Egg dumplings aren't too big or too small, just the right size to pop in your mouth in one go.
With the previous experience, Zhang Feng took several blows before eating this time.
The aroma of eggs mixed with green onion and pork filling, biting into it was a mouthful of savory, juicy meat; the crispy aroma mingled with the meat fragrance, amplified several times by the vinegar, left Zhang Feng speechless. Who knew egg dumplings could be this delicious?
The four friends who finished their starch sausages also gathered around.
"It's just an egg dumpling, haven't you had it before? Let me try and see what's up."
"Old Zhang, you're not deliberately avoiding treating us to a foot massage, are you?"
"Hey, Old Zhang, I saw your phone has been ringing nonstop. Is it Xiao Na urging you again?"
Xiao Na, the star reflexologist of Shanshui Hall!
Not only is she beautiful, but she also has a great figure. As for the skill in her hands, it's hard to say.
But as the car owner group including Zhang Feng would say: does anyone get a foot massage for the technique?
Zhang Feng unlocked his phone to take a look while eating his egg dumpling.
[Xiao Na: Brother Feng, why haven't you come yet today? If you come any later, there won't be enough time for two hours!]
[Xiao Na: Brother Feng, isn't online work tiring? Come pamper yourself, I've brewed tea for you~]
Zhang Feng couldn't be bothered to respond and simply pocketed his phone, "Boss, give me another ten egg dumplings!"
In life's big matters, eating and drinking take precedence; women should come later.
Also, Zhang Feng really didn't like what Xiao Na said. What does it mean there's not enough time for two hours? Why should it be enough for two hours?
Of course, the main reason was these egg dumplings were too delicious.
The other four friends, after eating a couple, were also amazed and each asked for a dozen more from Chen Mo.
If egg dumplings are considered snacks, ten or eight should be enough. But these five hadn't eaten anything all afternoon at the internet café; even a dozen dumplings felt like it barely filled their teeth.
"Another..." Zhang Feng glanced at the hotplate, "Forget it, however many you have, give them all to us!"
"Counting what you ate earlier, a total of 100, shall I serve them all out?"
"Done!" Zhang Feng scanned to pay two hundred Yuan directly; whether full or not, just eat first!
Moreover, if split evenly, each person only gets 20, which is not much at all.
Zhang Feng was enjoying himself, and at this moment, he saw Chen Mo putting in another hundred egg dumplings on the hotplate.
After covering the lid, Chen Mo continued making dumplings.
Watching the fairly new round ladle over the flame, using the chopsticks in his other hand, Chen Mo spread some pork fat around the ladle, then poured in oil and spun it around!
In the blink of an eye, the oil in the ladle began to smoke, and Chen Mo poured the egg liquid into it, giving the ladle another spin!
A layer of fried egg was attached at the bottom of the ladle, with the excess egg liquid poured back into the bowl, then a scoop of meat filling was added before folding the egg pancake. It was done in just a dozen seconds.
"Not bad, boss, you're quite professional!"
Chen Mo smiled, "Thanks."
Just now, when the customer scanned to pay, Chen Mo saw that the experience value on the food truck increased by 200.
Does this mean revenue equals experience value?
As long as you accumulate a thousand in revenue, the food truck can be upgraded!
This filled Chen Mo with enthusiasm, especially considering that working hard all day he barely made 300, yet he just earned 200 in this short amount of time, making him a bit happy.
The most crucial part is Chen Mo found that as his movements got more skilled, he was hitting the perfect timing points more often.
Now, the process of making egg dumplings could almost be done to a "perfect performance" level!
The hotplate sizzled beside him as Chen Mo continued making the dumplings.
Meanwhile, a group of laughing people walked over from the distant bridge.
"Let's go, have a late-night snack, and head to the third round!"
"Today was fun! Old Fang's song 'The Dancer' even made the princess cry, amazing!"
"Are you sure it wasn't the dancing that made her cry?"
"Stop joking around! Let's quickly eat something before heading for a massage!"
Old Fang, a seemingly average engineer.
Eating, drinking, singing, snacking, bathing, massage—this is their industry's three-piece set, and they're currently at the late-night snack stage.
With Old Fang's understanding of these clients, they drank so much white wine at dinner and so much beer while singing. The late-night snack everyone enjoys most is a bowl of hot, steaming noodle soup—not only sobering but settling the stomach nicely afterward.
Old Fang and seven or eight men headed straight for the noodle shop beside the avenue, but he stopped at the corner.
"What's being sold over there?"
The others stopped as well.
People their age aren't interested in stinky tofu, grilled squid, or fried sausages. They generally head straight to noodle shops, not even glancing at street vendors.
But today, something about that side seemed odd.
Beside them were two shiny Cadillacs, opposite a fresh, artsy yellow food truck where five men in their thirties were holding small bowls, eating as if they hadn't eaten all day.
"Come on, let's see what's being sold." Old Fang was simply bursting with curiosity.
As they saw another group approaching, Uncle Liu, Brother Squid, and other vendors perked up, eyeing these slightly stumbling men with anticipation.
Old Fang walked straight to [Chen Mo's food truck] and craned his neck for a look.
"Oh! Egg dumplings? I haven't had these in years!"
The slightly tipsy man next to him joined in, "They really are egg dumplings! The last time I had them... was back in school, haha!"
Egg dumplings aren't exactly rare food, but not many young people have necessarily seen them these days.
But for these middle-aged men, seeing egg dumplings instantly triggered their memories!
Old Fang licked his lips, "Shall we try some?"
The clients nodded one after the other.
"Yeah, let's try, haven't had them in years; let's see how this young boss makes them!"
"Wow! They're pan-fried! That's great; I love pan-fried ones the most."
"They should be almost done, right? I can smell them already."
Old Fang generously asked, "How much are they, young man?"
Chen Mo kept his hands busy as he replied, "Two Yuan each."
Old Fang pointed at the hotplate, "Alright, I'll take all of those!"
For people in engineering, whether they can finish or not isn't important; what matters is the grandeur!
Chen Mo nodded; the progress bar on the hotplate was about to hit the flash point; probably another half minute, and they'd be ready.
This sight left Brother Squid somewhat dumbfounded.
"Hey, hey!" Brother Squid moved closer, "Old Liu!"
Liu turned around, "Hmm?"
"Do you think these egg dumplings are actually that tasty?"
A hotplate of two hundred, and four hundred sold in this short time left Brother Squid questioning life since his maximum revenue usually was only three or four hundred.
Plus, the way Zhang Feng and his friends exaggerated their eating; picking up food and wolfing it down in three bites was just mouth-watering to watch.
Uncle Liu smacked his lips, "When there's no one around, let's try some ourselves."
Brother Squid nodded, feeling slightly frustrated, even thinking: if this kid hadn't set up shop, wouldn't all this business have been mine today?
...
Meanwhile.
At Shanshui Hall foot reflexology.
Gold star reflexologist and saleswoman Xiao Na stared at a long string of messages on her phone, with not a single reply.
She was a bit dazed.
Where are my customers?