After returning to the city, Chen Mo waited for a few more hours before finally gathering those few people together.

Except for Cheng Xiuli, the other three looked dispirited, their faces gloomy.

"Boss Xiao Chen, I must admit, it’s thanks to you. I stayed up all night to brew the Clear Soup you gave me, please try and see if the flavor is right?" Bao Shuai handed the insulated lunch box he was holding to Chen Mo. "If it’s not right, then I’m really at a loss. I followed your recipe exactly."

Chen Mo opened it, took a look, and then had a small taste.

"The flavor is correct, well-balanced, but the broth isn’t clear enough."

Surely the flavor wouldn’t differ much. After all, the recipe given to Bao Shuai clearly detailed the ratio of various seasonings and ingredients, making it foolproof.

As for the slightly cloudy broth, it was likely due to the chicken not being chopped finely enough during the stock preparation. Seeing Bao Shuai looking a bit disheartened, Chen Mo added, "For the broth used as base stock, there’s no need to be too strict. As long as the flavor is right, it’s fine."

Bao Shuai let out a breath of relief, "That’s good to hear. So, shall I start making the chili oil now as per your instructions?"

"Sure."

Bao Shuai drove his minivan, carrying all the prepped items to the food street, where Chen Mo had rented extra stalls yesterday, occupying just one was enough.

Liu Rong and Zhang Peng were also dispirited and had some complaints.

"Boss Xiao Chen, that skill of yours is something else. I broke a lot of eggs yesterday just to meet your standard; it was too hard!"

"Yeah, especially peeling the eggshells, they break so easily if you’re not careful. Don’t you think that’s a waste of eggs?"

Chen Mo consoled them, "Practice makes perfect, you know. Tea eggs operate on a low-margin, high-volume model. If you sell them expensively, it won’t work. Making money isn’t easy, right?"

Zhang Peng asked, "So, what do we do now?"

"I’ll adjust the heat for the tea eggs when we set up the stall later tonight. For now, you two should learn this."

The latest snack, tofu brain.

"Emei Tofu Brain is delicious mainly because it has enough and tasty ingredients."

Liu Rong and Zhang Peng quickly stood on stools to watch and record Chen Mo’s preparation process.

Unknowingly, a few hours passed, and as the sky darkened, Cheng Xiuli rubbed her stomach and marveled, "This tofu brain is amazing. Why hasn’t anyone thought of bringing such delicious tofu brain to other places as a snack? Leaving it only in Emei is too regrettable."

Chen Mo cleaned up all the tools, "Actually, many small vendors have a flaw."

"What flaw?"

"They want convenience and to cut costs but still want to make big money. In fact, our country has countless great snacks that are complicated to make, no easier than some famous dishes."

Cheng Xiuli thought about it and felt that Chen Mo made a lot of sense.

Their company often encountered clients who preferred opening a shop, having the company choose and decorate the site, and later providing raw materials. Simply put, those so-called "entrepreneurs" just wanted to pay money and start making money right away every day.

This mindset definitely has issues.

The time seemed right, so Chen Mo devised a way for the others to go ahead to the night market, while he transformed the food cart before slowly pushing it toward that direction.

Night Market Street.

Zhao Ming arrived particularly early today, but instead of lining up at the spot from yesterday, he quietly hid among the crowd.

For today’s special action, Zhao Ming even canceled a scheduled murder mystery game with his group.

"If I recall correctly, these customers also had rabbit heads yesterday, and today they’re lining up again?"

"There must be something fishy! That woman was the first to eat a rabbit head yesterday, and she ate as many as I did, and she’s here again today."

Zhao Ming saw the stall that sold rabbit heads yesterday. Although the boss hadn’t set up yet, a lot of people gathered, at least half of whom were returning customers from yesterday.

What does that indicate?

"It seems this young boss really added something to his rabbit heads. Otherwise, why would people crave it to the point of coming back the next day?"

Zhao Ming took out his phone, ready to call the police.

After thinking for a moment, he put his phone away again.

Since the young boss hadn’t set up yet, calling the police now might alert him, and it would be hard to explain to them.

It’d be better to wait for the boss to set up, then buy a few rabbit heads himself, keep the evidence, and call the police. By then, the young boss wouldn’t be able to escape even if he grew wings!

Zhao Ming continued to wait and observe from the crowd, even though he wasn’t a cop, he could already imagine the police awarding him a banner!

Finally, after waiting a while longer, Zhao Ming saw the familiar figure pushing a small cart coming down the street. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Too many loopholes." Zhao Ming snapped pictures of Chen Mo.

"Other vendors leave their food carts on the street. They just bring the prepped ingredients over when they open the next day. But this young boss takes his cart away every day, prepares the ingredients, and then pushes it back. Doesn’t he find that troublesome?"

In Zhao Ming’s view, this behavior was definitely abnormal. To Zhao Ming, who fancied himself a detective, it seemed to confirm his suspicions. Maybe he needed to take the cart home to add those unseen ingredients?

Zhao Ming squeezed into the crowd. As soon as Chen Mo’s cart was ready, the customers in line suddenly seemed to change. Ignoring the queue order, they all surged forward, surrounding Chen Mo’s stall.