When Chen Mo was almost at Lu Fang, he suddenly remembered something.

"Why am I wearing a suit but no leather shoes?"

[Please...come on! Didn't you take a good look at your shoe cabinet?]

"How the hell was I supposed to know that you keep the clothes and shoes separately?"

Chen Mo was really speechless, feeling this food truck was getting more and more disobedient. Tonight, he'd let all the air out of its tires!

A black suit with white sneakers—what kind of look is that, Jingzhou's Fan Debiao?

But he had already come this far, and going back would waste another twenty minutes. Standing at the end of the cobblestone street, Chen Mo poked his head out and took a look.

"It seems that Lu Fang's people were busy till late last night; they're probably not at work yet."

Without a word, he took off running!

A hundred-meter dash, stepping into the food truck and closing the door behind him, "Activate the anti-theft system. Anyone who tries to open the truck door gets a shock."

[Understood!]

No one gets to see my shoes!

As soon as Chen Mo got in the truck, a van leisurely drove up from the end of the street, and Lu the Second's assistant was reluctantly unloading things from the vehicle.

"Boss Chen, here are the ingredients you requested."

The assistant handed the meat through the window, looking at Chen Mo up and down in surprise, "Aren't you hot?"

"Are you very hot?"

The assistant was a bit speechless, thinking this Boss Chen is quite something; in over 30 degrees weather, he's wearing a suit and still thinking of helping my boss out.

Is this a chef or someone looking to pick up girls!

The assistant took another good look at Chen Mo.

Gosh, this Boss Chen wears a suit and slicks back his hair, looking quite handsome. No wonder the boss's niece is so smitten. If I had that face, I'd have gone after that girl in yoga pants who came in for dinner yesterday!

Chen Mo noticed this assistant staring at him, suspected he was from Chengdu, felt a bit creeped out, and waved his hand, "Buddy, you go ahead with your work; I need to start cooking."

The assistant made an 'oh' sound, turning back to look as he walked away.

It made Chen Mo feel like his black outfit was two degrees hotter, and he started preparing the ingredients.

He had bought a whole four large strips of pork belly, equivalent to two pigs' worth, to make twice-cooked pork belly.

The beef used for the boiled beef slices came from the trimmings of the tenderloin. Chen Mo was planning a price increase for today's spicy chicken dish.

Because it required A-level ingredients: Hanyang Peanut Chicken!

However, the Cloning Chef Machine produced them in limited quantities; it could only clone one every five minutes and only thirty per day, so the price had to be higher.

At seven o'clock, Chen Mo began preparing the ingredients!

First, he roasted the skin of the pork belly with fire, then cut it into long strips to place in the pot for boiling.

The beef was sliced thin, marinated with egg white, cornstarch, and cooking wine, and sealed with a layer of peanut oil on the surface.

Thirty Hanyang Peanut Chickens were easily chopped into small pieces by Black Blade's special ability. Unlike yesterday's chicken breasts, today's chicken chunks were fatter, most had a layer of chicken skin.

Processed by the Cloning Chef Machine, there wasn't a speck of blood foam inside the chicken bones, so they could be used immediately without further treatment!

Because there were so many ingredients to handle, by the time Chen Mo was done with everything, it was almost ten o'clock.

The Lu Family, busy all night, were gradually waking up. The first to leave the house was Lu Yingqiu, who had slept in the village. After hiking down the mountain path to Hanyang Town, she habitually greeted the food truck.

"Xiao..."

Before Brother Chen could respond, Lu Yingqiu suddenly froze.

Previously, Brother Xiao Chen always wore very relaxed sportswear, giving off a simple and sunny vibe.

But today!

Brother Xiao Chen suddenly changed into a well-fitted suit, with a slicked-back hairstyle only seen on TV celebrities.

The suit was crisp and exquisite, seemingly custom-made by a master. Brother Xiao Chen smiled at her, looking like someone who stepped out of a fashion magazine.

Lu Yingqiu was stunned for a moment, "I...got to get busy."

Chen Mo's hand, raised to greet, awkwardly hung in the air, "Already charmed by my looks? Looks like Yu Liang University doesn't have any handsome guys after all."

Chen Mo continued to prepare the seasonings, managing to have everything ready before ten o'clock finally.

That's typical for Chinese cuisine.

Dealing with ingredients and preparing seasonings often takes a long time, but once everything is ready, the final cooking is swift.

With the black outfit, Chen Mo felt cool and refreshed, his spirits lifted.

As time passed, the vendors for today's market began appearing on Hanyang Street, tourists were gradually increasing, looking outside along the cobblestone street, one could see more people on the main road, though no one had yet entered this alley.

Chen Mo sat on the stool with his eyes slightly closed, reviewing the recipes stored in his mind when there was no business.

"Boss, one order of...whoa! Aren't you hot?"

Chen Mo opened his eyes; it was the guy from yesterday.

He Ziheng looked at Chen Mo inside the food truck, almost dumbstruck. In over 30 degrees of heat, wearing a suit?

Although he did look handsome.

But does looking handsome have any use?

He Ziheng thought that Chen Mo was indeed overdoing it; wouldn't he faint from the heat while cooking later?

Chen Mo replied grumpily, "Stop the nonsense, what do you want to eat?"

"Um, um, a serving of everything on the menu."

The menu hadn't changed, but the prices had... He Ziheng noticed, "Whoa boss, why jack up the price? Yesterday's spicy chicken was 58 yuan, today it's 88 yuan?"

Chen Mo tapped the side of the pot with his black spoon, "So, do you want it or not?"

"I want it!" He Ziheng clenched his fists, "But I'm telling you, if the overpriced spicy chicken is the same as yesterday's, I'll flip this place!"

"No problem, you go ahead and flip it."

After saying that, Chen Mo grabbed a handful of chicken chunks from the basin, making He Ziheng lean back strategically, "No wonder the price went up; it looks like there's more chicken!"

Chen Mo ignored him.

Today's spicy chicken had a slight variation in its preparation.

First, the chicken chunks were tossed with a bit of Sichuan pepper oil, then coated with a layer of cornstarch.

The cornstarch provided a protective layer, allowing the Sichuan pepper oil to seep into the meat when exposed to high heat, achieving both an internal and external spiciness.

This wasn't done before due to the texture of chicken breasts, which absorbed flavors easily with a simple stir-fry. This whole chopped chicken was tenderer but not as easy to flavor.

He Ziheng hadn't a clue of the intricacies, only knowing he was hungry now!

He Ziheng watched Chen Mo cook attentively, wishing the dish could skip cooking and go straight to eating.

Then, he heard the chattering sound of silver bells near his ear and turned his head.

At the end of the alley, a group of women, whose temperament was no less than that of his auntie, walked in chatting happily.

He Ziheng was stunned, then quickly turned to look at Chen Mo.

At this moment, the chicken chunks covered with Sichuan pepper oil and cornstarch were lifted from the hot oil pot.

In the black pot, add base oil, throw in a large amount of Sichuan pepper at low temperature, followed by scallions and garlic.

Once the oil temperature drops, add a large amount of chili!

Continue to stir-fry.

As the intermediary between chili and chicken, there was a lot of hot oil at the bottom of the pot. As the spiciness intensified, Chen Mo switched to medium heat.

Pushing the chilies to the sides and revealing the pot's red-tinged vegetable oil base.

At this moment.

The chicken, fried until golden and crispy, was all put into the pot.

Using a simple technique, a small flip of the spoon, Chen Mo's left hand flipped and tossed, mixing chili and chicken in the pot.

Flying, falling, turning into a stunning image in the air.

He Ziheng was mesmerized at this moment.

He finally seemed to understand why Boss Xiao Chen dressed up so flashy today.

Boss, yesterday you must have overheard my aunt's chat, right?

You knew a group of rich ladies was coming for a gathering today, so you dressed so flashy, right?

Hmm...

Thinking this way, it makes much more sense; who's got a naturally strong stomach?

Who doesn't want a bowl of warm comforting rice?

He Ziheng understood.

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