Developnt Zone, opposite the Sports Institute.
Chen Mo cooked the noodles and stood inside the food truck. Since installing the chef machine, there wasn’t enough space inside the truck to sit and eat.
"The wheat that Old Zhang cultivated is really amazing!"
At this mont, Chen Mo was very thankful that the chef machine had the ability to replicate ingredients. Otherwise, it would be hard for him to have such delicious noodles again!
The chef machine has ten compartnts, which ans it can store ten types of top-grade ingredients, significantly reducing the hassle.
Chen Mo slurped up a large chunk of noodles, the fragrance of the wheat spreading all around.
Although the other seasonings taste good, they’re ultimately just there to highlight the aroma of the noodles.
Another slurp!
The sowhat hungry Xiao Mu sat at the roadside, staring in awe at Brother Mo eating noodles.
"Brother Mo, do you always eat like this?"
It’s a bit unrefined.
"Not really, but the noodles I make are so delicious, I just can’t help it, slurp~"
Not only do you have to eat the noodles in big bites, but you also have to drink the soup in big gulps!
The broth from cooking the noodles is already rich, and with those added seasonings, it tastes even more delicious. Drinking it hot makes your body feel massaged from the inside out, intensely comfortable.
Mu Mu looked a few more tis and felt hungrier; that little French baguette wasn’t doing its job at all.
’But northern noodles are so hard to eat...’
When she first ca to the north for work, Mu Mu was shocked seeing how her colleagues ate at the company cafeteria.
Breakfast: noodles.
Lunch: dishes, white bread rolls.
Dinner: noodles.
If she hadn’t specially requested it, the cafeteria aunt wouldn’t even have stead rice!
After staying in Jingzhou for a while, Mu Mu heard sothing terrifying!
Many colleagues in Jingzhou said that rice is cooling and hurts their stomachs, which was shocking for this southern girl.
I had never heard of such a thing in Guangzhou!
To blend in, Mu Mu tried eating noodles too, but after three consecutive days, she felt like she had turned into a noodle...
Perhaps she developed so kind of aversion.
’Forget it, I’ll just hold on. After work today, I’ll go ho and have Dad cook noodles for !’
Determined, Mu Mu recorded her first data point of the day on the computer: 21:00-22:00, people flow 0, custors 0, sales 0.
Chen Mo finished the last sip of noodle soup, feeling reinvigorated, stretching wide, "Ti to get to work!"
Mu Mu was puzzled; with no people around, what was there to do?
But when Mu Mu followed Chen Mo’s gaze, her pupils narrowed; that was...
"Hello, Brother Jiaozi!"
Wafts of squid aroma floated along with the wind.
"Boss Xiao Chen, business is good, eh!"
The sll of fried sausages followed closely behind.
"Brother Chen Mo~"
The stinky tofu also refused to be left out.
Mu Mu didn’t quite understand, and neither did Chen Mo.
"What are you guys doing?"
As per the usual routine, Old Liu parked his tricycle next to Chen Mo on the right, "Oh, don’t ntion it! Since you left the bridgehead, not a soul is to be seen there! We heard you were setting up a stall here at the sports institute, so we followed along."
"Right, yesterday quite a few people were still waiting for you, and when they found out you were over here, they all rushed over. I discussed it with Old Liu; trees move to live, people move to thrive, so we had to move too!" Brother Squid slapped the squid a couple of tis, "How about it, Brother Jiaozi, doing fried rice today?"
Chen Mo shook his head, "I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you; I’ve switched to selling noodles and buns!"
The vendors who followed from the bridgehead started setting up their stalls, not disappointed at all.
There’s no business at the bridgehead, but following Chen Mo here ans even if Boss Xiao Chen doesn’t buy their snacks, there are more people here at least.
More people ans more business; everyone knows this logic.
Watching Chen Mo chatting warmly with the old gang, Mu Mu quietly added another data point on the computer: competitors, 8.
Wasn’t the developnt zone a barren area? Why are there suddenly so many competitors, and how co Brother Mo is so familiar with them?
Just as Mu Mu was puzzled by this, a Kai stopped near her.
"Hello, Brother Mo! The usual, one bowl of hand-made noodles and three braised pork buns." Zhang Feng ordered while not forgetting to operate his phone.
[Zhang Feng: Search complete! Brother Mo has appeared opposite the sports institute!]
[LuLu: Everyone, attack!]
[Dunzi: I’ll reach the battlefield in five minutes!]
[Zhou Hu: Damn, you guys eat less! Leave so for !]
The intelligence group of over thirty people fully mobilized!
Bridgehead foot massage shop.
He Chunming, with empty eyes, couldn’t understand after much thought why the foot massage industry was defeated by the catering industry?
Does this make sense, huh?
He got up to close up and go ho, just as a custor walked in.
"Hey? No masseuses today?" Fang Zhizhong scanned the entrance curiously, finding only the boss inside.
"Yes! Of course, there are! Please wait, I’ll call them right away, and they’ll be in position within a minute!"
He Chunming felt sowhat touched, seems like there are still custors needing foot massages!
Fang Zhizhong waved his hand, "No need, I just wanted to ask why there’s not a single vendor left at the bridgehead? Your masseuses often go there to eat, they should know, where did everyone go?"
He Chunming: ???
Coincidentally, Xiao Na, who had gone out for a stroll, returned holding her phone, "Boss, I’m going out for a while, call if there’s sothing! Hey? Boss Fang, need a foot massage?"
Fang Zhizhong waved his hand again, "No, I just wanted to ask where the bridgehead vendors went, why is there not a single one?"
Xiao Na suddenly understood, "You must be looking for Boss Chen Mo, right? Well, co, join our group."
Intelligence group mber 1
Fang Zhizhong joined the group and casually sent a hundred-red packet, gaining a bunch of new friends.
[Fang Zhizhong: What kind of intelligence group is this?]
[LuLu: Capturing Boss Chen Mo intelligence group! Group mbers share Chen Mo Boss’ whereabouts at any ti, so everyone can have late-night snacks.]
[Fang Zhizhong: Where is Chen Mo?]
Zhang Feng directly sent a photo in, "Sports Institute."
Fang Zhizhong put away his phone, "Thanks, Boss He, I’m leaving first."
Then turned to look at Xiao Na, "Wanna co?"
"Sure!"
Xiao Na never dread she could one day go to have late-night snacks in a Maybach...
He Chunming stayed where he was, even breathing felt painful.
Too painful!
Opposite the sports institute, more and more people were gathering on the road.
The owners of the Kai arrived, and the masseuses too.
Mu Xin had the driver park about three hundred ters from the sports institute at a corner.
"Put your mask on! We’ll walk over, this way our daughter won’t notice us!"
Zhong Xia took off a coat worth over ten thousand and put on a nine-dollar-nine apron, "You’re sothing else!"
Who said having a good life makes you want to experience a hard life? Zhong Xia doesn’t want to experience it at all.
"Oh, I’m just not assured about our daughter working late like this, that place is deserted as can be, can she manage alone with a guy?"
Even though it’s been over twenty years since she set up a stall, Zhong Xia seed to have muscle mory, skillfully guiding the cart, "At least it’s a University City, besides they’re colleagues!"
Mu Xin pouted without saying a word.
He says it’s because he’s worried about his daughter, but why is there an inexplicable sense of competitiveness rising in his heart?
It’s like his daughter has been snatched by a little rascal, and he, Mu Xin!
Is going to defeat magic with magic!
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