Chapter 993: Boomerang and Chef's Revenge: Four Hours Is Not Too Late!

The night market stalls were quickly set up; of course, Broly and Soma Yukihira's stall here didn't have much to set up — nothing more than moving the mobile kitchen stove down from the delivery tricycle, installing the portable gas canisters, hooking up the bottled water, and setting up the wok; at most, Soma Yukihira also took out a small whiteboard and wrote on it: 【Yukihira Diner Tokyo Night Market Stall Branch】.

After setting up, the two stood behind the stall waiting for customers to come patronize them, but as they stood there, Soma Yukihira sat down on the tricycle's cargo bed, and after a while he lay down; this night stall wasn't quite the busy situation he had imagined — not a single passerby came over to patronize them.

"Hey, Soma, is it normal for our side to have no customers patronizing us?"

Broly looked at the pedestrian street bustling with people coming and going, unusually lively, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"This—"

Soma Yukihira's face showed a hesitant expression; honestly, he had never set up a night stall before, he had only watched others do it, but in his impression of night stalls, it should be impossible for it to be this deserted.

"Hehe, you two youngsters, you must be Totsuki Academy students, right?"

Just then, the owner of the neighboring stall, after serving a customer who patronized his small stall, took the initiative to strike up a conversation with them.

"Yeah, we're students, what about it?"

Soma Yukihira didn't deny it; after all, he was still wearing the school uniform issued by Totsuki Academy.

"Although Totsuki Academy is famous in the culinary world, students who can study there can be called reserve elite chefs without exaggeration.

But ah, don't underestimate the night market; the stall owners of snack stalls that can survive here, which one's skills haven't been strictly selected by countless customers?

Even setting up a stall has its particulars, not like you guys————"

The middle-aged stall owner spoke, looking the mobile kitchen stove's shabby condition up and down, then his face revealed a very obvious look of contempt.

"Just randomly prop up a stall and think you can do business in the night market; I say, you'd better take your stuff and go back to your school, that way you'll waste less ingredients."

"No, this uncle, what do you mean by that?"

The neighboring stall owner's contemptuous look made Soma Yukihira raise his eyebrows and retort.

"His meaning is, as practical night market street snack stall owners, we are not something you student kids with only theoretical experience can compare to; even if you are Totsuki Academy students, it's still no good!"

On the right side, another stall owner selling takoyaki also chimed in to explain.

And regarding the other party's words, the middle-aged yakisoba stall owner nodded slightly, with no intention of denying it.

Soon, passersby came to patronize the two's small stalls, and these two stall owners also stopped paying attention to Broly and Soma Yukihira's side.

"These two guys' words are a bit infuriating, but why do I find them a bit familiar?!"

Soma Yukihira furrowed his brows.

"Isn't this the same kind of words you said on the opening ceremony lectern some time ago to the other Totsuki Academy students————"

Broly reminded from the side.

"Ah, I see, no wonder I felt it sounded a bit familiar!"

Soma Yukihira suddenly realized.

"However, from an objective angle, were my words originally this infuriating?"

And he also realized belatedly, reacting that this was a boomerang he had once thrown at the other Totsuki Academy students.

"You're only realizing now."

Broly retorted, feeling this guy's nerves might be even thicker than his own; even he could see it, yet the other party unexpectedly only reacted after being mocked back.

However, play is play, fuss is fuss; others relying on their good business to mock their own stall's bad business made Broly's gaze toward the yakisoba stall gradually turn unfriendly.

Just as he was thinking whether to secretly sabotage the two neighboring stalls, like summoning a water elemental to sneak into the kitchen truck and pour water to extinguish the other's furnace, Soma Yukihira tossed over an apron.

"Broly-san, time to work!"

"Work what?"

Broly withdrew his gaze, looking at Soma Yukihira with some puzzlement.

"Naturally, it's making fried rice."

The red-haired youth said as a matter of course.

"But there aren't any customers?"

Broly looked at their own empty stall front, somewhat confused.

"Good wine also fears a deep alley; we just came out to set up a stall, no one here knows us, our stall is shabby too; if I were a roadside customer, I probably wouldn't come patronize either."

"Then what's this about?"

"First make fried rice for us to eat, let our fried rice's aroma spread out, that way we can attract strange roadside customers."

Soma Yukihira hadn't thought deeply before, but now that he was mocked, his brain seemed to be activated.

"Okay, I'll make the fried rice, Broly-san you handle the prep cutting; remember, no need to cut too fast, mainly to show off knife skills."

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"Since it's an open-kitchen roadside stall, we mustn't miss any means to attract customers, and a chef's knife work is also a link in attracting customers."

Soma Yukihira tied on a headscarf at some point, and Broly listened to his words, holding a toy-like small kitchen knife, and began *dada-da* cutting carrots on the cutting board.

Not cutting small cubes, but deliberately increasing difficulty to cut sawtooth-shaped small triangles; Soma Yukihira, seeing this flawless knife work beside him, couldn't help but raise his own thumb: "Broly-san, awesome!"

Cutting slowly, he could also cut like this, but Broly's *dada-da*, continuous, very rhythmic rapid knife drops — he absolutely couldn't do that, unless using special sawtooth knife tools.

"Broly-san, you're showing off this much, then I can't fall behind either; hmm, Broly-san, give me some pre-cut ingredients first————"

After receiving the ingredients, Soma Yukihira started the fire, cracked eggs into the wok single-handedly, and began making fried rice with grand sweeping motions.

"No way, not a single customer, what are you two getting all fired up for?!"

The yakisoba stall owner glanced over at this side, suddenly seeing the two bustling with activity, and couldn't help but retort.

But really, the rapid rhythmic knife sounds, and the *Sasha* sound of fried rice rapidly flying in the wok, still attracted some passersby to stop and watch.

"No way, so fried rice is made like this? Isn't it supposed to be carefully spatula-tossed in the wok?"

A female passerby who wasn't good at cooking asked in surprise.

"People who haven't practiced wok-tossing or lack strength, it's very hard to make the rice present a waterfall wave state flying up and down in the wok; this wok-tossing technique is definitely professional level."

A male passerby pushed his glasses, seemingly answering the girl's words.

"Dicing carrots, shouldn't it be claw hand, blade against finger back slowly cutting? What the hell is this constantly changing angles, only using the knife tip to cut?!"

Laymen watch the excitement, experts see the technique; Soma Yukihira's pan-tossing was something a normal person could barely imitate with a little practice, but Broly's cutting method was downright inhuman—no normal person could cut like that.

But there was no helping it; if he didn't cut that way, the ingredients prepared for the stall would probably all be cut up by him in an instant.

After cutting, what's the point of showing off any knife skills at all—was he supposed to cut air?

Broly was also cooperating with Soma Yukihira, striving to demonstrate his knife skills.

As more and more people gathered around, Soma Yukihira figured it was about time, so he turned up the furnace fire and started adding ingredients and sprinkling green onion.

The fried rice, which already had a fragrance drifting out, had its aroma surge even more when stirred by the high heat and green onion.

"Gulp~"

Some passersby who hadn't eaten dinner yet subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

"Smells like it's kind of fragrant~"

"Of course it's fragrant, you can tell the heat is right at a glance."

"Why not, buy a portion?!"

A girl looked at her boyfriend beside her.

"Okay," the boy agreed, then stepped forward and asked, "Boss, how do you sell your fried rice?"

"Cheng Hui, six hundred yen."

Soma Yukihira smiled, handed over the fried rice packed in a lunch box, and said.

The set price for roadside stall fried rice was generally about the same as yakisoba.

At Yukihira Diner, fried rice with clear soup stock sold for 850 yen a portion.

The regular version was priced at 600 yen a portion—not cheap, but not expensive either.

"Alright, then give me one portion. By the way, Boss, do you have no chairs here?"

"Sorry, Customer, we do mobile fried rice and don't provide chairs for customers to sit on. However, if you don't mind, you can sit on the three-wheeled cart and eat while holding it."

Soma Yukihira pointed to the small three-wheeled cargo cart parked at the side-rear of the stall and said. The boy frowned, found the angle was just right to see the operations at the stove side, and said nothing more, pulling his girlfriend over.

", This fried rice is really delicious!"

The freshly cooked, properly heated fried rice tasted extremely amazing. After the boy's girlfriend took a bite, she directly exclaimed.

"Boss, give me a portion of fried rice too!"

Hearing this, other passersby who had stopped also no longer hesitated, and more people came over to place orders.

"No problem."

Soma Yukihira agreed and started stir-frying again.

"First time setting up a stall; currently only one flavor. You can choose to omit certain ingredients, but there are no extra ingredient options."

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Soma Yukihira stir-fried while responding to customers' inquiries. Since people have a herd mentality, the onlookers at this stall grew more and more, and those coming to order also increased. The furnace fire never stopped once it was lit, completely stunning the other two stall owners.

"Soma-kun, I've finished cutting the side dishes. Want me to take over?"

"Sure, Broly-san, you take over. My hands are sore from tossing the pan."

After tossing the pan continuously for over an hour, Soma Yukihira's left forearm was now rock hard.

", Boss, the cook has changed. Will the taste change?"

Some customers saw the fried rice cook change and were a bit worried.

"No, also, this person is the actual stall owner. I'm just a helper. If you feel he doesn't cook well, I can re-cook it for you later."

Soma Yukihira explained this, which dispelled the customers' doubts.

He stopped stir-frying the fried rice and instead started helping collect money and make change at the side.

After another couple of hours or so, the furnace fire finally stopped.

It wasn't that there were no more customers, but that all the ingredients had been used up.

Over one hundred twenty portions of fried rice, nearly four hours of business hours, averaging one portion every two minutes.

"Boss, will you come again tomorrow?"

"We should come again."

"Do you have other flavors of fried rice?"

"We can increase the variety."

"I want to eat fried noodles. Do you have them?"

After answering some customers' questions, the two began cleaning up the trash by the stall. Soma Yukihira held the broom he had brought, sweeping up tissues and lunch boxes on the ground, and along the way went over to the neighboring yakisoba stall owner's stall.

"Boss, this is our first time setting up at a night market. We're inexperienced, but we'd like to consult you, a senior night market stall owner. As for the foot traffic just now, do you think it counts as good?!"

Soma Yukihira wasn't one to suffer a loss. As a hot-blooded young man, he took revenge for the mockery just now, four hours later, right on the spot.

The middle-aged stall owner felt his face being slapped again and again, and regretted a bit why he had spoken to mock these two young students.

"As expected of Totsuki Academy's top students. You should be in your second year of high school, right?"

Instead, the takoyaki stall owner had a strong desire not to be slapped in the face and actively started praising them.

"No, we're freshmen. My big brother here has only been learning to cook for no more than two weeks."

Of course, even if he voluntarily softened his stance, Soma Yukihira still had to jump in face.

But jumping face was one thing; the relationship wasn't soured.

After jumping face, Soma Yukihira actively bought one portion of the cuisine each from the two neighbors' stalls.

After Soma Yukihira finished jumping faces, he voluntarily bought one share of the cooking each of the two Neighbors operated at their stalls.

After eating, he nodded, but didn't speak to belittle the cuisine sold by the two.

"The onions weren't stir-fried long enough; they weren't stir-fried fragrant."

"The onion wasn't stir-fried long enough; it wasn't stir-fried fragrant."

However, after Broly ate the fried noodles, he pointed out a problem.

"Once the quantity of noodles stir-fried on the teppanyaki increases, it indeed cannot be as refined as what we stir-fry in a single wok."

Moving the mobile cooking station onto the tricycle, cleaning up the trash and taking it all away together, Broly and Soma Yukihira drove the small tricycle out of the stall owners' sight.

Several neighboring stall owners exchanged glances, feeling that Totsuki Academy truly deserved its reputation as a higher education institution of the culinary world; even two freshmen casually stepping out possessed such absurd strength, and on their first time setting up a night market stall, they managed to create the scene of a popular food cart with such a crude stall.

But speaking of which, after the crowd was drawn over here, the business of us neighbors not only didn't suffer, but actually improved instead.

", you two left the academy to set up a night market stall?"

After returning to Polar Star Dormitory, upon learning the reason why Broly and Soma Yukihira returned late, Isshiki Satoshi and the others were somewhat stunned.

"How were the results?"

Yoshino Yuuki curiously asked.

"Over one hundred twenty portions of fried rice ingredients, all sold out in less than four hours, total turnover exceeding seventy thousand yen."

Soma Yukihira reported the results.

"How much was the cost?"

Marui Zenji pressed further, wanting to calculate the cost.

"Including expenses like obtaining permits, the net profit in hand is just over thirty thousand."

"Two people, nearly four hours, over thirty thousand yen, so your hourly rate is around thirty-seven hundred."

"More than three times the legally mandated minimum hourly wage; can night market stalls really earn this much?"

Yoshino Yuuki felt somewhat tempted upon hearing this, as her expenses for raising game animals were not small.

Although ingredients could already be sold to achieve a cycle, having another channel to earn money as a subsidy would also be good.

Mm, then she could raise even more game animals.

"You can earn money, but it's not that easy; fried rice, over one hundred twenty portions, four hours of non-stop wok tossing—just thinking about it, my tendonitis acts up."

"That's true."

Isshiki Satoshi's words gained the agreement of the others; they had all tossed woks before and knew the difficulty of this thing—it was entirely high-intensity physical labor.

"Well, it's not that hard."

", Soma, is your stamina really that good?"

"No, I only tossed for over an hour; the following two-plus hours were all tossed by Broly-san, and I think his condition after tossing shouldn't be tired."

Everyone looked at Broly; the other party, having just finished bathing, wore a black vest, and his exposed arms were as thick as their thighs.

"A wok that feels somewhat heavy to us should be very light for him."

"Indeed light."

Broly nodded, without denying.

"Broly-san, this is yours, this is mine."

", isn't it fifty-fifty?"

"Different effort; you put in more effort, so after deducting costs, I'll take thirty percent of tonight's net profit."

Soma Yukihira straightforwardly settled the accounts.

"Fine."

Broly did not refuse either.

"By the way, Broly-san, why did you suddenly want to set up a night market stall?"

"Ah, this one—"

Soma Yukihira actively came over to help explain.

"He treated us to pufferfish sashimi, spending all his living expenses; it was my suggestion to have him set up a stall to earn money."

【Can't possibly tell you all that he originally wanted to rob the rich bad people to relieve his own poverty—】