Contrary to the imagined menu name, the recipe derived from the analysis was directly named after the type of ingredient.

Dishes daring to be named this way usually have great confidence in the ingredient itself. Chen Mo lifted the fish and looked at it repeatedly; this thing had golden scales and a red tail, slender and slim, completely different from the black carp bought from the seafood store.

"Little fish, I'm sorry for this..."

Chen Mo found a rolling pin and banged on the fish head twice. The lively fish instantly settled down, lying obediently on the chopping board, docilely at his disposal.

Force really is necessary!

This is where you have to commend kids raised in the countryside. Chen Mo mastered the skills of killing fish and chickens at a young age, and even participated in activities like pig and sheep slaughter as an adult.

In his childhood, shopping in the village was inconvenient. During the New Year, every household would eat a fish, symbolizing bountiful years ahead.

But the nearest town to the village would close for New Year around the twenty-sixth and seventh of the last month and reopen on the fifteenth of the first month, unlike now when they don't even close on New Year's Eve.

So when Chen Mo was little, the family had to buy two fish around the twentieth of the last lunar month and keep them in a large vat, changing the water frequently.

One for the small New Year, and another for New Year's Eve.

Sometimes when the family was too busy, Chen Mo would take the initiative to help and gradually mastered the skill of killing fish. When not busy, he would even help Xiao Hua's family with it.

Then Xiao Hua would fetch chicken meatballs from a large porcelain jar in the yard for Chen Mo to enjoy, which were incredibly delicious. Finally, he'd ask Xiao Hua for two spiral candies and merrily return home.

Thanks to his childhood experience, although Chen Mo was slightly rusty now, handling this fish was not challenging and was done in three to four minutes.

He threw it in the cabinet for a while, then took it out. The automatic cleaning function thoroughly cleaned the carp.

"Let me see what's up with this recipe."

Chen Mo squatted down, cooking rice in the electric cooker while watching the images in his mind.

"So the so-called Yellow River Carp is actually braised fish?"

Chen Mo scratched his head, feeling that the food truck's analysis function was indeed being convoluted.

"But there are a few more steps."

Cut off the back and side fins of the carp's abdomen. According to the recipe, the carp is best processed with the food truck's automatic cleaning function.

The main sources of a carp's fishy smell are mucus on the skin, clinging blood, and black membranes inside the abdomen. Then there are the fish teeth and gills.

The automatic cleaning function perfectly adheres to anything that needs cleaning, providing very healthy deep cleaning for the slaughtered carp, making mucus, black membranes, and clinging blood disappear completely.

"So using the automatic cleaning function means this fish doesn't need the de-fishing-smell step at all?"

Chen Mo was immediately overjoyed.

The most annoying part about cooking is the pre-marination to remove the fishy smell, always requiring a lot of seasoning and waiting time.

The cleaned carp began to be cut.

"Angle the knife in, parallel knife out along the bones?" Chen Mo started cutting again, not noticing when a man with his own scale arrived at the front of the car.

"Whoa, brother, you really bought a fish and are cooking it yourself?"

Chen Mo nodded, "What else to do at noon but eat?"

The young man curiously circled the yellow food truck, "Cool, this car seems great. Feels like it would be awesome for a road trip. Is it modified or bought?"

"Partially modified, mainly the back food truck part."

Men often have a special longing for things that bring freedom. The young man looked at it for a long time, leaning on the cupboard and peering inside for quite some time, "Cool, really cool. If I could have such a car, that would be awesome."

Chen Mo smiled without speaking.

"By the way, buddy, why not help me cook too? Seeing the setup, it seems you're doing food hospitality on the go?"

Seeing Chen Mo hesitating, the young man didn't talk nonsense, "Anyway, there's traffic, tell me how much to cook a fish?"

"Mainly because I'm not sure how it will taste."

While experienced with chicken, Chen Mo was unsure of his skills with fish.

"No worries, large carps aren't usually that bad, just don't make vinegar fish."

"Then I charge..." Chen Mo really didn't know how to charge.

Selling fish directly is easy since there's a market price to refer to, but processing fish is rarely seen.

"How about forty per jin, is that okay? When I used to eat outside at roadside restaurant, the price was more or less this," suggested the young man seeing Chen Mo's difficulty in naming a price.

This price isn't actually low; if the chef did well, it would be considered very cheap.

As it includes fish slaughtering, and the other party also uses personal seasoning and gas, plus labor.

It is not a lot in total.

Chen Mo felt it was fair; cooking one or two fish didn't make much difference.

"Okay, leave it here then."

Chen Mo finished cutting his fish, and began slaughtering the young man's fish.

"Tsk, this uncle is also pitiful. If there's no good way to deal with this fish, he worked in vain all year."

"What can be done though." After killing the fish, Chen Mo squatted and tossed it in the cabinet, splashing his hands in the water bucket pretending to wash fish, "If there's blame, it's self-checking and maintaining all equipment properly before departure."

The young man deeply agreed, leaning on the food truck and watching the situation unfold.

The elder uncle insisted on not moving his car until the toll station dealt with this problem today!

The toll station was within its rights, we follow the rules, are you blaming me for your equipment malfunction?

The policemen didn't know what to do in the middle, and the traffic police looked at the growing line and began to worry, especially with some small vehicles not following rules and cutting in line wherever there was an open spot, eventually blocking the ETC lane too!

But around Chen Mo, it was like a haven away from worldly matters.

Both fish fully cut, he gave his fish tail a swallowtail shape, "This one is mine, let's not confuse them."

"Rest assured, mine is one jin eight liang, yours is two jin, a considerable difference."

Damn!

Chen Mo mused about the young man carrying a scale with his belongings but claiming the fish weight difference didn't matter, what a double standard.

After the cutting, it was time to dust with flour.

[Dust the surface and incisions with glutinous rice flour, a thin layer is enough.]

Following the method from the mental image, Chen Mo pinched and spread the glutinous rice flour evenly over the fish's surface, then patted it smoothly, handling both fish quickly.

The young man observed Chen Mo's actions, nodding silently.

"Took lessons?"

Chen Mo shook his head, "If self-taught counts, then learned."

The young man pursed his lips and continued nodding, "Your pot isn't big enough, deep frying like this would be rather tricky."

A two-jin carp isn't small, requiring a large pan for whole cooking.

Chen Mo lifted his head, surprised.

Could it be, this guy is a connoisseur too?

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