Chapter 503: 296: Give Up? (Part 2)_1
Chapter 503: Chapter 296: Give Up? (Part 2)_1
Wu Wei’s mobile food stall didn’t attract much attention at first.
But Wu Wei didn’t care about that.
He just enjoyed the process, constantly moving to different places, making what he wanted to make, and then serving it to others.
Ordinary delicacies naturally wouldn’t bring fame and fortune like those popular foods, but as long as he could freely enjoy the process of making things, that was enough.
However, as time passed, players who realized the benefits of mobile stalls gradually increased.
Mobile stalls didn’t require renting a shop, so there was no need to worry about rent.
And since the big guilds were competing for high-end customers, their ecological niches didn’t overlap, so there wasn’t any concern about stealing each other’s business.
Wu Wei was like a small fish swimming silently through the territories fiercely fought over by the sharks, enjoying his own game.
Thus, the second stall sprang up.
The mobile hot pot stall appeared in Linhua City, and the traditional nine-grid hot pot became a favorite among the physically laborious NPCs, who placed their ingredients in different compartments and exchanged stories from all over while waiting for their food, occasionally bursting into hearty laughter.
Someone also started a mobile dessert shop, offering rice jelly, sweet shrimp, sweet rice wine balls, herbal tea… a variety of delectable desserts, with cheap treats becoming the favorite of children.
Like bamboo shoots after a rain, players who didn’t want to join guilds discovered new ways to play, and various moving stalls began to wander around Linhua City.
Wherever they went, popularity followed, and Linhua City, once quiet, was once again bustling, with smiles gradually appearing more frequently on residents’ faces.
Initially, the large guilds were somewhat concerned about this phenomenon.
After all, no one knew if it was a new trick played by their opponents, but after discovering that these people really were just making things for ordinary NPCs to eat, they couldn’t be bothered with them anymore.
After all, what money could a bunch of paupers have?
This thankless task was fine left to others.
They continued to fiercely fight for their guilds’ interest, with high-end delicacies emerging one after another, all to grab the top spot in the missions issued by the Immortal Sect and eventually to acquire the title of Food God.
In everyone’s anticipation, the Food God competition finally began.
The rules of the competition were rather unique. The Immortal Sect would send people to roam around, sample different dishes, and then score them.
Those with high scores would enter the Immortal Sect for the next round of competition and ultimately claim the throne of the Food God.
After hearing this news, players from large guilds were eager to flex their muscles, striving to prepare better food to delight the Disciples of the Celestial Sect.
Becoming the Food God wasn’t just an empty title; it came with many practical benefits. The Food God could issue missions, set monopoly rights on various items, and, in essence, the title could put an end to the dispute between the two factions of players, making it a key point of contention for the major guilds.
The atmosphere in Linhua City became even tenser, both factions hoping to cause trouble for the other during the competition, thereby increasing their chances of victory.
Of course, this had nothing to do with Wu Wei.
Every day, he still methodically pushed his small cart, living his days quite pleasantly.
Only today did he realize how comfortable his childhood idol had it.
He could spend his days fishing by the sea, and at night cook the fish he caught for everyone. Linhua City’s fishing yields were plentiful, allowing for an easy catch and enriching the evening’s menu considerably.
At noon, he could stroll through the market; if he saw some good pork, he would buy it, render it into lard at night, and use a bit of it for cooking— it was quite satisfying.
The lard scraps could also be given to children as snacks. Freshly rendered lard scraps were a premium delicacy, not too greasy even when consumed occasionally, drawing a crowd of salivating kids who eagerly waited for the lard to be ready and joyfully shared the scraps afterward.
Besides, Wu Wei had found himself an assistant.
The boy from before began to work for Wu Wei, content with just meals as payment. The boy’s parents trusted Wu Wei; after all, learning to cook in Linhua City was considered a fantastic opportunity.
Every day was busy yet fulfilling, and occasionally he’d encounter other stall players like himself, exchanging experiences with each other, and improving their own skills.
While the high-end players fought daily, numbing their brains as if they were dogs’, a serene passage of time existed here, as everyone silently pushed their carts selling food they loved.
The days passed uneventfully until the fifth day.
The big pot of seafood fried rice he had just prepared sold out in the blink of an eye.
Even the beggars by the roadside couldn’t resist the temptation and pooled their money for a big pot of braised scraps, enjoying it with rice in small bites.
The boy was tired from a night’s work, but he still energetically helped Wu Wei clean the utensils and sweep the floor.
After the hard work, Wu Wei told the boy not to leave and then showed his treasured items to the boy.
Stored in a basket were small fish a few inches long. This type of fish only grew so big, tasted delicious, but was very tricky to clean.
Seeing these small fish, the boy’s eyes lit up, recalling the taste from two days before, and he couldn’t help but lick his lips.
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