To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 502 - 295

Chapter 502: 295

However, those ordinary civilians were the unfortunate ones, with no strategic value, no one would spare them a glance; they could only end up as cannon fodder here.

Children by the roadside nibbled on steamed buns while looking at the hotel in front of them, where some wealthy families were eating and drinking merrily, the aroma in the air serving as their best side dish.

Even though they were all people from the same street, now it seemed as if they were from two different worlds.

Seeing this scene, Wu Wei felt touched.

When he came back to his senses, the little boy was already gone.

Sitting on the curb-side stone bench and reflecting for a while, Wu Wei felt this wasn’t right.

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Everyone should have the right to enjoy good food; after all, food is the most important need of the people, and longing to eat well is everyone’s pursuit. It shouldn’t change because of money or other external factors.

He could accept that some people enjoyed high-end delicacies, but he couldn’t accept that ordinary people couldn’t even satisfy their most basic food needs.

Although he knew his influence was minimal, and his words carried little weight, he felt there were still things he could do.

He found a blacksmith’s shop and told the smith his requirements. The rough blacksmith pondered for a moment, then looked at the items in the shop and nodded.

“It can be done, and the materials are all ready. Come back later to pick it up.”

Later that day, Wu Wei received what he wanted—a mobile food cart.

It was modified from a handcart, with added supports at the bottom, which unfolded into a small stall.

Underneath the large iron pot was one from Food God Sect, which he had obtained from a side quest and could heat without fire.

The water kettle and oil pot were also products of his side quests—these magical items could continuously produce their corresponding contents, just with inferior quality, but they were good enough to use.

Most essentials such as flour, salt, meat, vegetables, and so forth were readily available since their material monopoly had been broken, and the lower quality goods were not very expensive, making them easy to obtain.

Placing these items into his Qiankun Bag, Wu Wei discovered to his surprise that he was quickly prepared with all the necessary goods for opening a shop, indicating that starting one’s own small business in the game was fairly easy.

Pleased, he nodded his head; Wu Wei’s little shop was now open!

In the iron kettle boiled his exclusive noodles, which became particularly chewy after being blanched in cold water.

Fried eggs needed to be cooked in plenty of oil, turning crisp and golden after frying, appealing and appetizing.

Finally, with the addition of the sour tomato soup and a few drops of fragrant oil for appetite, along with some lettuce, a bowl of delicious fried egg noodles was ready to serve.

If noodles weren’t to someone’s taste, there were also substantial pork wontons on standby, with thin wrappers and generous fillings, a bite full of meat.

Side dishes were also necessary; in the big pot simmered large chunks of beef and bone-in ribs, the simple spices creating a provocative aroma. Once dished out, the pieces were full of meat, immensely appetizing.

Last came the pairing with some yellow wine; a few coins would get you a pot, emphasizing quantity and satisfaction.

Other offerings could vary based on the local environment—whatever was available nearby—acquired and quickly processed on-site, ready for serving.

Setting up his small stall by the roadside, Wu Wei looked at his little shop contentedly, savoring the fragrance in the air, feeling extremely comfortable.

What he envied most in his childhood weren’t high-ranking officials or the rich, but the uncle selling pirated DVDs by the roadside from his motorcycle.

He often rode his beat-up motorcycle, with contemporary popular music blaring from his loudspeaker, selling wherever he went, coming and going like the wind, leaving not a trace behind.

He was unremarkable in appearance, but his eyes were crystal clear; the bitterness and joy of life were all behind him, leaving only the purest freedom and romance.

When Wu Wei found out that the man even held a Ph.D., his admiration for him became unstoppable like the waters of the Yellow River, and selling pirated DVDs by the roadside became his greatest dream.

Unfortunately, this dream came to an abrupt end when he was ten years old because he had openly written about it in a school essay, which led to severe criticism from his parents, and they even forbade him from having any contact with the man on the street.

But now, Wu Wei felt that he had achieved his dream in another way.

“Freedom,” Wu Wei said, lost in thought.

The enticing aroma spread through the streets, causing people to open their windows, sniffing the air in search of its source, while a few curious children poked their heads out, looking puzzled at the sudden appearance of the food cart.

Wu Wei had a relatable appearance, and his food cart didn’t look too expensive, the long-missed aroma piqued their interest, and they started to draw near.

The price tag was posted on the side of the cart, where everyone could afford the costs of three to five wen, and for just a few extra coins, one could get a bowl of braised meat, and even large intestines could be easily obtained.

Finally, someone couldn’t resist and ordered a bowl of scallion oil noodles.

With business coming in, Wu Wei smiled, took out a large bowl, cooked the thin noodles and cooled them in water, sprinkled scallions, drizzled oil on top, and a bowl of scallion oil noodles was quickly ready.

His cart didn’t have chairs, but the person who bought the noodles didn’t care, and just sat down by the roadside and started eating right away.

After a few slurping sounds, the bowl of noodles was almost gone in a few bites, followed by a bowl of hot noodle soup, which made the diner feel comfortable all over, leaving a fragrant taste in their mouth.

Content, the customer handed the bowl back to Wu Wei. He wanted to say something, but unfortunately, he didn’t have much to say and after a while, he finally uttered hesitantly, “Boss, your cooking skills are really good.”

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“If it’s tasty, come again next time,” Wu Wei said with a smile.

His culinary skills had been honed to a high level, even ordinary snacks could gain a significant boost, and common ingredients seemed to come alive in his hands, becoming even more delicious.

The satisfied grin on the first customer’s face was the best advertisement. With the first one served, the next customer rushed over, eagerly placing their order.

Steaming hot intestines were fished out of the braising liquid and with a cut, the tip would twitch, splattering a few drops of juice, making them appear even more appetizing.

A bowl of spicy noodles, with chili sauce and minced meat, the lively spice woke up the appetite, and diners kept eating despite sweating all over, unwilling to stop.

The delightful fragrance of the food spread through the alley after a long absence, and the local neighbors gathered, bringing stools to the roadside while waiting for their share of the delicious meal.

The street that had been quiet for a long time bustled with life again, as elderly men and women who hadn’t been out in a while sat by the roadside, chatting with others while waiting for their bowl of noodles, filling the air with laughter and joy.

Watching these people, Wu Wei realized that when people eat something tasty, they genuinely smile.

Great food has its own vitality; it doesn’t need any formalities or fancy ingredients, as long as it makes people happy, that’s what matters most.

He kept serving until midnight, and the neighborhood customers dispersed, faces beaming with contentment.

As Wu Wei was exercising his fingers in preparation to close up for the night, he looked up to see a little boy standing in front of his stall, his nose running as he looked at him.

The boy was the same one he had seen earlier that day, holding a large bun that he had already eaten halfway, still nibbling on the rest.

The bun had grown cold and hard, but the boy probably had nothing else to eat and continued to gnaw on his bun.

Wu Wei beckoned to the boy and called out, “Come here, I’m about to close up, this one is on me.”

“No, thanks,” the boy also gestured and called out, “My parents said not to take free meals.”

“Hmm… then you treat me to your bun, and I’ll make something tasty with it for you.”

“That works!”

The little boy ran over in a flash, handing his half-eaten bun to Wu Wei.

After slicing the bun, Wu Wei re-lit the fire, added oil, coated the sliced bun in flour water and fried it twice, then finished off with some braising liquid.

While Wu Wei was cooking, the boy watched intently from the side. When the aroma of the oil was released, he took a deep breath, smelling the fragrance, and his eyes widened at the sight of the golden-fried buns, as he devoured them eagerly.

The originally plain bun turned into a delightful treat with just a few touches, making it irresistible to the boy.

After finishing quickly, the boy belched contentedly and said earnestly to Wu Wei, “Thank you, Uncle.”

“No worries,” Wu Wei replied with a smile.

“When I grow up, can I be a chef like you, Uncle, selling food everywhere every day?”

Looking into the hopeful eyes of the boy, Wu Wei felt a bit dazed.

The boy’s appearance overlapped with his own child self, making him realize that here, he had already become the person he had always aspired to be.

Ruffling the boy’s hair, Wu Wei said earnestly, “Of course, you can.”