It wasn’t until the next day when Chen Mo woke up that he discovered, inexplicably, a new quest appeared in his mind’s task guide.

[Skill Seeking·Five: Fusion]

[As a qualified chef, merely mastering various culinary techniques to perfection isn’t enough. We hope you aren’t just chasing giants, but also stand on the shoulders of giants to surpass them.]

[Using your current understanding of various ingredients and cooking techniques, create at least 5 fusion dishes (including snacks), and each dish must reach a sales turnover of 50,000 Yuan.]

[During this mission, your food cart’s operating hours are 24 hours a day until the mission ends.]

[Mission Rewards: Skills*1]

Seeing the mission rewards, Chen Mo felt a little disheartened. If it’s a skill-based reward, you’d only know what it is once you receive it.

But this mission seems quite interesting, a development direction Chen Mo had never considered before.

"System, help me sort out the vendor certificates."

Such matters are routine for the system, requiring no effort from Chen Mo.

[Please wait...]

[Given your current situation, the system can apply for "Vendor Certificate," "Health Permit," "Business Registration," "Fire Safety Inspection" and other certifications for you.]

[Unable to apply for a legal night market stall license, can only apply for a "Temporary Road Use Permit," would you like to proceed?]

"Wait, hold on..."

Chen Mo felt a bit confused.

Let’s say back inland, arranging a tricycle, completing the health certificates, finding a roadside to set up a stall was not a big issue.

Even if the enforcement officers investigate, as long as you apologize and avoid that spot next time, it’s not too problematic. Why here is it so troublesome?

[Master, you may not know...]

After the system’s explanation, Chen Mo finally understood the situation about street vending here.

Firstly, the vendor certificate and health permit are required conditions, and the business registration is for vendors whose daily turnover exceeds 80,000 Yuan.

At this level, you must pay taxes.

The system can help process all of these.

The difficulty lies in that legal night market stall licenses have certain conditions which Chen Mo does not meet.

He could, at most, obtain a "Temporary Road Use Permit," which doesn’t allow setting up in night markets but only on general roads or public places.

Moreover, by accident, one might set up in prohibited areas, leading not only to eviction but also hefty fines.

"Tsk, isn’t this too troublesome?"

[Please understand, the territory is too small.]

Chen Mo was speechless for quite a while, pondering; to complete this task, he must set up a stall, but without access to legal night markets, he could only find an allowable road to set up temporarily.

Such a nuisance.

"Alright, whatever can be done, do it first, take one step at a time!"

Since the system also requires time to process certificates, Chen Mo could only leave his food cart and venture out alone to continue sampling local delicacies.

This chosen route bypassed the night market, since he was now excluded from there.

Chen Mo even thought, if all else fails, he might as well take the fines and set up illegally, a desperate but necessary measure!

After wandering for about an hour, Chen Mo hadn’t found a restaurant that piqued his interest.

Moreover, checking several restaurant menus confirmed what he learned yesterday; the dishes here were ones he had seen in Min Cuisine and Cantonese Cuisine.

This made Chen Mo feel somewhat uninterested, even tempted to indulge in heavy dishes to lighten his mood.

As Chen Mo strolled to a main road outside a sparsely populated residential area, he detected a fragrant aroma from a distance.

"It’s the smell of batter!"

Quickening his pace, another surge of scent halted him abruptly, "Sweet bean sauce!"

Chen Mo suddenly recalled his peculiar skill acquired before; this skill likely enabled him to detect various aromas from afar easily and accurately guess the food being prepared.

Following the direction of the aroma.

This tantalizing scent, when all mingled, conjured a snack name in Chen Mo’s mind: pancake!

When one is unsure what to eat, choosing this snack is a guaranteed choice.

Chen Mo immediately picked up his pace.

Sure enough!

After rounding a corner, he saw at a short distance by the roadside a parked tricycle, its cargo box enclosed with an aluminum and glass cover.

Written on it: Authentic Tianjin Pancake.

An elderly man was operating it beside the cargo box, with a few young women queued ahead.

The street hosted only this one stall; evidently, the elderly man was vending here illegally.

Chen Mo licked his lips, thinking he might buy a pancake to munch on while looking for restaurants today.

"Boss, one pancake please."

"Alright!"

Responded the elderly man, instantly recognizing Chen Mo’s voice as local Tianjin dialect.

"Boss, could you add two fruits? Can you also add hot dog sausages?"

Generally, authentic pancakes don’t include hot dog sausages, but seeing the tricycle stocked with everything imaginable, even Wafer Rolls.

Obviously, the elderly man adapted the authentic recipe for better sales.

"I can add them. Let me finish for these two girls first, then I’ll make yours!"

"Deal!"

Chen Mo replied with a smile.

Conversing with Tianjin locals feels like listening to comic crosstalk, very amusing.

The elderly man appeared skilled; using a spoon, he ladled batter evenly onto the electrified griddle, then grasping the griddle handle, he forcefully spun it.

As the scraper landed on the griddle’s surface, the batter instantly transformed into a thin layer, beginning to solidify under high heat.

Chen Mo started anticipating, this high-carb wrap served with fruits and spicy pickles and snacks indeed looked appetizing.

Just then.

"Boss, it’s the police!" The girl in front suddenly whispered urgently, her eyes nervously flitting towards the street corner.

Following her gaze, Chen Mo indeed saw a car labeled "City Management" parked on the roadside.

The spatula in the elderly man’s hand shook, almost pricking the freshly made pancake skin.

"Oh dear!" The elderly man’s Tianjin accent intensified with distress, "These two girls’ pancakes are just a whisk away!"

"Hurry up, run away boss!" said the pony-tailed girl anxiously.

It seemed they were familiar with this scenario, given vendors need to pay daily fees ranging from three to four hundred Yuan for legal street vending rights in the city.

Ordinary folks doing small businesses struggle to earn enough to cover these fees, leading some to gamble on their luck, hoping not to get caught and fined.

No sooner said than done, the elderly man tossed the spatula onto the pancake skin, flipped onto the tricycle seat, released the parking brake, and pedaled fiercely.

"Oh, our money..."

Seeing this, the two girls realized belatedly they had paid but not yet received their pancakes.

The elderly man’s mind was elsewhere, for getting caught meant half a month’s earnings gone to waste.

For some reason, as the tricycle sped away, Chen Mo instinctively followed suit, probably because he truly craved a pancake.

He noticed the pancake skin on the griddle had begun to char at the edges; and hearing the girls’ worries, Chen Mo responded without hesitation, "Don’t panic! I’ll handle it!"

Running alongside the tricycle, Chen Mo twisted his torso, deftly flipping the pancake with his right hand while his left quickly cracked an egg onto the pancake!

With a scrape, the egg began to solidify, swiftly brushed with sweet bean sauce, not accounting for what the girls’ order price was.

He liberally sprinkled on chopped green onions, hot dog sausages, spicy pickles, and Wafer Rolls on the pancake.

The two girls, trailing the tricycle, stared bright-eyed at the scene.

Thinking a five Yuan pancake could offer such luxurious ingredients? Lucky indeed!

Chen Mo finished by placing fruits, continued his sprint, expertly folding the pancake with the spatula and cutting it in half to fold again.

"Done!"

That was merely one pancake.

Chen Mo glanced back, noticing the city enforcement trailing behind; he anxiously queried, "Boss, how long should we run?"

"Almost there, almost there!"

Chen Mo slightly panted, regretting not wearing a white shirt today.

Seeing the two girls still running alongside, in a moment of resolve, he ladled another portion of batter onto the electrified griddle.

Another fellow witnessing this, clutching a sandwich, was stunned.

"My goodness, is running while eating the new trend now?"

Unbelievable wow!