Before the two-hour transformation was complete, the spicy rabbit heads in the pot were already sold out. Chen Mo tossed the last one to Sun Jianhong, "Here, eat."

Then, he slowly pushed his cart away.

Leaving behind fifty or sixty customers on Night Market Street, drooling, with slightly swollen lips, they stared at Chen Mo’s retreating figure.

"I can’t, I need more, just one more!"

"Boss, don’t go, make some more for us, I was just getting into it!"

"Oh my god, I’ve never eaten anything this spicy, it’s outrageous, it’s like it’s laced with poison!"

But there was no way around it; the customers all knew that Chen Mo’s spicy rabbit heads were indeed sold out, and Chen Mo had explained earlier that they must be prepared in advance, so there was no way to make them on the spot.

In the crowd, there were three men and one woman heavily sucking in air, each holding a bottle of milk.

"Hiss, hiss! President Cheng, this rabbit head I see, hiss... okay!"

"It’s just ridiculous, hiss! I thought spicy rabbit heads wouldn’t sell well outside Sichuan, but how can Chen Mo’s rabbit head business be this good?"

Bao Shuai, being a technician of Sichuan snacks, had a red face at this moment too, but compared to others, he was doing much better. At least he wasn’t drooling and gasping like that.

"It’s different, Boss Chen’s spicy rabbit heads are unlike any I’ve had before."

Cheng Xiuli, drinking milk, couldn’t alleviate the spicy pain left in her mouth. At this moment, she was actually thinking, if only she could have a few more, it might not be as painful!

Of course, everyone understood that the joy of gnawing on rabbit heads continuously was just temporary. Once you start, you’ll inevitably face the pain of separation.

"Bao Shuai, what do you think is different about Boss Chen’s spicy rabbit heads compared to those you’ve encountered before?" Cheng Xiuli asked.

"Freshness, it’s an unprecedented freshness! From my observation, Boss Chen used a very special broth to braise the rabbit heads, but I haven’t figured out what it is."

Cheng Xiuli looked at him in confusion, "But I remember Chen Mo saying that if there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask on site?"

At this point, Bao Shuai felt a bit embarrassed, "Uh, because the broth was really clear, at the time I thought it was just water. Thinking back now, it must be that broth that makes the rabbit heads so delicious."

Cheng Xiuli rolled her eyes at him, clearly not too satisfied with Bao Shuai’s performance, "Anything else? Any other reasons?"

Bao Shuai thought for a moment, then said, "It’s also about the heat control. I noticed that Boss Chen controlled the heat very skillfully when making the red oil, which might be why the chili is so aromatic. For the exact reason, I think we’ll have to consult Boss Chen."

Cheng Xiuli gave him another eye roll.

So, you didn’t figure anything out?

"What about you guys, did you figure out the tea eggs?"

When it came to this, Liu Rong had something to say.

"President Cheng, I think there’s definitely something about those tea eggs, but they might not be suitable for us to teach customers!"

"Explain."

"You see, when Boss Chen boiled the eggs, the cola maintained a very subtle state from start to finish, as if..." Liu Rong was stuck, unsure how to describe it.

Zhang Peng chimed in, "The cola poured into the pot maintained a state as if it was about to boil, but never quite did! Those tea eggs, rather than saying they were boiled, I’d say they were soaked to perfection!"

Liu Rong nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, exactly, so I think controlling the heat like that, even we might not grasp it so expertly, let alone customers who have never studied cooking."

Cheng Xiuli tugged at her lips, an involuntary action she did whenever she thought deeply, leaving no intact skin on her lips, which was why her spicy pain felt extra intense.

So these two snacks were demonstrated today, and we didn’t learn the essence of either?

Cheng Xiuli begrudgingly issued new work instructions.

"Boss Chen will only be staying in Dongyang for less than a week. However many snacks he demonstrates during this time, you learn as many! Fail to learn one, lose a month’s salary!"

Bao Shuai and the others opened their mouths as if to say something, but only watched as Cheng Xiuli opened her mouth, fanned herself with her hand, and walked out of Night Market Street in exasperation.

...

Back home, Zhao Ming had ice cubes in his mouth, spitting them out when they were about to melt completely, then putting in two new ones.

The pain was just too unbearable!

Looking at the payment record displayed on his phone, Zhao Ming tapped his calculator, "Damn, did I really eat ten rabbit heads today?"

But that wasn’t the main point.

The real point was that the young and impulsive Zhao Ming was squatting on his home toilet, the pain from his rear far from being as comfortable as his mouth, a pain that was indescribable!

Yet in his mind, still lingered the image of those sizzling, aromatic rabbit heads in red oil.

"No, there’s something fishy about this."

Zhao Ming’s face was contorted with pain, clutching toilet paper in his hands, yet his mind was still pondering over his peculiar experience today.

"No matter how good the rabbit heads, they should be finished once eaten. So why do I still crave them now?"

"Why do I have this feeling of anticipation, hoping tonight would end quickly, hoping tomorrow night would arrive sooner?"

After thinking for a long time, Zhao Ming’s eyes suddenly became sharp, "This rabbit head."