On the mountain road.
Dunzi was steering the wheel with one hand, driving as he pleased, his eyes fixed on the Cadillac in front, and he let out a cold laugh.
"I’m really good at cornering, hold on tight."
LuLu was holding her phone in one hand, tightly gripping the handle above the car door with the other, as Kai drove into the curve. Dunzi seized the chance, slamd the gas, and overtook in the curve!
LuLu was so frightened that her face turned pale, "You’re so bad!"
Dunzi gave a crooked smile, "Do you like it?"
Before LuLu could answer, Kai took the opportunity to park, and under the lights they were suddenly stunned, witnessing a scene they would never forget.
"Brother Dun, that’s Boss Xiao Chen’s food truck, isn’t it?"
"LuLu, do you think those are monks from the temple?"
"Brother Dun, there’s no way there are only vegetables in that pot, right?"
"LuLu, is it possible that there’s no longer a rule about monks not eating at?"
Dunzi was shocked for a long ti, steadily parked the car, then quickly got out and eagerly ran to the big iron pot, staring hard at those two.
On the yellow table, the big empty bowl was overflowing with coins and bills.
And those two, each holding a pair of long chopsticks, looked serious, as if facing a formidable enemy, and their enemy was none other than the black pot in front of them!
"Brother, I have a premonition that this ti I’ll definitely pick up so beef."
"Junior brother, I feel that this ti it’ll definitely be a chicken leg!"
Huineng and Huike were almost out of rit Money in their sleeves. Whether it was luck or sothing else, they kept picking out potatoes and green beans, or else bamboo shoots and sweet potatoes, which was downright ridiculous!
This made Huike lose so confidence, insisting Boss Xiao Chen co over to fish again. He had to check if there was really any at in that iron pot.
In the end, Chen Mo scooped casually with a black ladle, and it was all kinds of at.
Huike even cursed at Chen Mo, saying he’s just a trickster!
Chen Mo could only shrug and tell him, you eat it or not, rules are rules, if you’re not convinced then don’t eat it.
Left with no choice, Huineng and Huike changed their strategy, no longer randomly picking with chopsticks, but holding their breath, quietly waiting for so desired ingredient to surface.
Zhang Feng arrived right after, "Dunzi, you’re not cool, overtaking in the curve... what the heck! Boss Xiao Chen has got so monks paying him?"
Chen Mo puckered his mouth, "How did you know I was here? I didn’t tell anyone when I ca."
Zhang Feng, Dunzi, and LuLu all kept silent about the intelligence group, pretending not to know.
"Oh, it’s nothing, just my fans said if I could climb Wanglong Mountain in one hour at night, they’d give a carnival."
"Then why did you co up by car? Are you trying to cheat?"
Although full of loopholes, LuLu remained calm, "Just scouting out the terrain first."
Chen Mo didn’t delve further into this explanation, as he carried out a steaming pot filled with freshly cooked food, "Make so room, I’ll add so new ingredients for you. This ti there’s more at!"
Huineng and Huike watched as the black pot tilted, with its broth and various chunks of at sliding into the iron pot, their eyes almost turning green.
"Let try!" Huineng clutched his chopsticks, crouching with a cloth, putting so force into it.
biu!
The chopsticks plunged into the iron pot, and Chen Mo watched with interest, curious to see what would happen.
"Hit it!" Huineng lifted the chopsticks only to see a slice of potato rcilessly pierced and perched on the chopsticks.
Seeing his senior brother fail again, Huike took a deep breath, "Watch !"
Chopsticks slowly entered the pot, Huike stuck to the rules, and didn’t scoop, just feeling the texture of the food sliding past the chopsticks in the pot.
"Co on, at!"
The chopsticks left the iron pot, with a wobbly piece of bean thread hanging on the end, "Damn!"
Dunzi and Zhang Feng’s eyes were shining, this was fun!
Not only was it fun, but the aroma was also quite nice, it must taste good too.
After all, they heard from Zhou Hu in the group about how to eat this stuff, so Dunzi generously scanned the code and paid 100 Yuan, "Start with fifty tries."
Chen Mo impatiently said, "I’ll refund you 98 Yuan, fifty tries is too many to rember, I don’t want to be at a loss if you pick too much."
Upon hearing this, Huike and Huineng’s mouths twitched many tis.
At a loss?
This boss had the nerve to say he’s at a loss?
Us two brothers spent more than two hundred, and ate nothing but potato slices and green beans, and now are starting to eat bean threads, and you say you’re at a loss?
Since Boss Chen said so, Dunzi had to take back the 98 Yuan and prepared eagerly with his chopsticks.
Cadillac after Cadillac drove into the parking lot, and Chen Mo stared in a daze at the people getting out of the cars, unable to na them but recognizing most as regular custors.
"Wasn’t that person just in the hospital yesterday saying he had a stroke?"
"Damn, that guy looks familiar too, didn’t he say he had depression yesterday?"
"You guys..."
Chen Mo was really dumbfounded, unable to figure out what was happening, but since everyone was out of the hospital, Chen Mo called Zhang Feng over to ask, "Why haven’t I seen Old Zhao?"
"Old Zhao? He hasn’t recovered from his circumcision yet, I heard yesterday he did sothing and the stitches popped, he probably needs another ten days or so."
Hiss...
Chen Mo just felt a cold breeze brushing through his pants, "No, what I an is... forget it, you go eat."
What Chen Mo was curious about was, everyone was discharged, why wasn’t Old Zhao?
That big iron pot was filled to the brim with eight people at most, and those who ca later had to line up voluntarily behind, but as ti went on, so people were getting impatient.
A Cadillac owner who was at the end of the line, after waiting for ten minutes, shouted, "Damn, don’t you guys have any courtesy? You can’t do this, each person can only pick one chopstick-full, then go to the back of the line! Otherwise, how long are we going to wait?"
His words imdiately won the agreent of the others at the end of the line.
"Exactly, Boss Fang has so much money, he couldn’t finish using his pocket money even if he picks till tomorrow, so how are the rest of us supposed to eat?"
"Must limit picking! Each person only gets one pick before re-queuing!"
"Agreed! Limit the picks!"
Following the restriction order, Chen Mo’s custors spontaneously issued a limit-on-picking order. Chen Mo regretted not having more iron pots, otherwise, wouldn’t the Experience Value be soaring?
It was just half-past one.
Just about half an hour of business ti, since the iron pot filled up with people, the Experience Value skyrocketed.
It gave a feeling of a high-level player farming low-level monsters in the newbie village, though the gain was small, the group-killing skills felt great!
Fifteen hundred, just in half an hour, the revenue reached fifteen hundred.
Although not much, it wasn’t as satisfying as making braised chicken and mapo tofu.
But Chen Mo practically did nothing, just disassembled so ingredients, then paired them with old marinade and water, cooked them in the black pot, and poured them into the big iron pot.
Easily done, no fuss.
He processed a lot of ingredients, enough to cook three or four more tis, and Chen Mo strolled to the outer part of the iron pot.
Can’t deny, it was quite lively.
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