"Boss, rabbit heads! I want ten rabbit heads!"

"Pack five rabbit heads for me, boss, hurry up."

"Oh my, you guys have no sense of fairness, I was clearly the first in line, don’t push!"

"Don’t push, boss hasn’t even brought out the rabbit heads yet, don’t rush, pack ten for me!"

The customers were full of enthusiasm, almost all of them had eaten rabbit heads the day before. Chen Mo was a bit startled; the power of these spicy rabbit heads was too much, wasn’t it? Who said people with a bland palate don’t love spicy food?

Aren’t they eating quite nicely?

"Everyone, please wait." Chen Mo swiftly pulled out a second-hand megaphone, "Today, my stall isn’t selling rabbit heads. The spicy rabbit heads have moved to the stall next door. I guarantee they taste exactly like yesterday’s! Those who want rabbit heads, go line up there."

Zhao Ming looked in the direction Chen Mo was pointing at, and saw that the stall which was empty yesterday was now being operated by someone, with a sign in front saying rabbit heads for 18 Yuan each.

"Oh? Operating as a gang?"

Zhao Ming quickly ran to the new stall, "Boss, ten rabbit heads!"

Bao Shuai, with dark circles under his eyes, was resiliently adding marinade and rabbit heads to the pot, and simmering them over high heat. It was slightly easier today since the rabbit heads already had gained a reputation. Bao Shuai could make a large batch at once, saving a lot of effort.

"Your rabbit heads, 180 total."

Zhao Ming scanned to pay, tiptoed to peek at the large marinade barrel behind Bao Shuai, and began calculating in his mind.

"Such a big barrel could contain at least four or five hundred rabbit heads, if two barrels hold about a thousand."

"Wow! This little boss can make almost twenty thousand yuan in a night just off rabbit heads?"

After buying rabbit heads, just looking at them made Zhao Ming’s mouth involuntarily start to water.

Hold back!

He quickly ran back to Chen Mo’s stall, only to see that the spot where the rabbit head sign was had been replaced with a new sign.

[Tofu Pudding: 8 Yuan/portion]

The customers who were just in line had all moved over to buy rabbit heads, leaving not too many people at Chen Mo’s stall.

Holding a box of rabbit heads, Zhao Ming asked, "Boss, what’s up with the tofu pudding for 8 yuan?"

In this small city, tofu pudding mostly appears only in breakfast shops. It’s not an exaggeration to say Zhao Ming had never seen tofu pudding served after 9 o’clock.

Also, a 3-yuan tofu pudding would get labeled by customers as "expensive," while 2 Yuan is considered normal pricing.

So after seeing the 8-yuan tofu pudding, Zhao Ming was bewildered.

"Just tofu pudding for 8 yuan a portion. Isn’t it clear?" Chen Mo came out from behind his truck to check, felt that it looked fine, and went back.

"Not really, boss. I mean, why do you dare sell tofu pudding for 8 yuan? This is Night Market Street; everything here is reasonably priced." Zhao Ming still wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Rabbit heads were harsh enough, would tofu pudding be spared?

"You’ll know after you taste it." Chen Mo answered as usual.

This kind of question never gets a right answer. Only when customers taste it themselves will they know if it’s worth it. Adding explanations is futile.

Zhao Ming looked again at the rabbit heads in his hand, then nodded, "Okay, give me a serving of tofu pudding."

As his voice fell, he saw Chen Mo start to work.

He opened the insulated pot, revealing the soft, white tofu pudding inside.

Chen Mo, holding a black ladle, scooped out a spoonful with a posture almost parallel to the tofu pudding and gently placed it in a bowl.

Zhao Ming saw that after just one scoop, Chen Mo closed the insulated pot again, thinking to himself, what a stingy boss, only giving such a little bit of tofu pudding in such a big bowl?

"Boss, I eat sweet tofu pudding, okay? Don’t mess it up."

Seeing Chen Mo about to add seasonings to the tofu pudding, Zhao Ming hurriedly reminded him.

Chen Mo paused for a moment, then put the bowl of tofu pudding down, "I don’t sell sweet tofu pudding."

"What?"

"I only sell my tofu pudding, and I have my own flavors. I don’t sell the sweet kind."

Zhao Ming pointed at the bowl of tofu pudding, "Can’t you just add a spoonful of sugar to my bowl? I don’t want any other seasonings, just a spoonful of sugar."

"No, I won’t sell it that way."

"Hey, what the—!" Zhao Ming felt his mind couldn’t wrap around this, "Boss, you’re here to do business, right!"

"Yes."

"Shouldn’t you try to make snacks that customers like as much as possible?"

"Yes."

"Now, I just want some sugar in this tofu pudding. I want sweet tofu pudding, not your seasonings, okay?"

"No."

Zhao Ming: ...

He squinted slightly, feeling more and more sure about his previous suspicion.

Looks like the secret "ingredient" from this little boss must be in those seasonings. If he only added sugar for him, then the tofu pudding would just be ordinary tofu pudding; only with those seasonings can it achieve his desired effect.

Such a crafty little boss!

"Alright then." Zhao Ming changed his tone, "Give me your tofu pudding."

Only then did Chen Mo contentedly lift the bowl again, and started adding various seasonings to the bowl.

The tofu pudding was just a very thin layer.

He grabbed a handful of small crispy meat, which was pork belly cut into cubes, coated in sweet potato starch, and fried to golden brown!

Then he added a pinch of fried peanuts, sprinkled some pickled mustard, and topped it with green onions and cilantro.

Finally, he covered the surface with a layer of beef cubes.

These beef cubes were fried a long time ago by Chen Mo when making Mapo Tofu, crispy and full of meaty aroma.

The bowl, which had just a little tofu pudding, was now filled with various toppings, and Zhao Ming’s initially defiant look slowly became one of astonishment.

Each time Chen Mo added a topping, Zhao Ming did a rough estimate of its cost.

When Chen Mo tossed in a large handful of beef cubes, a thought opposite to his previous one popped in Zhao Ming’s mind: Maybe this tofu pudding isn’t expensive at 8 yuan?

But Chen Mo didn’t stop there.

Chen Mo quickly heated another pot, scooped in a ladle of red oil, and as soon as the oil began to warm, he sprinkled in some sesame seeds, then quickly added a ladle of Clear Soup.

Under high heat, the red oil high soup rapidly began to boil, as Chen Mo sprinkled a little water starch in, the high soup slowly thickened.

It had a similar look to Wen Si Tofu Soup.

The black ladle scooped up a spoonful of high soup and poured it back into the pot, observing its condition until it reached his desired state, and then Chen Mo satisfactorily poured the thickened soup into the bowl.

The tofu pudding and toppings in the bowl were immediately enveloped in the thick red oil soup. Chen Mo placed a disposable spoon in the bowl, "Here, remember to stir well before eating."

The tofu pudding, initially looking like a pile of ingredients, when mixed with the high soup, suddenly became steaming hot. Zhao Ming stirred it with a spoon.

The thick soup seemed to have a magical power, enveloping all the ingredients in the bowl. Just getting a bit closer, he could smell the piercing spicy aroma.

It was a familiar spicy aroma but seemed milder than the spiciness of the rabbit heads.

The spicy aroma was intertwined with a very noticeable scent of green onions and cilantro, and finally, a rich beef smell!

"Oh my, is this still tofu pudding?"

It was also Zhao Ming’s first time seeing tofu pudding like this, and after stirring it evenly, he paused with the bowl, then slowly scooped a spoonful into his mouth.

The key feature of thick soup is that it doesn’t seem hot, but it’s scalding inside.

So Zhao Ming ate with extra caution, afraid of burning himself.

A mouthful of steaming tofu pudding filled his mouth, and the explosive spicy and fresh flavors showcased the complete soul of Sichuan taste on his taste buds.

Zhao Ming closed his mouth to swallow the soup and slowly chewed on the leftover pickled mustard, beef cubes, and small crispy meat in his mouth.

The more he ate, the more his expression became impressive.