"What's wrong, you don't believe me?" William Carter chuckled, rolled up his sleeves, and walked behind the stall. "Actually, I'm quite talented. Stir-frying some liangfen is nothing, just a small matter."

After saying this, he took the spatula from Lillian Reed's hand, flipped it a couple of times, poured two spoonfuls of oil onto the griddle, and began to stir-fry the noodles.

Very soon, Lillian Reed's eyes widened as she stared at William Carter, speechless.

This was no longer just stir-frying noodles—it was an art form.

William Carter didn't dump all the noodles onto the griddle at once. Instead, he held the spatula in one hand and tossed the pre-cut liangfen onto the griddle with the other. It looked casual, but the amount he tossed each time seemed precisely calculated—not a piece more, not a piece less.

Once the liangfen landed on the griddle and turned just golden brown, William Carter would gently lift it, sending it into the air in a beautiful arc before it landed softly back on the griddle. For a moment, the air was filled with glistening, translucent pieces of liangfen, and under the control of the small spatula, not a single piece broke or got burnt.

While controlling the liangfen, William Carter also remembered to add the sauce at just the right moment. With his mastery of heat, the timing of adding the sauce was perfect, allowing the flavor to be fully released without any damage. The flying pieces of liangfen were like obedient little sprites, each coated with just the right amount of sauce, as if calculated by a computer—not too much, not too little.

"This is amazing..."

Lillian Reed's breathing grew rapid. Even after watching her father stir-fry noodles for decades, she had never seen such skillful technique. At this moment, in her eyes, William Carter was no longer just stir-frying noodles—he was a painter, a calligrapher. What he was creating wasn't just food, but art, life itself...

"Uncle Zhou, you're incredible! So amazing, wow!" Little Alice was watching with stars in her eyes, clapping her little hands until they turned red.

As each piece of liangfen turned golden brown, Lillian Reed's gaze grew even more intense. It was actually golden on three sides! The highest level of stir-frying—three sides golden! The remaining side still retained its emerald green color. Each piece of liangfen looked like jade wrapped in gold, dazzling to behold.

"It smells so good..."

"This stir-fried liangfen looks so beautiful, just looking at it makes me want to eat."

"Come on, let's go take a look!"

Waves of strange, delicious aroma wafted from Lillian Reed's stall, quickly overpowering the 'Third Generation Stir-fried Noodles' across the street. Many customers who had been waiting in line over there were drawn over, gathering around William Carter and exclaiming in amazement.

The herd mentality is a powerful thing. Soon, half the snack street was drawn over, forming a crowd several layers deep, with people constantly voicing their admiration. Anyone who didn't know better would think a big celebrity had arrived.

Without a doubt, this batch of liangfen was snatched up by customers in an instant. Lillian Reed and Little Alice only managed to get a small plate each thanks to being the stall owners, squatting to the side and eating with relish.

"It's so delicious! How can it smell this good? It's the same sauce, the same liangfen, so how can Big Brother Carter make it taste so amazing... Could it be that his family also sells stir-fried noodles?"

Lillian Reed felt her eyes grow moist. William Carter's skill reminded her of the first time she tasted her father's stir-fried noodles as a child—that was her childhood...

Little Alice didn't have so many feelings. She finished her portion in just a few bites and ran over to snatch some from Lillian Reed. But when she got there, she realized her aunt didn't have any left either...

The customers who tasted the first batch of 'William Carter brand' liangfen immediately became the most loyal supporters and walking advertisements for 'Central Plains Stir-fried Noodles.' None of them wanted to leave, all determined to buy a second serving. But as more and more people crowded in, fights for spots broke out, even leading to physical scuffles and shouting matches. It almost turned into a brawl, and it was only when the market managers intervened that order was barely restored.

William Carter's hands never stopped, and tray after tray of stir-fried noodles sold like hotcakes. In less than an hour, the more than fifty jin of liangfen that Lillian Reed had brought was completely sold out. The customers who didn't get any could only look longingly at the stall, leaving in deep disappointment.

"Ding, master has made 248 servings of food and gained a total of 25 upgrade potential points..."

"In just this short time, I made over 200 servings of liangfen? And got 25 potential points?"

William Carter was a bit stunned. According to the system's side profession settings, every serving of food made would earn 0.1 upgrade potential points. He hadn't paid much attention to it before, since 0.1 points seemed so little, but now that he was actually doing it, the speed of gaining points was surprisingly fast. In just this short while, he had earned as many points as would normally take 25 days of passive accumulation. It was truly a case of good deeds being rewarded—he had only helped out because he saw Lillian Reed struggling, but he ended up benefiting himself as well.

"Big Brother Carter, you're amazing."

Lillian Reed stared blankly at William Carter, still thinking she must be dreaming.