I'm the King Of Technology

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The ships began moving.

And soon, they were out of sight.

The moon went down, the sun went up, the moon went down, the sun went up.

Time sprinkled away in a blink of an eye.

And before many knew it, 2 days had vanished.

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--The Capital City, Central Region, Carona.--

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The roads were busy and bubbling.

Look left, look right.

The entire place had come to life like a painting in motion.

"Chips~... Oh, chips!~... I'll have 3 fried eggs with tomato slices 3 large fries please!" Said a woman, rushing towards the already crowded street food stand.

The place was very, very busy.

But those making these foods all had smiles on their faces.

In the Capital, this place and several other aces were now dubbed the street food Sites in Carona.

For cleanliness and orderliness across the vast cities, these were the designated streets for street food.

But when did it all begin?

Of course it was when Baymard carried its many seminars!

Knowledge was power because once many peasants became enlightened, their entrepreneurial insights awakened within them.

They all wore smiles on their faces while making inspirational foods they had the privilege to taste while visiting Baymard.

In Baymard, one could find a variety of street foods like the one they called hot dogs.

It was a pity that these hot dogs needed to be stored at cool temperatures all the time for them to be good.

So in summer and Fall, Baymard restricted the supply of hot dogs out of its territory.

Deliberate food poisoning was a crime.

But in winter and early~Mid spring, hotdogs could be transported out.

The winters were icy, so some chose to freeze their hot dogs to solid before using it.

But if the transportation time or destination passed the cold seasons, then a merchant wouldn't be allowed to take hot dogs out.

Yes! There were solar fridges that one could use out of Baymard.

But for fear that some would be stingy in this aspect, Baymard made their decision.

After all, in this medieval world, it would make many know that most of the meat sold out was almost going bad.

Many businessmen would give the rich good meat and keep the bad to sell to the poor.

Why throw it away if you can make a quick buck from it?

These were the dangerous thoughts of these times.

In short, there were too many ifs and if not concerning meat.

And that's why many of them hardly bothered to get these items like hot dogs.

Instead, they attended seminars and sent their families into the Culinary academy to learn a thing or 2.

There was a seminar titled: Street Food.

That was the popular one amongst them, the peasants.

It was truly worth the money because after paying to attend the seminar, they got a basic understanding of street food art.

Rather than using hot dogs, why not use other meats with freshly supplied bread?

Of course, this trend of meat and bread wasn't rare

It has existed for years and years.

But maybe because the meat many ate weren't too good, many great that Baymard's bread and meat delivery was mind-blowing.

How did they do it?

Thanks to the seminar, they learned a few dos and don'ts, as well as using ingredients like mustard, ketchup, and whatnot.

Again, oil used to be something only nobles and those in palaces could afford.

In cooking, peasants like them only relied on boiling and roasting over a fire.

So even something as simple as frying an egg was a special delicacy.

One shouldn't forget that before, they lacked the equipment.

But now, Baymard gave frying pans! Frying spoons and even selling outdoor grills and other equipment made their food making too easy.

Fresh tomatoes and other ingredients were bought here in the Carona's markets. And even imported salt from Baymard, and oil was everywhere.

This was Carona's entrepreneurial age.

And if they didn't take advantage of this, they would be fools!

Of course, most buyers also liked this method because they could see how raw food got turned into cooked ones.

Who wanted to eat old and bad food?

And the time was also short. The Street good cooks had grown better and better with time management.

The seminars were truly worth it.

Many of them also bought solar fridges too. As street vendors, how could they not?

They sold Baymardian straw drinks like juice boxes that were easy to carry and store with long expiration dates apart.

They also had Carona to thank for permitting them to station themselves around these streets.

Each street food vendor had their own designated space that was registered and licensed.

They would also have health checks from time to time by Caronian health officers.

And they also had to pay their taxes too.

These places were one of the numerous tourist sites in Carona too.

Now can you come to the Capital city without tasting street food?

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"Oh my God! This Taco is so good! No wonder it's inspired by the Baymardian Beef Taco. The thinly cut and fried beef strips go well with the shredded cheese! The tomatoes and even the vegetables are so good!"

"No way! Spicy Golden fries are the best!"

"Ahhh~... If I knew, I should've come here earlier. Now the lineup around the Baymardian themed street-corn is too much!"

"Wow! The Caronian styled Festive Nacho blends well in my mouth!"

"Steam pork dumplings!"

"Classic-Styled Baymardian sweet Crepes!"

"Fred egg rolls and bread!"

"Fried Spicy noodles!"

"Meat on a stick with onion rings!"

"Give me two portions of Fried rice with tomatoes and purple greens for my sons!"

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The scene was chaotic, but no one was complaining.

And within the ruckus was a man with a scarf wrapped around his head and mouth. And standing around him were several others that seemed to have blended well with the crowd.

"Your highness, here's your 'meat-on-a-stick' with onion rings, fried mushroom, and bell peppers."

There were 5 sticks of meat in total.

Santa licked his lips, drooling from the smell alone.

Pah!

He happily slapped the man's shoulder.

"Hahahhahah~... With this, I can move mountains!" His expression was too silly.

But everyone was already used to it.

What could they say?

His lead guard doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Your highness, we need to leave now, or I'll have to drag you away by force. Have you forgotten that we must be at the site for the airport project? If you come late, but inky will her majesty kill you, the many Ministers will also whip you dead!"

"Impossible! Everyone loves me." Santa retorted.

But his men only rolled their eyes heavenwards.

"Your highness, have you forgotten how you managed to destroy a monumental statue on your own? Or what about the explosion you caused when testing black powder?"

The more they spoke, the more they felt like shaking him stupid.

Your highness, are you confused or so dense that you haven't noticed that even the cooks in the palace have blacklisted you out? Whether you go, you cause chaos!

Santa didn't seem to catch their drift. He was still munching on his meat on a stick merrily.

"Don't talk nonsense. Everyone loves me."

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