Amidst the eager anticipation of many beauties, a yellow pushcart slowly made its way to the bridgehead.
The man pushing the cart from behind was dressed in loose sportswear, wearing a mask, his hair a bit messy, yet it still couldn't hide his handsome appearance.
A dozen or so young women let out a chorus of exclamations and screams.
"He's here, he's here!"
"Oh my, it's usually men waiting for me, and this is the first time I've waited for a man for this long!"
"Good that he's here. I missed Boss Chen's porridge yesterday. Hearing other customers talk about it left me intrigued. I must try it today no matter what!"
The girls, dressed in cool attire, with fair thighs and chests slightly trembling under the streetlights, along with the bursts of exclamations, immediately attracted some people nearby who were preparing for a late-night snack.
A few bold ones had already approached.
"What's going on here? Is it selling food too?"
Xiao Na smiled gently, "Of course! The food from this stall's owner, particularly the fried egg dumplings and pork offal porridge, is top-notch delicious!"
The newcomers seemed a bit skeptical, "Pork offal in porridge? Can that be tasty? You guys aren't just hyping it, right?"
To them, it didn't matter if it was tasty or not; chatting with these pretty girls was enjoyable enough.
Xiao Na's eyes widened immediately, "Swear to God! It's really delicious, but..."
The Gold Medal Salesperson's instincts kicked in instantly, "But with us ten or so people, we might just buy it all up. If you want to try it, you should head over to Shanshui Hall in front."
"Isn't that a foot massage place!" The person asking was instantly baffled.
"Yup, our foot massage parlor has introduced a new service. As long as you pick even the most basic package, our technicians can queue up and buy food for you for free!"
The news drew a group of people who looked at each other in bewilderment.
They all felt a bit puzzled.
So, this is a small stall, and if you want to eat, you have to queue, but queuing won't get you anything because the foot massage place has monopolized the stall, and to eat the food, you have to go there?
It's a mess, such a mess!
The big bro who asked the question earlier chuckled, "If you put it like that, I have to see what's so special about this small stall."
Others also nodded in agreement.
A stall that needs foot massage technicians to help queue up, what's going on?
Amidst the discussions, Chen Mo made a brilliant appearance!
Avoiding the hands reaching out from the female technicians, Chen Mo said awkwardly, "Don't worry, I'm starting now!"
Chen Mo glanced at the time, almost eleven!
He hurriedly poured vegetable oil onto the electric griddle, and as the oil heated up, he took out egg dumplings from the storage cabinet and placed them inside.
The sizzling sound of the frying egg dumplings filled the air, and as soon as the progress bar reached the moment, he immediately added water to the griddle!
The steam rose vigorously, and the fresh aroma spread all around, making the people nearby instinctively swallow their saliva.
Covering the griddle, Chen Mo immediately set a clay pot on the stove, turning the heat to high!
The soaked rice was just put into the pot when a woman riding a tricycle called out from afar.
"Where's Chen Mo, where's Chen Mo?"
"Here." Chen Mo stepped out of the food cart, took the pork offal, paid the money, and began processing the ingredients.
Among the crowd watching, someone knowledgeable exclaimed.
"Wow, this is the freshest pork offal!"
"What do you mean?"
The big bro looked at the lady on the tricycle gradually moving away, "That woman looks like she works at a slaughterhouse. I can smell it. Generally, slaughterhouses start working at this time. By dawn, around three or four, the freshly slaughtered pork is transported to various butcher shops and supermarkets. So this little boss's pork offal is freshly slaughtered!"
Modern people, when it comes to food, really like it fresh.
Especially in Jingzhou, where the best-selling pork isn't from supermarkets or butcher shops.
It's when news spreads that someone raised a pig ready for slaughter, and as soon as the news is out, someone drives directly to watch the slaughter!
As soon as a pig is slaughtered, it gets divided up on the spot.
So upon hearing that the pork offal was freshly slaughtered, the crowd that had gathered immediately got excited.
"So these offals must be really fresh!"
"Hey little boss, sell me some of these offals so I can stir-fry them at home."
"No way, the stuff for his business can't just be sold to you. Nope, I have to try this pork offal porridge today no matter what!"
Chen Mo was a bit flustered.
The business had been good for the first couple of days, but the customers came in waves. This was the first time he had seen a scene where so many people were gathered even before he started setting up.
Forcing himself to focus, he cut up all the pork offal according to the method from the previous day, gave it a simple marinade, and the clay pot started boiling, with the aroma of the rice beginning to spread gradually under high heat.
With these preparations done, Chen Mo briskly opened the electric griddle.
The huge steam mixed with the delectable aroma spread out.
Xiao Na was the first to jump in, "Awesome! I'll take all of these from the griddle!"
Chen Mo's hand holding the tongs moved more skillfully, dividing each bowl into 20 dumplings, distributed into 5 bowls. Before he could pack them, Xiao Na tore open a plastic bag and started packing, "I'll help take four portions back; I'll eat one, hehe!"
WeChat payment received, 200 yuan!
Having bought the fried dumplings, Xiao Na regretfully left the line, "LuLu, remember to help me pack a portion of pork offal porridge later. I'll go deliver the meals to the customers first!"
Under the envious eyes of others, Xiao Na walked away from the bridgehead, eating as she went.
A new batch of fried dumplings entered the griddle.
Chen Mo didn't dare to relax; he had another important task today.
As he prepared to start cooking today's stir-fry, slow-motion scenes began to appear in his mind.
Using a knife, he removed a thin layer of skin from the surface of the chicken breast, then used the tip of the knife to make swift pokes at the chicken breast.
With each poke, Chen Mo needed to hit precisely on the glowing spot of the progress bar.
[perfect!]
[perfect×2!]
[great!]
[...]
To hit perfect as consistently as possible, Chen Mo added some rhythm to himself, causing his body to shake slightly every time he hit a flashing spot. Unfortunately, the movements were so quick, mastering the depth and strength of the poke still required some skill.
According to the food cart's recipe, doing it this way made it easier for the flavors to soak in.
Uncle Liu, taking a sip of his Huang Gaifen, shook his head and said, "See? After just three days, Xiaochen is already getting spasms."
Brother Squid was equally clueless, "He can do it if he wants, but what's with the twitching?"
Unclear, he took another sip of his drink. Despite the many diners on the street, they had nothing to do with him, and that felt uncomfortable.
Having poked through a dozen pieces of chicken breast, Chen Mo finally stopped.
Then he cut the chicken breast into about quarter-inch wide strips, then further cut across the grain into quarter-inch square cubes. For this step, his actions slowed considerably.
"My knife skills still need improvement!"
After everything was cut, Chen Mo took the pre-prepared egg whites from the storage cabinet, poured in some dry dough powder, and mixed evenly, then added just the right amount of salt and cooking wine as indicated by the glowing prompt.
Then he threw all the chicken cubes into the bowl, tossing and mixing evenly.
Additionally, pre-peeled ginger and garlic were cut into thin slices about a quarter-inch each, scallion whites were cut on the bias into lengths of about six parts, and together with cooking wine, soy sauce, clear water, and water dough powder were mixed for later use.
All the prepared materials were ready.
The second batch of perfectly fried egg dumplings was out of the pan!