A serving of stir-fried shredded potatoes, with the cost of ingredients estimated to be less than seven mao, could actually be sold for a horrifying price of 18 yuan?

Chen Mo also felt the price was outrageous, and just heard the family member ask in a very flattering tone, "Master, can I eat inside?"

The middle-aged man standing at the door tilted his chin up impatiently, "This is the employee cafeteria, no way."

Chen Mo looked inside through the doorway, and saw that there was no one dining in the restaurant at all, only an elderly woman sitting in front of a table scrolling through Douyin and munching on sunflower seeds.

'Not allowing indoor dining saves the trouble of cleaning up. Allowing employees to dine inside is also something they have to deal with. This cafeteria contractor is really impressive.'

The family member opened his mouth as if to say something more, but was stared back by the middle-aged man.

"Master, may I ask who is Qian Erniu?" Chen Mo stepped forward and asked.

"That's me, what's up?"

"Oh, President Qian. Hello." Chen Mo extended his hand but seeing that the other party kept his hands behind his back with no intention to shake hands, he smiled and retracted it, "I'm from the investment company, here's my ID, please take a look."

Qian Erniu took a stack of documents from Chen Mo and glanced at it, "I know. Unfortunately, our cafeteria and stalls are all full at the moment. If you want to inspect, I don't think it's possible inside the cafeteria."

A few days ago, Qian Erniu received a notice that the head office would send someone to inspect the cafeteria, possibly establishing a new restaurant in the name of the head office's catering group.

But Qian Erniu was completely indifferent to this.

My brother is the dean, who decides what goes on around here?

However, Qian Tieniu also warned him to be polite to this inspector sent by the investment company, since they were coming with certain authority.

Chen Mo smiled politely, "Of course, we won't take up space in your cafeteria. I'm just here to coordinate related matters with you. We brought our own food truck, and if there's no problem, we'll start our field inspection on the side of your cafeteria entrance today."

Qian Erniu suddenly frowned tightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, "Wait a moment, I'll make a call to ask."

Seeing the other party go inside to make a call, Chen Mo exhaled a breath.

It seems this inspection will indeed face troubles, the cafeteria head is the dean's brother, and the dean is also a personal investor in the hospital, and holds a significant position within the group.

The investment company trying to bypass the medical group to meddle in hospital affairs, Manager Liao has a tough job.

Qian Erniu finished his call quickly, and after hanging up, he came to the door, "Alright, come with me. We've already arranged a specific spot for you here."

Chen Mo nodded and followed Qian Erniu outside.

The cafeteria here is on the basement level one of the inpatient building. Taking the elevator to the first floor, Qian Erniu led Chen Mo out of the inpatient department building, then turned around a corner of the building, arriving at the back door of the inpatient department!

"Well…" Qian Erniu apologized slightly, "Because our cafeteria really can't free up a place for you, you know this is a hospital, setting up a food truck in the front yard is indeed against regulations. The dean's idea is... How do you feel about this location?"

Interesting.

Chen Mo looked around, this location was quite intriguing.

Exiting the back door of the inpatient department, there is a high wall of the hospital directly opposite, leaving a passageway just over three meters wide.

And the so-called back door is actually just where internal personnel go in and out to throw trash or something. Yep, there's also a large trash can on one side of the back door.

What was said was polite and courteous, but actually coming up with such a location, quite interesting.

Chen Mo remembered Old Jiang's admonition to him, to inspect as much as possible, and not to act rashly when encountering obstacles, as some things were not under his purview.

So he said, "Sure, I'm working, you're working too, thank you."

A hint of surprise flashed across Qian Erniu's eyes, then he smiled, "Alright, let's do it this way! If there's any difficulties, just come to the cafeteria to find me! After all, you're from the head office, we have to arrange everything that needs arranging!"

Chen Mo exchanged a few more pleasantries with him, and Qian Erniu said he had to go back to take care of the cafeteria.

"Brother Chen Mo, they are really going too far! Who sets up a stand in such a place? This is clearly targeting us!"

Mu Mu huffed after seeing the man disappear.

Chen Mo sighed, "It's normal. We're here to cut off their financial resources; it's already decent they didn't tear us limb from limb. Alright, let's get to work."

Even though he didn't know how to run this business, what needed doing still needed doing.

Once work was underway, Mu Mu quickly forgot the earlier unpleasantness.

Chen Mo was in charge of kneading dough, mixing fillings, wrapping buns, frying beef cubes, cutting tofu, and other prep work.

Mu Mu was responsible for cheering and encouraging from the side, serving tea, pouring water, massaging legs, and rubbing shoulders.

Mu Mu felt that her coordination with Brother Chen Mo was becoming more and more seamless, that without her, Chen Mo's food truck wouldn't last a day.

They were busy until after eleven at night when the preparation work was almost done.

With a little time before opening hours, Chen Mo told Mu Mu to go lie down and rest in the cockpit for a while.

He himself stood outside the food truck and started contemplating.

They'd been busy for four or five hours, and only saw one person come out from the back door. That person ran to the corner of the building, crouched to smoke a cigarette, and hurriedly ran back.

How do they play this?

If you can't figure it out, then don't try.

Chen Mo prepared to make a serving of braised chicken, after all, he and Mu Mu hadn't had dinner yet.

And just setting up, practicing a new dish isn't a bad idea either.

He took a chicken from the cabinet.

The chicken Mu Mu brought from a restaurant had a compact front body, a round back, and when squeezed, it felt tender and smooth. It was crucially very cleanly washed!

"I wonder where Lao Mu got this chicken from, the supplier is really responsible, handling it so well."

Chen Mo sighed and threw the chicken on the cutting board. With a cleaver, he split it in half at the spine, then chopped off the beak and chicken feet.

According to the recipe guide, he placed the whole chicken in a basin and let it soak in sweet bean paste before coating it evenly with wet starch.

Then the pot was started! Oil was heated!

The black pot's special properties came into play again. Once heated to six-tenths hot, the whole chicken was dropped straight into the pot. Chen Mo precisely timed the process, checking the progress bar, and took it out when the chicken skin turned golden.

"Huh, this is quite interesting to make."

Honestly, just this frying made the chicken look enticingly colorful, exuding a mouthwatering aroma.

But Chen Mo knew, it was far from done.

He first poured out the old oil from the black pot, added fresh oil, and tossed in pre-chopped scallions, ginger, Sichuan peppercorns, and star anise for a brief stir-fry to release the aroma, and then continued stir-frying with a spoonful of sweet bean paste.

Chen Mo noticed the progress bar moved quickly when stir-frying the sweet bean paste. If he hadn't focused intensely, he might have missed the timing, ultimately only receiving an "okay" rating.

"Seems like sweet bean paste easily burns, gotta watch out for slightly high oil temperatures, have to be more careful next time."

Next, he successively added soy sauce, boiling water, fine salt, and casually chopped the two fried chicken halves into large chunks, tossing them into the pot.

While it boiled, he skimmed off the foam.

As he awaited the progress bar to reach the optimal moment, Chen Mo stroked his chin, contemplating how to possibly achieve mass production for this dish.

In the cockpit, Mu Mu, who had just been dozing, turned over and rubbed her nose.

What's that smell?

Why does it smell so good?

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