Chapter 540: Chapter 426: Special Method for Preparing Pork Intestines

Of course, if you just slice a bun in half and replace the pork belly with Nine-Turned Pork Intestines, that dish really doesn’t hold much significance.

Because that’s not really fusion innovation, at most it’s a mishmash.

So, to truly achieve fusion innovation, you have to put effort into the "Nine-Turned Pork Intestines" dish.

"It’s too late today, I’ll get up early and try tomorrow."

A plan was already forming in Chen Mo’s mind; in fact, so-called fusion innovation still needs to work on the fusion of ingredients and flavors.

Early the next morning, Chen Mo initially wanted to go directly to buy ingredients, but after looking at the map for a long time, he discovered that this place is a bit different from his hometown, and it seems unrealistic to directly find a slaughterhouse to buy intestines.

"I’m someone with friends now, I should use my resources!"

Chen Mo simply drove his food truck and made his way to Chen’s.

Seeing Chen Mo arrive, Granny Chen’s eyes flashed with a look of understanding, then she quickly greeted him, "Come in, I was just about to make noodles for Kexin, you can have some too."

Chen Mo is naturally not one to stand on ceremony.

This kind of personality is quite common in the north, where people are naturally warm and hospitable. When they say, "Sit down and have a meal," they really mean it, not just being polite.

If the guest keeps declining, it actually spoils the fun.

A personality like Chen Mo’s, no-nonsense but with situational awareness, is quite popular in the north.

Seeing Granny Chen already grabbing noodles to cook, Chen Mo slipped into his food truck and made two cups of orange juice, adding water, sugar, and ice to make it taste better.

"Granny, have some orange juice."

Granny Chen took it and placed it on the cabinet, "You young folks can drink this. My stomach can’t handle cold drinks well these days, drinking cold stuff gives me an upset stomach."

"Then I’ll make you a hot drink!"

Seeing Chen Mo stand up, Granny waved him off, "No need to trouble yourself. I’ll have some hot tea later. By the way, I heard from Kexin that your stall did great business yesterday, everyone on the street was chasing after you?"

In fact, Granny Chen wanted to say that if he really planned to sell food seriously, she could help him get a license. For instance, they could use Chen Kexin’s identity to get a license, and then Chen Mo could run the stall without worry, since checks aren’t frequent anyway.

With Chen Mo’s skills, entering the night market could be promising; there’s no need to keep wandering the streets.

"Ah? That..." Chen Mo scratched his head, a bit embarrassed, "I just worry that if I stop, I’ll get caught."

"Haha. Not everyone at the night market has official permits either. If you’re interested, I can try to think of a way for you."

Sensing Granny’s kindness, Chen Mo smiled, "I wouldn’t want to trouble you. I’ll just be busy with the stall for a few more days."

"Oh?"

Granny Chen wanted to ask more, like what would he do if he stopped the stall?

Chen Mo seemed around the age to get married, and running a stall with his skills could be a good choice.

She wouldn’t be like those old-fashioned people who insist that a man must have a so-called decent job.

Running a stall is pretty legitimate too.

Just as she was thinking of asking more, they heard a thumping sound on the stairs.

"Hello~ You really came to make noodles for me?"

Chen Kexin had mentioned wanting to eat cart noodles the day before, and today as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Chen Mo and had visions of elastic and smooth noodles.

Chen Mo laughed awkwardly, "I haven’t even started kneading the dough."

Granny Chen glanced at them, thinking to herself that these young people were really pretending not to know each other well.

Soon, two bowls of steaming danzi noodles were on the table, and Chen Kexin and Chen Mo began to eat heartily.

Got to admit, food recognized by Gourmet Instinct truly has something special, even Chen Mo felt it was incredibly tasty the second time he ate it.

They finished the noodles and soup cleanly; fortunately, Chen Mo was wearing black, only feeling a warm sensation internally without breaking a sweat.

Chen Mo then mentioned the purpose of his visit.

"Granny, I want to trouble you with something."

"Go ahead."

"I want to sell a new snack today and need pork intestines. Do you know where I can find some good quality ones nearby? Preferably already cleaned."

Granny Chen thought for a moment, "I don’t know, but someone else might. Hold on."

Granny went to the kitchen to make a phone call, and after a while, she returned to the hall, "There’s a guy at the night market, Big Intestine Rong, who knows. He gave me a contact. Do you have a home address? He can have it delivered to you by this morning."

Address...

Chen Mo felt a bit awkward about that.

He had spent only two nights in Taiwan, each in a different parking lot.

After closing the stall, he would tell the system to auto-navigate to the nearest parking lot, never really noting down a specific address.

Seeing Chen Mo stay silent for a while, Granny’s eyes drifted to the food truck outside.

Yesterday she had taken a tour of the truck; both the RV and food truck sections were luxuriously and sensibly equipped.

Especially the various cooking tools inside; they seemed high quality, and such a vehicle would surely cost no less than hundreds of thousands.

How many young people Chen Mo’s age in Taiwan would have that much money?

So investing all his money into his dreams and hobbies seemed understandable if he didn’t have a house.