"Remember to stir before eating."

"Shake before eating?"

"No shaking, just stir!"

Chen Mo felt that this customer might be a bit of a fool, but he couldn’t say it.

Zhao Ming held his bowl in a daze, and it was finally no longer the yellow egg dumpling bowl but a new food-grade plastic bowl. The bowl’s bottom had a protruding edge that effectively prevented scalding.

With disposable chopsticks, Zhao Ming mixed the sauce and soup evenly in the bowl, and as he stirred, waves of spicy and fresh aroma filled the air.

"Damn, this smell reminds me of yesterday’s tofu pudding. If I had known, I would’ve tried a different flavor."

Zhao Ming thought to himself, but still moved forward with his bowl of meat slices to another nearby stall, lining up to buy rabbit heads.

"Isn’t this just turning tofu pudding into meat slices?" Zhao Ming muttered as he picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

Huh?

When the meat slice entered his mouth, the first sensation was how slippery it was.

Too slippery!

It was like a loach darting around in his mouth, incredibly slippery.

Zhao Ming tried hard to catch the meat slice with his teeth and gently bit down. The minced meat fused with tapioca starch brought an indescribable tenderness to his teeth!

Slippery, tender, and bouncy, and with the addition of a little baking soda, it had a slightly airy texture.

"Wow, amazing!"

Zhao Ming couldn’t quite believe it as he repeatedly looked at the meat slices in the bowl, always feeling that the texture just now was strangely wonderful.

After a few chews, the meat slid down his throat, and the sensation was like silk brushing past. Even after eating a piece, it felt like nothing was left in his mouth, refreshingly clean.

"I’ve underestimated the young boss."

The meat slices were so slippery that Zhao Ming sometimes needed to catch them several times before he could hold them, and later, he simply leaned over the bowl and swallowed them with chopsticks directly!

The spicy soup base was extremely simple, using Sichuan-style chili oil.

But the true essence lay in the top-level Lu Cuisine broth, whose deliciousness completely overturned Zhao Ming’s taste buds’ perception of flavor.

In no time, a bowl of meat slices was finished.

The slightly spicy and fresh aroma lingered in his mouth, adding to the warm satisfaction in his stomach. Zhao Ming looked at the leftover soup in the bowl, hesitating.

"Should I drink this?"

He no longer hesitated and gulped down the soup.

Sure enough, the soup was almost as good as the meat slices!

Even though it was just a spicy and fresh snack, it seemed to have perfected each flavor to the extent that it left a kind of memory anchor in the taste buds.

In other words, it was a bit addictive.

Zhao Ming looked up, seeing a long line of people behind him, but only a few were lining up at Chen Mo’s stall.

"I’ll keep waiting, buy the rabbit head, then dash over for two more bowls of meat slices, then go over there for two bowls of tofu pudding!"

Zhao Ming immediately mapped out his eating route.

He had to get all three snack dishes today.

While waiting in line, he started recalling the dozen or so flavors from the sign. The spicy flavor got high praise, so it was time to try another flavor.

Zhao Ming smacked his lips with satisfaction, feeling quite proud of himself, considering himself quite clever.

Just then, a familiar voice reached his ears.

"Hey buddy, what did you just eat? It looked like you enjoyed it a lot."

Zhao Ming turned around, "Oh, Officer Qian!"

Qian Zhijie waved, "Off duty, don’t call me that." He pointed at the bowl in Zhao Ming’s hand, "What is that?"

Perhaps due to his profession, Zhao Ming always felt like Qian Zhijie was interrogating him, so he quickly replied, "This? Something called meat slices, got them from the young boss over there, the one we were watching yesterday."

Qian Zhijie was a bit surprised, "He’s changed his snack again?"

"Yes, which is why I had my suspicions. Officer... comrade! I mean seriously, changing snacks every day, then getting others to sell what he’d made before, does that seem right to you?"

Zhang Xiaobin and Zhao Wenping exchanged a glance.

Honestly, it did seem a bit unusual.

Typically, if a vendor found a profitable snack, they’d definitely make more to earn as much as they could!

But this suit-wearing boss not only had a short vending time but also changed his snacks daily. What was more, whatever new snack he introduced became popular at the Night Market Street.

This was really abnormal.

"You two queue up here, it’s less crowded over there. I’ll go get some meat slices to see what’s going on."

"Boss, can you handle eating rabbit heads? Those things look really spicy!" Zhang Xiaobin was a bit worried about Qian Zhijie’s little lump problem.

"It’s fine, I won’t eat them, but you two should. Secure the line, I’ll come to pay later."

Qian Zhijie said this and then left Zhao Wenping and Zhang Xiaobin, running to the other stall.

"Fuding Meat Slices?" Qian Zhijie hadn’t heard of this, "Boss, what’s in this?"

"Lean pork."

"Alright, give me three servings. I want..."

Qian Zhijie first eliminated the spicy flavor. His apprentice was right, he couldn’t eat spicy things given his current situation, and he indeed planned to have a minor operation soon.

If this dragged on and got serious, even a tough man like him wouldn’t be able to handle it!

"But boss, everything here looks spicy?"

After looking around, everything was either spicy, sour-spicy, or something else that he’d noted contained chili.

"Is there anything without chili or pepper? Is the curry spicy?"

"The curry’s slightly spicy but not too much."

Qian Zhijie was in a dilemma, "Okay, then give me an original flavor and a satay, and one with nothing added."

"What do you mean?"

"Just don’t add anything, just the meat slices and broth, no seasonings."

Chen Mo felt he must have misheard, "Would that even be edible?"

"Definitely, I like sweet things, just add a spoonful of sugar at the end."

Chen Mo tried hard to simulate this combination in his mind, finding it hard to imagine what kind of monster flavor it would ultimately be.

But since the customer had a special request, it had to be fulfilled, "If adding sugar doesn’t taste good, you can’t blame me."

"No worries." Qian Zhijie scanned the code to pay, "Hold it for me for a bit, I need to buy something else."

After he left, Cheng Xiuli spoke up, "Can that thing taste good with sugar?"

"Hard to say, but personally, I wouldn’t want to eat it."

Sweet Fuding Meat Slices, unimaginable.

Qian Zhijie arrived at the rabbit head stall just as Zhang Xiaobin reached the front.

Just as the previous batch of rabbit heads sold out, the stall owners, a husband and wife team, were busy. The man added broth to the pan and set the fire high, waiting for it to boil.

The ingredients were visible to the customers, ensuring absolute healthiness!

The woman scooped rabbit heads out of a large marinating pot using a skimmer.

Behind their stall, a little girl was obediently writing her homework at a square table.

Qian Zhijie recalled what Zhao Ming mentioned and found it peculiar, his professional instincts kicking in.

"Hey, boss, I often eat here at Night Market Street, but haven’t seen you two before. Wasn’t it someone else selling rabbit heads yesterday?"

Qian Zhijie casually chatted.

The man stirred the broth with one hand on the pan, "Quick, get the rabbit heads in."

After speaking to his wife, he found time to chat with Qian Zhijie.

"Haha, we weren’t in this business before."

"Oh?" Qian Zhijie narrowed his eyes, "So how did you end up here?"

The woman added rabbit heads to the pan, prepared cilantro and scallions, and smiled while speaking.

"We owe it to the young boss over there."

"What do you mean?" Qian Zhijie followed her gaze to the suit-wearing young boss.

The woman finished preparing the garnishes and was free.

She removed her gloves and began to explain to the waiting customers.