said:
"Boss, just sell them to us at your usual price for a portion of Stir-Fried Rice Noodles."
"We're taking them to Boss Lu for stir-frying!"
"W-What?!"
Master Liu nearly lost it—his nose practically bent from rage.
It was an insult!
He didn't want to sell.
But thinking about the long-term business, he hesitated for a few dozen seconds and eventually gave in.
He sold the raw noodles.
The group took their noodles and hurried off again.
The rice cake vendor beside him gave him a strange look and stopped making small talk—the expression on Master Liu's face was too sour.
Back in the alley—
Lu Qin Stir-Fried Rice Noodles for the last few customers.
They tasted it immediately.
The flavor was still excellent—just slightly off.
Must've been the noodles.
"No wonder Boss Lu's noodles are so good—it's not just your incredible skill, but the ingredients matter too!"
"That's it for me—I'm packing up. See you tomorrow."
"Boss Lu, let us help you."
The group eagerly helped Lu Qin pack up his things.
He hopped onto his three-wheeled food cart and disappeared into the night.
…
Not long after Lu Qin left, Fang Ya arrived at the night market.
She wandered the area for a long time but couldn't find the incredible stir-fried noodle stall she'd seen all over TikTok.
There were three or four other noodle stalls, but the owners were all greasy middle-aged men.
The hygiene was unbearable—layers of scorched grease at the bottom of the woks were at least three centimeters thick.
Fang Ya tried a portion at each stall with her eyes half-closed.
Without exception, none made it past the second bite.
She tossed them all in the trash.
She never really liked Stir-Fried Rice Noodles to begin with—after two or three bites she felt sick and choked.
As she was about to leave, a wild fan recognized her. They took a selfie, and she casually asked about the noodle stall.
"Sold out by 8:30, already packed up and left?"
Fang Ya was speechless.
That stir-fry stall is seriously that popular?!
"I don't buy it. I'm coming back tomorrow!"
…
Elsewhere—
Shen Muyan had just returned to the villa from work when she got a call from Shen Hongda.
"Dad, what's this about Ice Crystal Cake?"
"Don't ask—just do it. Call him right now."
"Dad, we're already divorced—how am I supposed to bring this up?"
"You figure it out. I'm still the chairman, so you have to follow orders. That's final. I'm hanging up."
Beep—beep—beep—
Shen Muyan furrowed her elegant brows, completely speechless.Have Lu Qin… make Ice Crystal Cake?
He even knows how to make that?
Something he learned before?
But none of that was the real issue.
The real issue was—
How was she supposed to even bring this up?
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