CHAPTER 264: CHAPTER 264: THE MIRACULOUS CHANGE BROUGHT BY JIANG FENG!

What does it feel like when you have crowds of people running toward you?

It’s like the bugle call has sounded, and the soldiers launch a charge, determined to capture the enemy alive.

Jiang Feng watched the customers swarm toward him, still a bit surprised. This place had suddenly become so bustling. Previously a niche and secluded check-in spot, it had now become a popular tourist attraction.

Several live-streamers excitedly held up their phones, broadcasting to their audiences.

"Look, it’s Boss Jiang! It’s really him!"

"Mission to find Boss Jiang, successfully completed!"

"He actually ran off to a wind farm in Wenzhou!"

The viewers in the live streams were overjoyed at this sight. Everyone laughed as they left comments:

"If people had this ability back then, Huang He, the boss of Jiangnan Leather Factory, wouldn’t have been able to flee!"

"General MacArthur once said that if there was anyone in the world he wanted to find, it could only be Boss Jiang. If God wouldn’t allow him to search for Boss Jiang, then he would go looking for God."

"My goodness, you guys managed to find such a remote place!"

"This wind farm is going to be a hit!"

The titles on many live-streamers’ channels declared that Boss Jiang had been found, causing their viewer counts to rapidly increase. The audience, seeing the topic of finding Boss Jiang, couldn’t help but wonder where he was now, what delicious food he was selling, and if its taste was still as good as before.

So far, nothing Jiang Feng had made had ever been a flop. His culinary skills were recognized by many. But the better his reputation, the more people wanted to see him mess up.

Jiang Feng drove his food truck slowly onto the small square, parking it in the same spot as before. He set up the tables and chairs, but with so many people, four tables and twelve chairs were nowhere near enough.

"Boss Jiang, long time no see!"

"We came all the way here just for you!"

"What’s on the menu this week?"

"The food you make is just too delicious!"

Many people greeted him. While some were live-streamers, many more were Jiang Feng’s regulars. Once they had tasted his delectable dishes, they could never forget the flavor, so they returned. After all, not everyone was there for online traffic.

Jiang Feng recognized the middle-aged man at the front of the line; his name was Wang He. Jiang Feng had seen him a few times. Wang He was retired and had nothing much to do, so he enjoyed indulging in good food. Good food didn’t necessarily have to be expensive or rare, but rather, of high quality. After tasting Jiang Feng’s roast duck, Wang He frequently lined up to buy Jiang Feng’s culinary creations. Especially during the time Jiang Feng was selling West Lake Sour Fish by West Lake, Wang He came every day.

In the realm of gastronomy, his taste was ’old-school’ and very picky; there weren’t many foods he would rate highly. Even though Jiang Feng was a street vendor, after Wang He tried his food once, he knew Jiang Feng’s cooking skills were absolutely top-notch. He was indeed a first-class chef.

Dishes from first-class chefs are not easy to come by; sometimes, one must make a special request. But with Jiang Feng’s offerings, all one needed to do was get in line. And that’s exactly what Wang He enjoyed doing.

Jiang Feng’s fan base was diverse. Many female fans were drawn to his good looks and cooking skills, as well as his neat and tidy appearance. Many male fans admired him for being so wealthy yet low-profile, finding him incredibly cool. And then there were the food connoisseurs who recognized his top-tier culinary skills and just wanted to enjoy food prepared by a great chef.

Wang He believed that eating was the greatest joy in life; if you eat well, everything else falls into place.

"Uncle, you’re here again?" Seeing Wang He, Jiang Feng also greeted him with a smile.

Wang He was not much of a talker. He always came quietly, ate his fill, and rarely made small talk. Looking at the food truck’s menu, he replied, "I’ll have a bowl of Pig Offal Noodles and a bowl of Lean Meatballs."

Jiang Feng nodded, "All right, just a moment."

He began to busy himself. He took a handful of minced meat, using chopsticks to meticulously push it into the pot. Then he prepared a bowl of sour and spicy soup, and the lean meatballs were ready. He then boiled the rice noodles in broth for a while, lifted them out into a bowl, added chopped pig intestines, duck blood, and a sprinkle of garlic chives. The Pig Offal Noodles were ready.

Although these were common street foods, Jiang Feng’s recipes were unique, and he carefully selected his ingredients. Therefore, the food he made always had a refreshing and appetizing taste—clean, comfortable, and stimulating to the appetite.

The fresh aroma of the intestines and rice noodles wafted up to Wang He, bringing him a sense of contentment. This was the sensation he sought.

That feeling of cleanliness, hygiene, and the full expression of the ingredients’ natural flavors. It sounded simple, but for someone as discerning as Wang He, finding such quality food was difficult. Yet every visit to Jiang Feng’s stall always provided that experience. This miraculous skill in the culinary arts made Wang He hold Jiang Feng’s stall in the highest regard.

In fact, among the customers who traveled great distances to the wind farm, only a few were motivated by online traffic or excitement; the majority came for the food. Therefore, when Jiang Feng saw many familiar faces, he would decide to make more the next day, allowing more people to taste his creations. It was a mutual dedication between the chef and the diners.

Wang He couldn’t wait to start tasting the Pig Offal Noodles. The rice noodles were extraordinarily chewy and flavorful. They required some effort to slurp up completely, and the rich broth instantly filled his mouth. The rice noodles were very bouncy; as he chewed, he could feel them bouncing back and forth in his mouth. The surface of the rice noodles was slippery; if his mouth hadn’t been just so accommodating, the noodles might have bounced off somewhere unknown. It was the pure joy of slurping noodles.

For those who preferred strong flavors and loved eating pork intestines, this bowl of Pig Offal Noodles was truly satisfying. Wang He had a big appetite. Soon, he had devoured the entire bowl—the rice noodles, intestines, duck blood, side dishes, and all the soup. Nothing was left.

Then, he started to carefully savor the taste of the lean meatballs. The meatballs had been thoroughly mixed with a variety of seasonings in the meat grinder, each fiber exuding fragrance. It was still an ultimate culinary delight.

After finishing everything, Wang He wiped his mouth and left contentedly. He planned to come back again tomorrow.

Every time he did this, his family knew, and his son knew too. His son even found it peculiar. "You’re a retired old man, so why have you started acting like a groupie, chasing after Boss Jiang every day?" he wondered.

Wang He’s response was that his son didn’t know jack. Eating at Jiang Feng’s stall more often, he mused, might even lead to a longer life.

Jiang Feng’s business became bustling. Moreover, perhaps because most of his customers were regulars, everyone voluntarily lined up and even monitored each other, so things remained orderly. Aside from a few live-streamers chattering nonstop nearby, little else disturbed the peace. The scene was indeed peculiar.

Xu Wenling also came by today. She approached the food truck and apologized to Jiang Feng, somewhat guiltily. "Boss Jiang, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect the picture I shared to blow up like that. Everyone immediately recognized you."

Hearing this, Jiang Feng generously said, "It’s nothing, I’m used to it. For me, quiet or bustling, it’s all business. I can handle either."

Jiang Feng appeared relaxed, as composed as ever.

Xu Wenling felt even more embarrassed, not as carefree as before.

"Isn’t it good now? Everyone seems happy," Jiang Feng said, noticing her guilt and offering further comfort.

Hearing Jiang Feng’s words, Xu Wenling felt much better. This incident had deepened her impression of Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng continued to busy himself preparing delicacies for his customers. Nearby, Sun Zhuangfei was busy tidying up.

Customers arrived full of anticipation. After tasting Jiang Feng’s Pig Offal Noodles and Lean Meatballs, that anticipation transformed into pure satisfaction.

"It really is different when a great chef makes the food! It just feels different!"

"Yeah, the same lean meatballs taste exceptionally delicious when he makes them!"

"Boss Jiang is truly an extraordinary talent! Which top chef would set up a stall and let us common folks eat at will?"

"Anyway, since I know where he sets up his stall, I’ll definitely go as long as I can make it!"

A few customers discussed among themselves.

At this very moment, many people were still rushing towards the wind farm.

Today, the taxi driver Niu Lei had gotten three fares going from the station to the wind farm. Niu Lei himself was somewhat baffled. A phone was mounted on his holder, and in their group chat, many taxi drivers were continuously exchanging voice messages.

Another taxi driver said, "Does anyone know what’s going on? Today a lot of people from out of town are heading towards Mount Pingyang. What are they up to?"

Upon hearing this, Niu Lei immediately pressed the voice button and replied, "Me too, this is the third fare already!"

Then, another taxi driver’s voice message chimed in: "I know! There’s a famous chef at the wind farm, the one with the stall. He’s really popular online, and people are flocking there to eat!"

Hearing this, everyone suddenly understood.

"I know him, I’ve seen his videos!"

"He’s come to our place? No wonder everyone’s heading towards Mount Pingyang!"

"We should go there at noon to wait for fares. Those people will want to return to the city. It’s definitely good for business!"

"With this situation, today’s income is bound to double!" they realized excitedly.

The taxi drivers were especially delighted.

Jiang Feng’s arrival had brought many customers. The business of hotels and taxis improved. In essence, it was a boost to the local tourism economy.

Nowadays, many places are vigorously developing tourism, even inviting celebrities to endorse their hometowns, hoping to increase local finances. Jiang Feng’s presence had indeed brought some changes to this district.

Some local tourism departments noticed this change. They even considered inviting Jiang Feng to set up his stall. If Jiang Feng were willing to come to their city, he could set up his stall wherever he wanted, and the tourism bureau would even handle security. After all, the popularity of Zibo barbecue and Tianshui Spicy Hotpot had generated enormous foot traffic. Using high-quality, affordable food to drive tourism had become a common strategy, and other cities were eager to replicate this success.