Gourmet: Midnight Vending-Chapter 261 - 259: New Barbecue Varieties
After selling out of all the ingredients, Chen Mo returned to the parking lot. He didnโt rush to sleep but instead contacted an old acquaintance. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ธ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ต.๐ฌ๐ค๐ข
"Can you help me?"
"Of course, of course! By the way, Brother Chen Mo, Boss Jiang said that in three months Iโll be officially evaluated. Once I pass, Iโll quit and come find you!"
Chen Mo sipped his Cokeโdelicious.
But he still couldnโt figure it out, "Why go through all the trouble of getting confirmed only to resign? Whatโs the point?"
"To prove myself!"
Though speaking on the phone, Chen Mo could picture Mu Mu puffing up her small chest, looking indignant yet righteous.
"Alright, alright. Enough about that. Just tell me how much you need, and Iโll transfer it to you later."
"Hey, do we really need to talk about..."
"We must!"
Mu Mu paused on the phone, "Alright then, Iโll call Uncle Hou Yao now. If weโre quick, the goods can arrive before dawn."
"Thanks a lot."
"Mhm! Gotta go for now! Oh, Brother Chen Mo, are those three female college students still with you?"
Chen Mo: ...
After hanging up, Chen Mo pondered whether he needed an additional grill. Right now, his two-meter grill could only handle two hundred mutton skewers at a time, and adding more varieties would definitely take up a lot of space.
Moreover, the new items he wanted to add were a bit different from regular skewers.
After arranging with Mu Mu to get the ingredients, Chen Moโs mind wandered as he drifted off to sleep.
Early the next morning, the first thing he did upon waking was start processing the mutton.
Of the eight whole sheep that Yu Hui had given him, not much was left, so he processed all four frozen ones from the cabinetโdeboning and cutting them into meat chunks.
The remaining bones werenโt thrown away; they were kept frozen.
These might not seem useful now, but theyโd be perfect for making soup!
After dealing with the mutton chunks, he whipped up some tomato beef sauce, went out to get steaks which he also prepared, and kneaded the dough. Skewers were one thing, but he couldnโt neglect the meals made with love.
By the time he finished all this work, the sun was nearly set.
"So why canโt the blender make Coke?"
[Please directly specify the fruit you want to drink...]
"Give me a glass of cola juice."
[...]
"Oh well, letโs try starfruit juice today."
Slurp, slurp...
Chen Mo took a sip, then poured out all the juice in the cup, "This isnโt good either."
Back in elementary school in the village, there was a lesson about drawing starfruit, which made young Chen Mo curious about the fruit.
Little did he expect that years after graduating from college, heโd still not have tried it, and now, the juice tasted awful.
Chen Mo thought that perhaps the youth center wasnโt all that different from the villageโs cultural square.
While pondering what other juice to try, a truck marked "Fresh Cold Chain" stopped in front of the food cart.
"Hey, are you Chen Mo?"
"Thatโs me."
"And this stuff?" The driver pointed to the back of the truck, "Just a heads up, once this leaves the temperature control, it spoils fast."
"Got it, unload it please."
The driver hesitated, eyeing Chen Mo, but ultimately decided to just do his job and earn his pay.
This kind of express delivery usually pays well. The two drivers had driven overnight from Guangdong to Sichuan, taking turns behind the wheel without stopping for breaks, and it had taken over ten hours to get here.
The two guys deftly moved all the foam boxes from the truck to the front of the food cartโmore than three hundred boxes in total.
"Sure about leaving it here?"
"Sure."
The guy shook his head and, with the other driver, drove off.
Chen Mo casually opened one of the foam boxes, greeted by a fishy aroma.
No one was around, and as Chen Moโs thoughts wandered, his hand flashed with black light. He picked up an oyster from the foam box, used the tip of a knife, and gently pried open the gap on top.
He tossed away the small top shell, leaving the bottom shell perfectly holding the fresh oyster meat, like a natural dish.
"This thing was made for grilling... Just perfect for it."
These were Guandu Oysters that Chen Mo had Mu Mu ship overnight from Guangdong Zhanjiang. Theyโre quite different from regular oysters, with a bouncy, tender texture thatโs superior even to the well-known Rushan Oysters on the market: chewy to the max!
The quality difference here wasnโt really about size; Guandu Oysters arenโt particularly large.
"Looks good, but I wonder how theyโll taste grilled."
"Good work, food cart..."
Chen Mo sat in the food cart, deftly opening oysters with his black blade, placing them in a basin once done, and storing them in the cabinet. The cabinetโs cleaning function ensured these oysters were spotless.
Oh yeah... He casually tossed an oyster into the disposal as well.
[The optimal recipe for charcoal-grilled oysters has been analyzed for you!]
[Seasonings for charcoal-grilled oysters: Raw and cooked ingredients.]
As he watched the animated demo of the recipe, Chen Mo continued prying oysters, his skill improving as he went. By the end, he could open about forty oysters a minute, moving at a rapid pace.
He continued until nightfall, when he finished processing all the oysters from the truck. Thank goodness for the cabinetโs cleaning function; otherwise, he wouldnโt have been able to handle cleaning them all in a single night.
Delaying making the seasonings, Chen Mo wrote down the new menu item, charcoal-grilled oysters: 8 yuan each!
Heโd researched previously that in Chengduโs night market, oyster prices varied, but at slightly better quality spots, they went for around 10 yuan each.
But the batch of oysters he had, including shipping costs, cost him less than 3 yuan each... Selling them for 8 yuan, including labor and seasonings, seemed like a reasonable price.
The key point was, they were sure to taste great!
After updating the menu, Chen Mo drove to Construction Road, figuring he could prepare the oyster seasonings after setting up shop.
At that moment, over at Construction Road, Cao Tianrui was sitting in front of his store, anxiously chain-smoking.
He had a rough idea in his mind, but every time he tried to act on it, something felt wrong.
"Where did it all go wrong?" Cao Tianrui wondered, puzzled and frustrated.
It was only eight in the evening, yet Cao Tianrui noticed a few people had already gathered on the roadside, clenching his teeth.
They were none other than his biggest competitor, the owner of Yuan Dongli Fitness Center, and a few wealthy women.
Gu Fang had arrived early today, bringing along a few sisters from the gym, minus Liu Yuerong.
The girls were chatting and laughing, occasionally glancing at the street corner as if waiting for something.
