Chapter 80: Chapter 79: Cards on the Table—This Is the Full Version

“Don’t wash yet, I’m going over there to take a look.”

Du Qiming felt that this team was rather professional.

He soaked his feet, watching as the female therapist placed his calf on her knee and began tapping on the instep with precision—both the strength and the choice of area were just right.

Meanwhile, the aroma of meat lingering around his nose was quite mysterious.

It had a bit of a barbecued scent, but if he tried to discern it carefully, it also had a hint of braised meat, yet whenever Du Qiming tried to analyze it, it would shift into a slightly spicy meat aroma.

Truly miraculous, while he recognized that the food he tasted could have a complex aroma, the scent he smelled being so complex was beyond Du Qiming’s understanding of cooking.

So, he first told Xiao Na not to rush washing, he had to see what this Boss Xiao Chen was up to.

Xiao Na kindly pointed to the countdown clock by the table, “Boss, this clock is always ticking.”

It didn’t matter.

Du Qiming didn’t turn back, “It’s fine.”

Curious, really curious.

Besides wanting a free treat, Du Qiming was also somewhat bored when he came out today.

The greatest enemy at the construction site is boredom, is loneliness.

So he came out with a mindset of causing some excitement, and now having witnessed the therapist’s professionalism, and smelling such an enticing meat aroma, he was utterly clueless.

Du Qiming walked to the front of the food cart.

“Folks, this is for those who don’t believe in Boss Xiao Chen’s skills and think I’m just a shill with the therapist sisters!”

LuLu exclaimed arrogantly into the live stream, “This fan just said, if it’s really delicious, not only would he pay, but he’d also give me a carnival gift, witnesses here in the live stream, right?”

Excitement has always been what online fans love to watch.

At this moment, there were over two hundred people watching the live stream, which, for a new little streamer, wasn’t a small number but a lot already.

“Thanks to my dear Hu Tou Hu Nao for the little hearts!” LuLu found this fan familiar, clicked on the avatar and, sure enough…

“Hu Zi, why haven’t you come out to eat these few days?”

Hu Tou Hu Nao: Don’t mention it. My sprint time dropped by 0.5 seconds, nearly got scolded to death by the coach, I’m on a nutrition management plan these days, cutting out carbs.

Zhou Hu tossed and turned in bed.

His mind was filled with images of tall goblets swaying and lips stained with red oil like they were smeared with fresh blood.

Damn, when I, Hu Zi, get my sprint back down to 10.5 seconds, I’ll perform scarfing down a large bowl of noodles in three bites for you all!

Unable to eat noodles, Hu Zi could only watch the live stream through the screen and occasionally grab a red packet in the information group.

Because of Du Qiming’s “realness,” the fans in the live stream were quite lively right now.

“Little bro, later don’t ignore your conscience, saying it’s not good when it really is, that’s not fair.”

“Regardless of whether it’s good or not, you can’t lose. Just think, if this is a team, you get a foot wash from a female streamer for 38 bucks, isn’t that a deal? If not, you still enjoyed a foot massage service, and that price isn’t too much!”

“Anyway, that little boss was too arrogant earlier, I don’t like it. What’s with saying if it’s bad you don’t have to pay, as if his cooking can compete with a Michelin restaurant.”

The fans’ opinions varied, LuLu explained one by one to the bullet screen while chatting, “Thanks for the sports car from my Yueyun Pavilion! Muah muah muah, love…”

Before finishing her words, LuLu was depressed by a bullet message.

Yueyun Pavilion: Please point the camera at the food cart, not yourself.

Embarrassed, LuLu turned the camera around, thinking about what kind of people these are, watching a live stream not for the hostess but for the Boss Xiao Chen, it’s absurd!

But she had no choice, as a small streamer, a sports car got her to the top of the leaderboards, she had to obey.

The camera focused on Boss Xiao Chen in the food cart.

At the moment, Chen Mo was doing the initial preparations.

He stir-fried the beef cubes until crispy and set them aside in a bowl for later use; the next step was making tofu.

Binhe Road.

After arriving in Jingzhou with his boss, Hou Yao made it convenient for himself by setting up a room on the third floor of Yueyun Pavilion as his dormitory.

He really liked the pace of life in Jingzhou, while in Guangzhou, closing time by midnight?

Not possible.

But in Jingzhou, new customers rarely come in after eight, finishing work unusually early, and at this moment, Hou Yao lay in his dorm watching the live stream on his phone.

After sending a sports car, Hou Yao watched the long, slender hands in the live stream with great interest.

“No wonder Boss Xiao Chen doesn’t come to work at the shop, seems like his side hustle stall is indeed stronger than full-time work.”

With a serving of Mapo Tofu priced at 58, plus buns and noodles, Hou Yao roughly calculated that Chen Mo’s gross income so far was around four to five thousand.

Without rent, this profit was not to be underestimated.

Lounging while watching the live stream, Hou Yao suddenly sat up straight upon seeing a particular move by Chen Mo on the screen, “Is this?”

He saw that Chen Mo had just sautéed the base aroma, something very common in Sichuan Cuisine.

But after he incorporated the tofu-soaked sauce water with the aromatic base and blended them, he actually filtered the broth once again before returning it to the pot!

“Wouldn’t doing so make it too bland?” Hou Yao muttered to himself, then laughed at his own thoughts.

It’s a simple problem: usually, you’d just add one portion of seasoning, this way you add two, so there’s no issue of it being too bland or not.

But Hou Yao was puzzled as to why Boss Xiao Chen would do this?

He continued watching the stream.

Development Zone.

Chen Mo strained out the dregs from the pot, the sauce with red oil returned to the pot, boiled, then he removed the black pot from the stove.

The next step was one that had never appeared when making previous Mapo Tofu.

Although it existed in the recipe for an advanced version of Mapo Tofu, Chen Mo hadn’t added this step because… to a non-professional cook, among many culinary techniques, Chen Mo considered roasting to be the hardest to master.

The thin pot separated the ingredients from the fire, if the heat was slightly too high, it would be scorched, if slightly too low, it would lose moisture, this was a technique requiring one to play with fire truly.

Skipping this step didn’t have as big an impact on the advanced Mapo Tofu as imagined, but now facing more than ordinary customers, Chen Mo decided to be bold and give it a try!

He took out the previously set-aside frying pan from the cabinet and placed it on the stove.

He dared not use the black pot for this step.

The black pot had an extremely fast heat transfer rate, too fast a progress bar that made it hard to control operations, so better to use a regular pan to slow things down.

And Chen Mo’s next step left those who understood cooking and those who didn’t, silent.

It left them in absolute silence.

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