Old Zhao has been feeling a bit off his appetite these days.
Every day after work, he can always gather Boss Xiao Chen’s whereabouts from the intelligence group, but before he can suggest going for a late-night snack, he’s dragged out for a bike ride by Guo Aiping.
"Don’t feel like riding? Then I’ll go take a shower, I just bought a new nightgown, let show you."
Old Zhao is always left speechless by this remark, and without another word, he imdiately changes into his cycling outfit, "Ride, why not ride! I love cycling very much!"
Then he looks at the various food photos shared by group mbers in the intelligence group, making Old Zhao feel extrely frustrated.
Especially that Fang Zhizhong who loves to send red envelopes, he’s extrely annoying.
Every ti after a al, he writes a post-al review and sends it to the group. Old Zhao believes that the other group mbers are just as annoyed by Boss Fang as he is, but after sending the review, Boss Fang would casually toss out a red envelope.
And then you see group mbers kneeling and kowtowing, their thank-you-boss emojis flooding the screen.
Today, Old Zhao mustered up the courage to tentatively ask his wife, "Shall we change our cycling route today? There’s hardly any traffic on the developnt zone side, the road is smooth, and I feel it’s great for cycling."
He still rembers Fang Zhizhong saying in the group this afternoon that today’s stall would still be at the sports institute.
Guo Aiping was tutoring the child with howork, speaking without turning her head, "The child has a lot of howork today, you go by yourself."
Could there be such a good thing?
Old Zhao sighed, pretending to be regretful, "Riding alone without you isn’t fun."
Guo Aiping turned to look at him, "Alright then, I’ll let the child do his howork on his own and go out with you..."
"But the child’s studies are the most important!" Old Zhao ca in and rubbed his son’s occiput, "You stay and help the child with his howork today, you can take a rest too."
Guo Aiping thought to herself, do you think I don’t know your little cleverness, why pretend?
In a fluster, Old Zhao rushed out the door with his bike.
"This is the sweetness of freedom and the savory scent of buns!"
Yes, Old Zhao had yet to taste Boss Xiao Chen’s noodles, he’d only seen those group mbers wolfing down two big bowls each in the group, thinking the group mbers really had no taste, it’s just a bowl of Clear Soup handmade noodles after all.
Growing up in Jingzhou, Old Zhao was familiar with every street and alley, humming a tune as he leisurely rode towards the developnt zone.
At this mont, it’s 9:30 p.m.
Chen Mo was driving leisurely, headed towards the developnt zone as well.
"Can you speed up a bit at so point?"
The food truck: ...
Chen Mo was overtaken by several won riding electric scooters, feeling like he’s full of energy but can’t exert it.
At 9:50, Chen Mo made the final turn into Xuefu Street.
"What the heck is that?"
The food truck kept moving, but on this side of Xuefu Street, about twenty black Kais all started up simultaneously, consciously following closely behind the food truck.
This, was nothing.
Chen Mo continued forward, glancing at the end of the convoy.
Why was there a tour bus following as well, could it be that Sunshine Red tour group ca along?
Chen Mo was quite puzzled, vaguely recalling that he had so impression of that tour group, the elderly weren’t either hypoglycemic or hypertensive, making him be cautious while cooking for fear of any mishap.
Parking the food truck steadily at the usual spot, Mu Mu, who had been waiting, swiftly hopped on, "Chen Mo brother, look at the analytical report I wrote!"
Chen Mo took the report and placed it into the cabinet, "Nicely written, keep up the good work!"
Mu Mu was very receptive to this kind of vague praise, "So what’s my task for tonight?"
In fact, there was indeed so work for Mu Mu to help with.
"I added a new dish today, I’m afraid I won’t have ti to pack the als, you’ll be responsible for the packaging and overseeing paynts, by the way." Chen Mo swiftly added Mu Mu’s WeChat as his store assistant, "This way, your phone will also get the paynt notifications."
"Yay!" Mu Mu imdiately accepted the assistant invitation, "Does this an I’m officially onboard?"
Chen Mo: ...
It seed Mu Mu had an unusual obsession with becoming official?
"Sort of... What’s that thing?" Chen Mo suddenly noticed the tour bus parking by the roadside not far away, people were getting off at that mont.
It wasn’t Sunshine Red, nor tourists in red caps.
But rather!
"Huh? Sister Xiao Na." Mu Mu waved her hand to greet Xiao Na.
Gold dal Salesperson Xiao Na, carrying two unfolded who-knows-what in one hand and a foot bath bucket in the other, really couldn’t spare her hands, so she just nodded towards Mu Mu.
Following behind Xiao Na were many female technicians.
Finally, Boss He Chunming also got off the bus.
"Right, set everything up properly, have them line up next to Boss Xiao Chen’s food truck."
"Hey, whoever you are, move all our foot bath milk roses and whatnots over here and display them nicely, and set up the price list too."
Chen Mo watched the bustling crew. When a price list was placed beside his stand, he just felt the world had beco unfamiliar.
A dozen levels of foot bath services, ranging from low to high, priced from 38 to 188.
The female technicians were conservatively dressed today, wearing flesh-toned stockings and light blue suits, with a tricolor striped ribbon of blue, white, and pink hanging around their necks, and all of them having neatly tied bun hairstyles. It’s hard to say which company they were working for, but it was quite uniform-like.
Xiao Na led the girls to the side of the food truck.
The first folding item pulled beca a very low camping chair, which was very comfortable to sit on.
The second folding item pulled beca a perfectly sized small table at a suitable height.
"What do you think, Boss Xiao Chen, is my idea creative or what?" He Chunming walked over with a laugh, offering Chen Mo a cigarette.
Chen Mo accepted the cigarette but didn’t light it, "What’s this?"
"If selling food can be a stall, and haircuts can be a stall, then why can’t foot baths be a stall? Thanks to Xiao Na for coming up with this idea; I’ll try it out today and see how it works out. If it really works, it would save a lease!"
Chen Mo was puzzled.
He thought to himself, was your foot spa previously making money off foot spas only? Then why rent a three-story shop, you can’t conduct other businesses besides foot spas on the street, right?
But that’s better left unasked. Chen Mo laughed, "You really have a few tricks up your sleeve, wishing you prosperous business."
Imdiately, Chen Mo started preparing the ingredients. The first custor was already eagerly waiting.
Dunzi stepped off the bus, wailing, and ran over, "Quick! Quick! Boss Xiao Chen, I’m starving!"
Mu Mu stood with hands on her hips, quite impressive indeed, "Boss Xiao Chen is busy, tell what you want to eat."
"Okay, Boss Lady!"
"I’m not the Boss Lady!"
"Alright, then Boss Mu!"
"How do you know my surna is Mu?"
"It’s written on the food truck!"
[Chen Mu’s Food Truck]
Listening to the exchange between the two, Chen Mo felt a headache coming, what kind of people are these?
Dunzi pointed at the stear, "Three buns, a bowl of noodles, hey? Is there a new dish today?"
"Yes, do you want to try it?"
Dunzi pinched his chin, starting to ponder.
[Mapo Tofu: 58/portion]
This price... is it reasonable?
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