God-Tier Egg Fried Rice: The Entire Military District Begs Me to Set Up a Stall!

Cheng Kai: “Shen Yuan, I told you to sell egg fried rice outside the base, not to make your improved version smell better than the mess hall’s cooking. Why are the soldiers all fighting to buy two servings?”

Gu Ye: “Shen Yuan, we were leading a team through the mountains to find drug dealers. How did you suddenly pinpoint their location? Where did that dark green radar map come from?”

Xu Chen: “Shen Yuan, my synovitis hurts so much I can barely straighten my back. What’s in that ancestral medicinal liquor you made? I rubbed it on, and three minutes later I was hauling supplies!”

Wiping down his open-top off-roader, Shen Yuan mutters to himself: “What? The leadership wants to recommend me as an adviser for military-civilian cooperation? Come on, I’m just a cook. All I want is to make enough money to reach a hundred million!”