"Pig's ear, slaughtered: 3 hours ago. Price: 14 yuan/jin (over 100 jin, 12 yuan/jin). Recommendation Index: 96 points."

"Beef tripe, slaughtered: 4 hours ago. Price: 16 yuan/jin (over 100 jin, 14 yuan/jin). Recommendation Index: 95 points."

"Money tripe, slaughtered: 4 hours ago. Price: 20 yuan/jin (over 100 jin, 18 yuan/jin). Recommendation Index: 94 points."

The pot from the morning had just sold out, and Wang Fan began selecting ingredients.

Wang Fan had eaten pig's ear and beef tripe before, but had never actually tried money tripe. Seeing the picture on the market display, the money tripe had a continuous honeycomb-like pattern of hexagonal meshes, resembling a fishing net.

Today, beef tendons were selling like hotcakes, while the consumption of beef shank and pork knuckle was noticeably slower. Wang Fan simply ordered 100 jin of pork knuckles, 100 jin of beef tendons, 100 jin of pig's ears, and 100 jin of money tripe.

After signing for the goods, he started cleaning up, with his second uncle assisting and learning on the side.

Braising meat isn't as complicated as stir-frying; it only requires proper cleaning and heat control, which wasn't a difficult task for his second uncle. Soon, the two of them had cooked the braised meat.

This was a rare time for Wang Fan to laze around.

In this icy and snowy weather, diving into a warm bed was the best enjoyment. Wang Fan closed his eyes and it was already 4 PM.

The feeling of not being a corporate drone was amazing! You can just lay down and sleep whenever you want.

He took out the board, modified the content a bit, and put it back out again.

"Today's braised meat: Pork knuckle 40 yuan per jin, 60 yuan each. Beef tendons: 60 yuan per jin. Pig's ear 50 yuan per jin. Money beef tripe 70 yuan per jin."

...

"Hello? Son, I'm at the snack street. Is it the RV I see right when I come in? Okay, okay, are you sure it's as good as you said? If your uncles and elders don't enjoy the meal tonight, just see if I don't smack your butt!"

Lin Mu spoke confidently: "Don't worry, Dad, the braised meat there is definitely the best in the Northeast. Even that famous guy you often watch, Di Renjie, visited the place before and gave it five stars."

Lin Feng's interest perked up after hearing this: "Is that so? I've been too busy to watch his livestreams these past few days. Well, with Di's endorsement, it can't go wrong. We've got tonight's main dish settled. Alright, I'm hanging up now. You and your friends have fun, but make sure to come home soon; you can't spend New Year's Eve on the river."

After hanging up, Lin Feng headed towards the RV.

As he got closer and saw the prices on the sign, Lin Feng frowned.

Why is it so cheap?

What good stuff can be this cheap?

At these prices, the main dish would be beneath the Lin family's standard, wouldn't it?

If it weren't for his son's mention of Di Renjie's five-star review, Lin Feng would have turned around and left by now.

But with Di's endorsement, he decided to give it a reluctant try.

"Boss, do you have fresh braised meat?"

Wang Fan looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a pot belly and a bowl cut hairstyle.

A thick gold chain around his neck, a heavy mink coat on his body, and a large emerald ring on his finger, all flaunted the newcomer's extraordinary wealth.

"Everything here was made just this afternoon."

Wang Fan replied with a smile.

Things here usually sell out within an hour after opening. There's no chance of leftover food, and if he wasn't firm, there wouldn't even be lunch left for him and his second uncle.

"Scoop out a piece for me to see."

Lin Feng was always skeptical of what others said and only trusted his own eyes.

Without objection to such a reasonable request, Wang Fan opened the pot and picked out a piece of money tripe.

The money tripe was quite large, roughly the size of a basketball, originally golden yellow, now tinged with the braising sauce.

Covered in densely packed honeycomb-like pores, the money tripe resembled tiny suction cups, clinging tightly to the thick sauce.

As Wang Fan lifted the money tripe, the sauce eagerly streamed down in glistening lines.

The sauce's rich color and alluring aroma filled the air, with its unique scent clearly reaching Lin Feng across the counter.

As the sauce flowed, the money tripe's surface grew moist, taking on a more tantalizing sheen, compelling enough to make one salivate without needing any extra lighting effect.

Lin Feng couldn't help but swallow, feeling his mouth dry.

What is this?

Why am I so overwhelmed just by looking and smelling?

I, Lin Feng, have seen all sorts of grand scenes and eaten all kinds of delicacies!

I've even had bear paws several times early on!

And yet I can't handle this?!

But honestly, that money tripe is tempting... slurp...

"Cut this piece for me."

Lin Feng said somewhat impatiently.

Wang Fan nodded, shook off the excess sauce over the pot, and placed it on the chopping board to cut it.

After cutting, he pressed it with a spoon, drained the sauce again, and then placed it on the scale.

"One and a half jin, 105 yuan. Do you want it spicy?"

"Yes, give me more spice."

Wang Fan first scooped a ladle of red soup onto the tripe, followed by a ladle of chili oil.

Lin Feng took out his wallet and pulled two crisp 100-yuan notes, placing them in the cash box. Just by the bulge of that wallet, there were probably at least 10,000 yuan and a bunch of bank cards inside.

"No need to make change, if it's good, I'll order more."

Grabbing the lunchbox, he impatiently broke the disposable chopsticks and prepared to feast, only to pause, then laugh as he glanced in the box.

Inside, the chili oil wasn't mixed but piled on one side, resembling a small volcano. Lin Feng immediately realized that this boss wanted him to test the product.

Probably because his previous question about freshness stuck in this young boss's mind.

Chili's aroma is unbeatable for masking smells; once something is covered with intense chili flavor, it's hard to taste whether it's fresh or not.

This guy has personality, I like it!

He picked up a piece of money tripe without any chili oil.

The slice wasn't too big or too small, similar to the length of a thumb but a bit wider, showcasing slicing skills that earned Lin Feng's further admiration.

Running a bathhouse, he's well-versed in dining; this size satisfies the desire for a hearty bite without being chewy, fitting perfectly into the mouth.

As the money tripe entered his mouth, a burst of intense umami completely conquered his taste buds.

Right away, he confirmed his son hadn't exaggerated at all.

Upon sinking his teeth in, Lin Feng's eyes involuntarily widened.

"BOOM!"

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