[Urban + System + food + street vending + feel-good power fantasy + episodic]
On the nineteenth day after being laid off, Lu Ye had just 412 yuan left in his account.
Then the System arrived.
Sell fifty portions of fried chicken cutlet in four hours, and earn a 30,000-yuan reward.
Great. Sounds great.
But when he did the math...
The food cart was rented at 200 yuan a day, and the charge applied even if he didn't set up shop. He had to pay for the ingredients himself. The price was fixed at 18 yuan, and the System wouldn't let him change it.
At that price, he was losing money.
After a month, the food was genuinely delicious, and his money was genuinely gone.
Worse, there was a rule: he had to set up in a different place each week, and he couldn't tell anyone where he'd be the following week.
Hundreds of people could only crisscross the whole city, hoping to find him.
A delivery driver asked him:
“Boss, where will you be next week?”
“I don't know.”
“Fair enough.” The man nodded. “Then I'll make sure to wash my truck next week.”
“...Why wash your truck?”
“In case I run into you.”
