Chapter 22 The Feeling of Home

Tang Xiaowei looked aggrieved, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

"The things your god of a man makes are too delicious, I think I'm addicted! I got up in the middle of the night yesterday and finished everything!"

Tong Ya felt helpless, "We went to the Youth Palace today; we can't bring any for you! How about ordering some takeout to tide you over?"

"Wow!" Tang Xiaowei cried out like a child.

"It's all your fault for letting me taste something so delicious! I can't live without your god of a man anymore!"

Tong Ya rolled her eyes, "Go eat something fast, don't really starve yourself to death!"

Tang Xiaowei suddenly stopped crying and then, like a rogue, sprawled on the ground, clutching at Tong Ya's leg.

"I'm totally on your side now, hurry up and conquer your man so I can go over and mooch meals without shame!"

Tong Ya snorted lightly, "Just for the sake of food, you completely sold me out!"

"How can I be blamed, it's only because your man cooks so well! It's all because you brought his cooking back for me to taste!"

Tong Ya pouted, feeling as if somehow she was the one at fault!

"All right, all right, I'll definitely bring more for you tomorrow, hurry up and order that takeout!"

...

Fang Yuan sat in the villa's hall, elegantly eating her steak.

A timid assistant at her side held a notebook, crunching some numbers.

"Sister Yuan, our people have been watching near the food truck all day. Based on the foot traffic and the prices, a rough calculation suggests that the food truck's daily sales could reach sixty thousand, and the cost might be at most twenty thousand!"

Fang Yuan paused momentarily while cutting her steak.

That meant Chen Yu's daily net profit had already reached forty thousand!

Although, compared to her acting income, it wasn't as much.

But acting only feeds you while you're young, business lasts a lifetime.

Chen Yu, just by running a food truck, was able to achieve such incredible revenue.

If he were left to develop further, in no time at all, he could very likely become a local tycoon.

"How come I never realized he had such ability before?"

Mentally complaining, Fang Yuan vigorously cut off another piece of steak, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed it with grinding teeth.

"Sister Yuan, why did you have me investigate such a small shop?"

Fang Yuan suddenly turned around, her fierce gaze startling the assistant.

"Didn't I eat breakfast from that place last time? I found it delicious, so I wanted to check it out, is there a problem with that?"

The assistant shook her head repeatedly, "Sister Yuan, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving!"

"Wait a minute!" Fang Yuan took out five hundred yuan from her bag and handed it to the assistant.

"Go buy five hundred yuan worth of fried cakes and vegetable pastries early tomorrow morning and bring them to the set, I'm treating everyone!"

"Oh, thank you Sister Yuan!" The assistant thanked her and left the villa cheerfully.

Fang Yuan sat alone, silent for a long while, suddenly picked up the plate, and threw it violently on the ground.

"No, I can't let him make a fortune!"

...

At three in the morning, Chen Yu was woken by the alarm in his earbuds.

As he left the food truck, he saw the delivery man bringing the raw materials.

Tong Ya also arrived just before or after these delivery men.

Since the delivery men had already seen Tong Ya, they didn't say much and left after delivering the materials.

Chen Yu seemed to have gotten used to Tong Ya's presence, merely calling her to join him in the food trailer.

"These past few days, I've noticed that the fried cakes and vegetable turnovers you make taste so good, and a large part of that reason is because the dough is kneaded well!"

Chen Yu was somewhat surprised, "You've observed quite meticulously! Actually, the quality of the flour and water, as well as the proportion of the two and the fermentation time, all affect the final product's taste!"

A look of admiration twinkled in Tong Ya's eyes, "Who would have thought that there's so much knowledge in kneading dough!"

Chen Yu smiled, "Isn't it just like life? Perhaps because of a minor reason, someone's entire life can be ruined."

Tong Ya had already mastered the technique of preparing the fillings. Without Chen Yu's guidance, she was quite skilled at doing it herself.

It may have been because it was Monday, but it wasn't until 4:30 that customers gradually began to show up.

And it was this extra half hour that allowed Chen Yu to prepare plenty of semi-finished products.

Only today, there were many new faces.

Moreover, these people, after buying the fried cakes and vegetable turnovers, hurried off as if they were thieves in a hurry.

Chen Yu didn't think much of it, focusing meticulously on making his fried cakes and vegetable turnovers.

By six in the morning, there was a mountain of people in front of the food trailer, and Chen Yu felt he almost couldn't keep up.

Zhang Fan, as usual, came to the food trailer in a hurry.

Chen Yu had already prepared his order.

But just as he handed over the fried cakes and vegetable turnovers, Zhang Fan suddenly climbed into the trailer.

"Old Chen! You need to be careful these days; I feel like someone's out to get you!"

Chen Yu was momentarily stunned, "I haven't offended anyone, who would be out to harm me?"

"Old Chen, it's not that your food trailer is too popular! I just saw in the group chat that several breakfast vendors have made the same vegetable turnovers and fried cakes as you! But not only are theirs bigger, but they're also doing a buy five, get one free deal!"

Chen Yu smiled, "Everyone's in business, and besides, breakfast food is all the same; nobody has decreed that they can't make the same things as me."

Zhang Fan sighed helplessly, "You! Your heart is too kind. If it were me, I'd have grabbed my weapon and gone to settle the score with them by now! Anyway, watch your back."

"I'll remember your warning!"

Zhang Fan waved his hand, "I've also made arrangements with the landlord for you. He will come over after twelve noon; don't forget, ah!"

"Alrighty!"

After Zhang Fan left, Tong Ya too pursed her lips.

"If you ask me, you should apply for a patent for your fried cakes and vegetable turnovers. Then let's see if they dare to steal!"

"Rest assured, nobody can steal my stuff! Even if they know the recipe, they don't know the exact method!"

Tong Ya nodded, "You're right, just the technique for kneading the dough is enough for them to learn for a lifetime."

Perhaps because she was too tired yesterday, Tuan Tuan only woke up at this moment.

"Oh no, it's already so late! Daddy, Teacher Tong Ya, why didn't you wake me up?"

Tong Ya smiled gently, "Hurry up and get ready, we need to go to school soon!"

Tuan Tuan pouted, clearly unhappy.

But after glancing at the time, she had no choice but to go and wash up first.

By six fifty, Tong Ya too seemed reluctant to take off her apron and gloves.

"I'll take Tuan Tuan to school first! If you really can't manage on your own, take a break. Don't wear yourself out!"

Chen Yu's movements paused for a moment.

It seemed that for many years, this was the first time someone had cared whether he was tired or not.

In the first few years with Fang Yuan, what he heard every day, apart from complaints, was all kinds of grievances!

In that moment, Chen Yu inexplicably felt the sense of having a 'family'.