Liu Yang and his colleagues finished eating the fish, even sucking on the fish bones in their bowls for a while, and finally drank up the excess soup in one gulp.

Unexpectedly, the soup was even more flavorful than the fish meat, and after drinking it, his lips felt a bit sticky.

"If only we could have one more," Liu Yang said to Chen Mo, looking longingly at the steaming pot.

"Yangzai, look over there!"

Liu Yang followed his colleague's direction and saw the previously despondent driver now leaning on the side of the truck, frantically scooping up fish!

Every time he caught a fish, he would put it in a plastic bag, scoop some water in, and hang it on a hook for the buyer to take.

Liu Yang squinted, "This is a good thing. I heard the elder say if the goods on this truck are ruined, he has to pay 50,000. As long as the fish are alive, he can sell as many as possible to reduce some losses. Let's go help!"

The people's police serve the people. Liu Yang, along with two colleagues, quickly ran over, and the traffic cops who were still waiting to eat fish weren't far behind.

"Boss, give our fish to other customers!"

Four or five traffic officers quickly ran over to help catch fish and pack them.

Liu Yang wasn't just thinking about helping; with the crowd around the fish truck growing, it was already getting a bit chaotic.

If they were present, they could maintain some order to prevent any incidents, and their uniforms could deter opportunists from leaving with fish without paying.

With the policemen's involvement, Old Wang's pressure reduced significantly, and his fish-scooping motions sped up. Liu Yang stood by the front of the truck, holding plastic bags to help pack the fish.

Soon, he discovered a new problem.

"Erdan, Erdan!"

Zhang Erdan looked up, frustrated, "Can you not call me by my nickname while on duty?"

"Oh, Zhang Erdan!"

"You..." Zhang Erdan swallowed back his words, mindful of maintaining his image, "What's up?"

Liu Yang jumped off the truck, "These people are buying fish for that little boss to cook. Now, a lot of fish can be sold, but I see the little boss is a bit overwhelmed. How can he possibly cook all these fish alone?"

Zhang Erdan turned to look, realizing it was indeed a problem.

At least forty or fifty people surrounded the little boss's food truck, each representing at least one fish. This way, they might not finish by nightfall.

The key is, the fish can't wait until night.

If so many people bought fish but didn't get to eat, and the fish died, it would cause trouble.

"What should we do then?" Zhang Erdan asked.

Liu Yang squinted, "I have an idea, but it depends on whether the little boss agrees. You keep an eye here, and I'll go communicate with him."

Chen Mo watched the increasing number of customers, starting to feel a bit panicked.

He'd seen this kind of scene when selling other things before, but he'd always prepared the food an afternoon in advance and mainly did simple processing when selling in the evening.

The serving speed was very fast.

But now, Chen Mo not only had to clean the fish but also cook them, and the most crucial issue was he only had one small pot, which remained idle for a long time during the stewing process.

"Brother, brother!" Chen Mo heard a voice, turned his head, and confirmed it was calling him, "Hmm?"

It was the policeman who had sucked on the fish head.

"Come over here, I have something to discuss with you."

Chen Mo glanced at the progress bar; the stewing had just begun, and he wasn't busy now, so he got out of the truck and went over, "What's up?"

Liu Yang peered into the crowd, "There are so many people, you definitely can't finish in time. If you delay and the fish they have in hand don't last, trouble might arise."

Can't solve Old Wang's problem only to create more trouble for others, right?

"But I only have these tools, I really want to go faster," Chen Mo sighed, helpless.

Liu Yang lowered his voice, "I do have a way, but I don't know if you..."

"Go ahead."

Liu Yang said, "I can communicate with the toll station, they have a dining hall with big pots and stoves. My plan is like this."

Liu Yang's idea was, with more traffic jams at the toll station, it's likely over a kilometer long. If the traffic isn't resolved soon, it might extend onto the highway. First, the congestion problem must be solved.

It's best to move the fish truck outside the toll station first, and have Chen Mo follow as well.

That place is very spacious, and if queued properly, accommodating these vehicles and people wouldn't be a problem.

Then, Liu Yang would communicate with the toll station to borrow their kitchen's pots and stoves!

Letting Chen Mo use a large iron pot to cook directly would solve everything.

After explaining his plan, Liu Yang looked at Chen Mo, "How about it? I know you charge 20 per fish, which is a good deed, but you're the only one who can help solve this now."

Liu Yang was a sincere person, truly wanting to help people solve difficulties and not wanting anyone to contribute in vain.

"Do you have a job?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment; he hadn't completely resigned yet, so he said, "Yes, but I'm about to resign."

Liu Yang nodded, "No problem. I'll write a commendation letter to your company on behalf of the unit, maybe even send a banner."

"Ah? No need," Chen Mo felt a bit panicked.

About to resign, if a banner is sent to the office, wouldn't that reveal he's running a stall?

How awkward would that be?

"Alright, just tell me if it can be done," Liu Yang watched Chen Mo mumble without agreeing, getting anxious.

Chen Mo had his own considerations.

He wasn't unwilling, just hesitant.

Firstly, there was a progress bar to refer to in the food truck, making things smoother for him; outside the truck, this function would be nonexistent, reminding him of the dependence on BGM at Yueyun Pavilion last time.

Secondly, Chen Mo was used to making small batches in the black pot, but switching to a large iron pot was a different ballgame. While it's all cooking, it's not at all the same. Otherwise, why isn't cafeteria food tasty?

He hadn't cooked big pot dishes before.

Liu Yang was anxious.

"Bro, just say something! If you say yes, I'll mobilize people now. If no, just pretend I said nothing earlier!"

In a fleeting moment of clarity, Chen Mo recalled the drunken night at the unfinished building.

Back then, he had nothing and feared nothing.

Now, with things looking up, he was anxious, always hiding in the food truck, always wanting to rely on the ridiculous progress bar.

Can he not survive without the food truck?

Ripping at the skin on his lips, Chen Mo's hesitant eyes gradually became clear.

Hell, what's there to fear! I still have nearly a hundred thousand in WeChat. If I screw up these fish, I'll just buy them myself.

Having chosen the path of culinary arts, should he stay cooped up cooking in a truck for life?

With a surge of courage, Chen Mo grew calmer and more composed.

He nodded slightly, "Alright, you go coordinate, I'll finish this pot of fish first."

Watching Chen Mo's departing figure, Liu Yang instantly breathed a sigh of relief; controlling the trouble from escalating was great, completely resolving it even better.

However, those who do good shouldn't do it quietly.

He took out his phone and made a request to his superior.

Asking for a one-minute city news flash isn't too much, right?

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