Cao Tianrui tilted his head to have a look.
"Damn?"
Two familiar backs were ordering two servings of tomahawk steak noodles, just like him, chatting and laughing.
Ma Juntao and Pan Siyu were staring at Chen Mo grilling the steak, practically drooling at the mouth.
"Little boss, with your skills, why not pick a better place to set up your stall? There aren’t many people here." Ma Juntao had already started worrying about Chen Mo.
This beef noodle is so delicious, what if the owner goes out of business and I can’t eat it anymore?
Pan Siyu nodded solemnly, "Indeed, if you took your skills to the night market, wouldn’t you snatch away all the business from those little bosses?"
Cao Tianrui listened to these two, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Thinking, you’re both about to be out of a job, and you’re worrying about soone else?
Chen Mo smiled, "Mainly doing it for the charity al event, otherwise, I wouldn’t have set up a stall here. Here, your als are ready."
Previously, these big guys seed fierce and aggressive, but now they seed harmless.
Ma Juntao and Pan Siyu grinned as they took their plates, but as soon as they turned, they suddenly froze!
Cao Tianrui looked down, eating noodles, glancing at them without saying a word. He continued eating.
Ma Juntao and Pan Siyu exchanged glances and chose not to speak. They took their plates to another table and silently ate their at and noodles.
At this mont, the three of them simultaneously understood a lyric.
Your silence is deafening.
They finished their delightful late-night al without a word, rose simultaneously, and walked off in different directions as if they didn’t know each other.
Chen Mo stood inside the food truck watching them, "So, this city’s custom seems a bit strange, huh? Don’t they like to talk while eating?"
At one in the morning, the business hours officially ended!
Chen Mo watched, sowhat frustrated, as the experience value increased by only a bit over three thousand, "The dish prices are high, but this place is not great! Oh well, let’s see if there’s any progress tomorrow."
He parked the food truck back at the parking lot where he stayed the night before.
The usual routine.
First, he made himself so tomahawk steak noodles, grabbed a glass of wheat juice, then...
Filled the bathtub with water and bubbles, set up a board on both sides of the tub, and hung the iPad on the wall opposite the bathtub.
Soaking in hot water, eating his own tomahawk steak noodles, sipping on a pure craft wheat juice, while watching "The Solitary Gourt".
The best part is, after these activities, Chen Mo can go straight to sleep, and when he goes back to the RV the next day, everything will be automatically cleaned!
"Damn, this is aweso."
Brother Mo munched on at, drank beer, and occasionally mocked the characters in the TV show.
He ended the perfect day with a good night’s sleep. Unfortunately, Xiao Juzi can only stay outside...
Now, Chen Mo doesn’t bother setting an alarm unless sothing special is happening. His main focus is on waking up naturally.
When he got up, it was almost noon.
He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, while pondering the new task that erged in his mind.
[Seeking Skill·Four (Chain Task): Teach the Sichuan Night Market a lesson.]
[Reward: Blackboard.]
"Wait, blackboard?"
[Blackboard: A black chopping board.]
Chen Mo sighed in relief, thinking it was a writing blackboard, which he wouldn’t need.
The Seeking Skill series always rewarded so necessary kitchen tools. The black three-piece set he had was all from this series, so he paid attention to these tasks.
"But what does this task content an?"
[Seeking Skill·Four: Complaints about Sichuan BBQ prices abound, please complete the most delicious barbecue with the most common pricing.]
[Task Objective: Sell 20 kinds of skewers, within the business hours of this week, each reaching 10,000 skewers.]
Hiss...
"Are you raising the difficulty just because I bought a barbecue grill?"
In other words, selling 200,000 skewers in a week, isn’t that nonsense?
At an average price of 2 yuan per skewer, it would an a turnover of 400,000 yuan a week. Chen Mo felt that even large barbecue spots didn’t necessarily have such good business!
The key issue lies elsewhere.
How could he possibly skewer so many by himself?
"Can I change the task?"
[You can complete it or fail. There’s just no reward.]
"I give up."
Chen Mo initially wanted to lie in bed a bit longer, but lost interest, decisively got up, and went to the cloakroom, automatically putting on black clothes and shoes.
First, he went to the sa at stall as yesterday to buy beef.
Back in the food truck, gutting the beef, he began pondering what to sell on the BBQ.
First thing’s first, at skewers are a must.
A BBQ stand without at skewers is aningless. Now that he had beef noodles, he wouldn’t sell beef skewers as it would conflict.
"Oh, right!"
On the way back from Dakang Stronghold, Yu Hui gave several sheep. Apart from having so hotpot on the road, they haven’t been used yet.
"Damn, thought I could take a few days off, but there’s more work to be done."
Chen Mo quickly processed all the beef and stored it in the cabinets to age, then took out a sheep.
"Let’s be safe, and start with one sheep."
With Black Blade in hand, cutting at is effortless!
The sheep Yu Hui gave wasn’t large, the at tended to be lean, with all bones removed, about 40 catty of at.
Chen Mo then cut the at into small chunks of almost the sa size.
"When are they going to give an automatic skewer machine?"
[...]
Chen Mo sat in the food truck, skewering with a stick in his left hand and pinching at with the right.
One piece of lean at, one piece of fat at, he began skewering; each piece of lamb was about one centiter big, with 4 lean and 4 fat pieces per skewer.
"In our Jingzhou, if this kind of skewer is priced above 2 yuan, there’s no business."
Without thinking, Chen Mo set the price of the skewers to: 2 yuan.
While skewering, he tossed a piece of lamb into the feeding mouth, "Don’t be shy, give the world’s most aweso barbecue seasoning recipe!"
[...]
With the new job, Chen Mo was quite busy that day, skewering until night fell.
anwhile.
Song Ya, who cleaned up the house after dinner, began to change clothes.
"Where are you going again?" her husband Yang Hong pretended to watch TV on the sofa, while he secretly glanced at his wife.
"Didn’t I tell you a few days ago? I signed up for a nightti weight-loss boot camp, going to the gym at ten every night."
Yang Hong noticed that she didn’t look at him even once while talking.
Instead, she stood in front of the mirror, putting on yoga pants that n couldn’t stop analyzing, and a cropped black sleeveless shirt.
Tied her hair into a ponytail and put on sneakers.
Yang Hong felt a bit uneasy.
Last night, when his wife ca back, he secretly touched and slled her clothes after she fell asleep.
Logically, if she really worked out, she should have been sweating, right?
If she sweated, there should be so sll, right?
But those clothes felt dry and even had a hint of laundry detergent, nothing like having been exercised in.
Plus, at the beginning, whenever Song Ya was proactive, Yang Hong complained he was tired. Eventually he got so fed up, during a mont of thoughtlessness, he told Song Ya to lose so weight and take care of herself.
Song Ya initially resisted.
Why did she suddenly beco so interested?
"I’m off then!"
Without waiting for Yang Hong’s response, Song Ya dashed out the door.
Sitting alone on the sofa, Yang Hong felt a faint unease.
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