Mu Mu groggily sat up, put on her shoes, and got out of the car. Her eyes were still closed as she stood in front of the food truck and shouted at the window, "Boss, give me a serving!"

"A serving of what?"

"A serving of chicken!"

Wow, Chen Mo covered his mouth, nearly laughing himself silly. This gal was probably sleepwalking, how could she even tell what aroma it was?

Looks like the aroma was indeed very strong.

"Alright, you better wake up quickly, be careful not to fall."

"Oh!" Mu Mu agreed loudly, turned, and crawled back into the cockpit, where she remained silent.

Chen Mo shook his head; this girl was already a college graduate but still seemed like a primary school student.

Are all Guangdong girls this adorable?

The black pot bubbled, emitting steam with the smell of chicken and spices that seeped out from the lid, filling the darkness behind the building.

About five minutes later, Chen Mo caught the perfect moment on the progress bar to open the lid.

If using a regular iron pot, this step would take at least ten minutes. This is the charm of the black pot—heat doesn't escape, and it provides even cooking.

The water surface that had been level with the ingredients was now halved, the soup in the pot reduced significantly, exposing the chicken chunks.

Chen Mo followed the demo sequence in his mind to fish out the meat chunks.

Wearing disposable gloves, he pulled out the spine and thigh bones.

"Is it all this tender?"

After simmering on a low flame for such a short while, the bones came out without any resistance, indicating the chicken was already done!

He sucked on the chicken thigh bone in his mouth.

Not only was it done, but it also tasted exceptionally good, the flavor of the chicken especially rich.

This truly impressed Chen Mo, because many chickens bought from the supermarket nowadays have a chicken aroma when cooked, but hardly taste like chicken once you eat them.

"Lao Mu has good material procurement! I need to find time to learn from their restaurant, maybe even contact some of their suppliers!"

At the same time, Chen Mo understood why Yueyun Pavilion's dishes were expensive yet still did good business. With ingredients of this level, even a simple preparation would taste great.

The deboned chicken chunks were chopped into three-centimeter-wide rectangular pieces, carefully arranged on a round plate to resemble the original shape.

Looking at the plated chicken pieces, Chen Mo immediately felt like he was becoming a real chef!

He poured all the broth previously used to braise the chicken into the plate, took out a small steamer to place it in, plugged it in, and started steaming on high heat.

Under high heat, the steam became increasingly intense. As time passed, the aroma of the chicken gradually grew stronger.

Chen Mo occasionally sniffed the air while starting on the subsequent preparations.

Thanks to the copyable spice box, as Chen Mo's repertoire of dishes expanded, his collection of spices grew richer and richer. With such a bottomless spice box, he was assuredly at peace.

Since steaming this would take 15 minutes, Chen Mo had nothing to do after setting the rice to cook, so he idly scrolled through Douyin.

"Guys, I mean, today Boss Xiao Chen isn't here at the sports institute! I just came from the bridge, and he's not there either! Does anyone know where Boss Xiao Chen is today?"

After watching a few videos, he stumbled upon LuLu's live stream.

From the background, it seemed LuLu was on the sports institute side, with Boss He Chunming in the background glancing around cluelessly holding a bucket.

And Dunzi and others were also looking around.

Today, there were still more than four hundred viewers in the live stream, but most were not active, and Chen Mo noticed City Construction Du Gong was as jumpy as ever!

City Construction Du Gong: Not good, absolutely not good! The Mapo Tofu isn't good at all!

City Construction Du Gong: Damn, this Boss Xiao Chen is truly damned! Making Mapo Tofu, I swear I'll never eat it again!

City Construction Du Gong: Mapo Tofu, a lifetime enemy! Boss Xiao Chen, every time I see you, I'll slap you!

Chen Mo felt a bit disgruntled; the carnival was something you had to watch yourself, but why vent on me in LuLu's stream for something like this?

Feeling a bit speechless, he couldn't be bothered with such people anyway. Since he was at the hospital, he decided not to tell them his location. If there wasn't any business later, he could just drive back to the bridge, as the food truck was much faster now and it wouldn't take long.

He continued watching videos.

Meanwhile, behind Chen Mo, on the third floor of the inpatient department, Room 301.

"Bro, you really gotta tell me, does it hurt?"

In the darkness, Du Qiming tossed and turned, unable to sleep, bothering the old bro on the next bed.

The old bro was also lying face down, "It doesn't hurt, what's there to hurt? Just cutting a piece of meat, what's the deal?"

Du Qiming clutched his backside, "Then why were you moaning so tragically in the toilet this morning?"

An awkward silence filled the room for a few seconds before the old bro replied, "Doesn't hurt when you cut it, but it hurts when changing bandages and when going to the toilet."

"Damn, it's all the fault of that stall owner. I had three servings of Mapo Tofu yesterday, and almost fainted from diarrhea that night when I got back."

The conversation between fellow patients was always heartfelt, and the old bro sighed, "You knew your condition and yet dared to eat spicy food, are you crazy?"

Du Qiming also felt upset, "I didn't think it was serious before."

In a seasoned tone, the old bro said, "These days, people sit in offices for long hours, eating out often, it's inevitable. Once you've had the surgery, you'll be fine."

This did make some sense, as Du Qiming recalled. Without any measurement tasks, he mostly sat in the office gaming or doing paperwork, or eating out with others.

Thinking things over, he still felt a bit afraid and anxious. His surgery was scheduled for the morning, "Wanna go for a smoke?"

The old bro hesitated for a moment, "Sure."

Supporting the old bro, they left the room, heading to the staircase corner. Just as Du Qiming pulled out a cigarette, the old bro stopped him, "Let's not smoke here, or the nurse on duty in the morning will rant in the hallway. She's in a bad mood and will be rough when changing bandages."

Du Qiming instinctively tightened his grip, "I guess we'll go smoke downstairs."

Supporting the old bro, they shuffled slowly downstairs, and the old bro couldn't help but complain, "The food at this hospital's canteen is just stupid, haven't had a decent meal since I got here."

Du Qiming grew irritated as soon as he said that, "Damn, today I got a portion of shredded potatoes for 18 Yuan—why doesn't he just rob us?"

"Nothing you can do, we're patients. Just bound to suffer."

Reaching the back door, the old bro finally took the cigarette from Du Qiming's hand, "Let's go outside to smoke and get some fresh air."

"Sure."

Du Qiming pushed open the door, and the moment he stepped out, he breathed in the fresh air, feeling much more refreshed.

Wait a minute.

He took a couple of deep breaths, realizing there was a scent of meat in the air?

"Damn, am I so hungry because of this lousy canteen that I'm smelling chicken?"

"I smell it too," the old bro inhaled deeply, "No mistake, it's chicken. Someone must be secretly cooking a meal in the ward!"

The old bro turned around, attempting to identify the ward daring to cook a secret meal. As he turned, something yellow caught his eye.

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