Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Brother Squid’s High-Stakes Gamble!

[CT6 car owner Dunzi: Two hundred yuan for fast food? A friend of mine wants to know where, is it safe?]

[Only Love Liu Yifei: Two or three hundred doesn’t matter, but what’s the ultimate enjoyment? Come on, details please!]

[XT5 car owner Old Zhao: Are you enjoying yourself and only after you’re done, you think of telling the brothers in the group? I’ll come by tomorrow night to check it out. If it’s not good, prepare to be beaten up!]

Zhang Feng laughed.

As for Boss Chen Mo’s fast food omelet dumplings, not to brag or criticize, they’re definitely the best fast food he’s ever had in his life. Seeing that young boss setting up a stall for the first time, if it weren’t for the long wait, Zhang Feng reckoned he could eat another serving.

[CT5 car owner Zhang Feng: Although it’s a street food stall, it’s absolutely safe. I checked several times, absolutely clean! As for the ultimate enjoyment… heh, you’ll know once you try it! The location is on Central Avenue, I’m going there again tonight. I even paid a deposit yesterday, I’m first in line tomorrow!]

[CT6 car owner Dunzi: …]

[…]

[XT5 car owner Old Zhao: Damn… I don’t want to be in the same group as you…]

Two groups in the chat discussing the same topic, each talking their own talk, neither realizing any issue exists. Satisfied with his act, Zhang Feng threw away his phone and opened his computer to start his Sunday activity: ranking up!

Nearing noon.

Xiao Na, having just woken up not long ago, was summoned to the shop.

Regarding the previous night’s business situation, the boss decided to hold a meeting.

“Impossible, even in the dullest times, there couldn’t be no customers in the shop!”

Xiao Na, with a bitter face, “Because yesterday Brother Zhang and Brother Fang both said they’d come over and bring people, so I didn’t contact other customers.”

Brother Fang said he’d bring seven or eight people, and Brother Zhang said he had four good buddies, so calculating this, most of the shop’s technicians would have customers to serve, so Xiao Na didn’t contact more.

And what happened?

Both of them stood Xiao Na up, directly resulting in an empty shop the previous night!

The boss, smoking a cigarette, furrowed his brows, deep in thought.

“Hiss…” he exhaled a puff of thick smoke, “Could it be that another shop snuck attack us? Logically speaking, the only competition for foot massage is other foot massage places, yes, that must be it!”

The boss quickly confirmed the reason, “It absolutely was another shop’s sneak attack! Alright then, Xiao Na, tonight you’ll come with me to stroll around and see which shop is stealing our customers!”

Xiao Na helplessly nodded, “Okay!”

Meanwhile, on the other side, Chen Mo had just returned to the neighborhood after a run to the supermarket.

Coming back, Chen Mo saw those three workers sitting in a shady spot chatting, hammers in hand clanking against the iron frames on the ground.

“Looks like the developer never planned to hand over the properties…”

Though he already knew the result, seeing that scene still made Chen Mo a bit angry.

Back in the first-floor hall, Chen Mo first adjusted the meat filling according to the system prompts, preparing twice as much as the previous day!

He put the meat filling into the storage cabinet under the food truck before arranging the ingredients he bought from the supermarket on the counter.

“Let’s see what you’ve got!”

Pig lungs, pig heart, lean pork, rice.

According to Chen Mo’s online search, these items should basically complete a pot of assorted pig organ porridge.

Adjusting his previously glum mood, he put the ingredients into the food truck’s drop-in unit below.

[Main ingredients: Pig offal, rice]

[Analyzing available recipes…]

[Comparing recipe effects…]

[Report: Based on the types of ingredients you provided and your current culinary level, we’ve found the most suitable recipe for you to make.]

[Recipe: Assorted Pig Organ Porridge (Note: The ingredients you selected do not fully match the porridge recipe, for cooking, please strictly follow the prompt for ingredient selection.)]

Oh?

Chen Mo just randomly bought some pig offal from the butcher near the supermarket, but the system’s requirements are quite high?

The text before his eyes flickered and changed continuously.

Unlike the egg dumplings before, the description of ingredients this time was extremely detailed, and Chen Mo mouthed the words, quickly engraving them into his mind.

[Based on your current culinary level, the best ingredient match for Assorted Pig Organ Porridge: Intestines, pig liver, pig heart, pig kidney, wrapped pig lungs, lean pork]

Chen Mo immediately noted these ingredients down.

[Wrapped pig lungs: Meat surrounding the pig lungs, slightly tendonous, suitable for soup (porridge)]

[Lean pork: Select lean meat from the rib joint, although the taste is ordinary, its special texture ensures it won’t become tough no matter how cooked.]

[Intestines, liver, heart, kidney: No special requirements, but must be fresh, preferably just slaughtered.]

Wow!

After reading the introduction to the ingredients, Chen Mo felt uneasy.

Making egg dumplings is as easy as buying things from the supermarket, but for making pig offal porridge, do I have to squat at the slaughterhouse?

Years of work experience taught Chen Mo a habit: either don’t do it, or do it to the extreme!

Chen Mo quickly started searching on his phone for the nearest slaughterhouse.

…

On Central Avenue, the crowd on Saturday is even larger than on Friday night. People who have worked five days need a night at home to adjust.

After adjusting on Saturday, they must start a night of partying, exhaust themselves, and then take Sunday to recuperate before facing the terrible five days again.

Therefore, every Saturday, the street vendors like Uncle Liu and Brother Squid set up their stalls earlier than usual.

“Hey! This kid is here early today too?” Uncle Liu smacked his lips with a sip of white liquor and took a bite of squid.

It was the wager he won last night.

“Old Liu, how does this kid look like such a bookish person, yet he’s just started setting up a stall and is already doing better business than our years of experience?” Brother Squid took a sip of liquor, grimacing at the spiciness.

Uncle Liu handed over a grilled sausage to Brother Squid to ease it down, “Didn’t a Qinghua graduate sell pork a few years back and eventually got his company listed? That’s why whatever you do, you need to study!”

Brother Squid sneered in disbelief.

If studying was useful, would Chen Mo still need to set up a stall?

Seeing Chen Mo cleaning up his stand, Brother Squid walked over with a bottle, “Brother Jiaozi, want a drink?”

Chen Mo was a bit surprised; how could they be drinking at just eight o’clock?

“No, I can’t drink, just one glass and I’m out.”

Brother Squid, unfazed by the rebuff, peered at what Chen Mo was placing on the counter, “Something new today?”

This immediately caught Uncle Liu’s interest, who curiously looked over at the counter as well.

Chen Mo nodded, “Yes, today I’m planning to sell some porridge too.”

Brother Squid and Uncle Liu exchanged glances.

They thought this kid must be out of his mind.

You’re selling midnight snacks and you brew porridge?

In the north, there aren’t many kinds of porridge, mostly things like millet porridge, eight-treasure porridge, or navy bean porridge. The price is usually around 2~3 Yuan per bowl.

The most crucial thing is.

Jingzhou people drink porridge, and it must be in the morning. It seems to be an unwritten rule that porridge is only for breakfast!

So when they saw Chen Mo preparing porridge, they found it somewhat amusing.

Uncle Liu shook his head, gesturing to Brother Squid to stay silent, and returned to his stall, took a sip, and turned away.

“Some lessons you have to learn for yourself; it’s useless if others tell you.”

Brother Squid nodded in agreement and took a sip of wine, then bit into a piece of sausage, “When I first set up my stall, I had no clue and lost quite a bit. I think Brother Jiaozi is just overwhelmed by yesterday’s business success and thinks he can sell anything.”

Just as he finished speaking, Brother Squid saw Chen Mo hang up a sign in front of the food cart.

The look on his face was bewildered.

[Pan-fried egg dumplings: 2 Yuan/piece]

[Porridge: 15 Yuan/bowl]

Brother Squid looked back at his own sign, [Grilled squid: 10 Yuan/skewer]

Then he looked at Uncle Liu’s sign and those of other nearby stalls.

Handmade noodles: 7 Yuan per bowl, stinky tofu: 6 Yuan per serving, potato pancakes: 2 Yuan each, egg pancakes: 5 Yuan each.

With these prices, you charge 15 Yuan for a bowl of porridge?

Brother Squid licked his lips, sensing another business opportunity, “Old Liu, want to bet?”

“Sure!”

“I bet this kid’s porridge won’t sell more than 30 servings today!”

Uncle Liu turned back and stared at Brother Squid, “You’re playing like that? 30 is quite a lot; make it 15, 15 servings!”

Brother Squid didn’t haggle, “Deal. If he can sell 15 servings, I’ll buy you Wake-up to Death 53 tomorrow!”

Old Liu’s eyes lit up, “Alright! If he doesn’t sell 15 servings, I’ll treat you to Qingdao Pure Draft tomorrow!”

Chen Mo was busy preparing the ingredients; the reason he came three hours early today was that everything had to be made fresh.

Little did he know, the most daunting bet in the history of Central Avenue was quietly taking place!

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