"It’s poisonous!"

Zhao Ming suddenly remembered how, when he was in middle school, there was a whole row of small restaurants across from the school, and one of them was called "Ma Er Wonton".

The restaurant mainly sold breakfast, a bowl of wontons with a wheat pancake or two sticks of fried bread, which became the choice of most middle school students after morning reading.

Oddly enough, Ma Er Wonton was the only restaurant on the street that did the best business. Almost all the students chose to have breakfast there, and many students would sprint outside the school after morning reading just to get the wontons and fried bread!

Zhao Ming loved eating there too. He always felt that the food at Ma Er Wonton had an indescribable fresh and savory taste. After eating, all he could think about was going back for more. During that time, having a bowl of wontons became the biggest goal of his day!

Later on, Zhao Ming didn’t know how much time had passed, but he once finished morning reading and raced outside the school with the top speed to get a delicious bowl of wontons, only to be almost shocked at what he saw.

Officers in police uniforms were escorting Ma Er and his wife out of the shop. The couple’s hands were covered with their clothes, and from a young age of reading detective novels, Zhao Ming knew there were definitely handcuffs underneath.

Zhao Ming went home and told his parents about it. His father suggested a possibility, "Could it be they’re putting big poppy shells in the wontons?"

Later, Zhao Ming saw the couple on the TV news. As his father had predicted, the Ma Er couple had been secretly growing some evil flowers in their backyard, using the shells to make a broth for the wontons.

As to what happened to Ma Er later, Zhao Ming had long forgotten.

But that feeling of longing every day to eat a bowl of wontons, he remembers it very clearly to this day.

"It feels somewhat similar to back then."

Zhao Ming wiped himself with toilet paper, the pain almost leaving him breathless. He then took off his pants and eventually decided to clean himself with a showerhead.

"Dressing suspiciously, wearing a thick suit in nearly forty-degree weather, that’s just not right."

"The rabbit head didn’t suit my mild taste, yet after eating it, I couldn’t forget it; that makes a certain possibility very likely!"

But no matter what, Zhao Ming felt that calling the police now would be rash, so he held back, "Wait, let’s see tomorrow. If the customers who had the rabbit head yesterday come back for more today, it will explain a lot."

With this thought, Zhao Ming went to sleep peacefully.

In his dream, he personally put handcuffs on Chen Mo and harshly lectured the young boss, "You can’t do business without a conscience! Don’t you know that’s a drug? Haven’t you considered the consumers’ health! Luckily, I discovered it in time, hehe."

...

After finishing his stall, Chen Mo didn’t take it easy. Instead, he waited for the food truck to turn back into a camper and immediately contacted Cheng Xiuli.

When Cheng Xiuli returned to the parking lot with three technical staff, Chen Mo finally revealed his plan.

"So, you all saw the effect of the rabbit head."

Bao Shuai was quite impressed, "Boss Chen, you’re really something!" He gave a thumbs up, his admiration mixed with some envy.

"Tomorrow, the tea eggs and spicy rabbit heads will be your responsibility to sell at the stall. It’s a perfect way to test what you’ve learned; is there any problem with that, President Cheng?"

Cheng Xiuli was momentarily taken aback, but quickly regained her composure, "No, of course not, it’s just..."

"Go ahead."

"It’s just that my technicians aren’t quite clear on some of the steps, they might need your guidance on site."

"Alright."

Chen Mo wasn’t in the mood for jokes at the moment; he just wanted to hand his small snacks over to Cheng Xiuli as quickly as possible and see the final outcome of this endeavor before leaving Dongyang.

"Boss Chen, I’d like to know, you use a lot of chili and Sichuan peppercorns, and the rabbit heads don’t have much savory meat flavor naturally, so where does the flavor in your spicy rabbit heads come from?"

"Clear Soup," Chen Mo simply said while sitting on a bench, "In Lu Cuisine, there are two kinds of soup bases, one of which is the clear soup. I can give you a recipe for making clear soup, it’s actually quite simple."

As expected, Bao Shuai nodded in agreement, feeling that Chen Mo was quite generous.

In fact, this recipe wasn’t very valuable; a simple online search would yield it. The key to clear soup lies in the diligence of the maker, who must constantly watch over it, ensuring no step is skipped.

"Boss Chen, I also have a question, how do you control the heat when boiling the tea eggs to your exact level? Wouldn’t that be too difficult for an average person?"

Chen Mo thought about it; he had carefully considered this matter before and felt there was a solution.

"I’ll test out the boiling point of the water based on local altitude, then calculate the heat needed to reach boiling based on our container’s volume, and then... hey, are you listening?"

Liu Rong shook his head while wide-eyed, "I am, but I don’t understand."

"Simply put, for now, I’ll help you adjust it, but later you might need someone to design a foolproof adjustable stove for you, understand?"

Cheng Xiuli was quite puzzled as well, but just nodded blankly, never expecting that the small boss who made a living from street stalls would have such a high level of education.