But actually, after eating out a lot, you’ll find that most restaurants are just so-so.

Eating here and there, it’s not as good as making some simple stir-fries at home, eating out? At most, it’s just for convenience.

"No wonder, your attitude and character are truly admirable." Cheng Xiuli tidied up the empty bowls and chopsticks, "By the way, what’s the price for the rice noodles?"

"It might be a bit expensive," Chen Mo said.

Cheng Xiuli nodded in understanding, waiting quietly for the price to be announced.

"For the bowl you just had, I think selling it for 25 yuan is quite reasonable."

"Ha?" Cheng Xiuli shook her head slightly, "That’s not expensive at all, it’s actually okay."

If it were an ordinary rice noodle shop, a bowl of overbridge rice noodle costing 25 yuan wouldn’t have any business at all because it’s too expensive.

But this is different!

With Cheng Xiuli’s many years of experience in catering, she’s too clear about pricing issues.

If a serving of overbridge rice noodle is from a street vendor, the customer’s psychological price range is between 10 to 15 yuan.

However, if the rice noodles are made in front of the customer’s eyes, this can increase the price by 5 yuan.

After all, these are freshly made rice noodles!

Moreover, there are those visible ingredients.

There is chicken, fish, pork, and several kinds of vegetables. Although each ingredient isn’t much, combined, the portion of this platter isn’t small, it’s almost one to one with the rice noodles.

Such genuine side dishes, adding another 5 yuan, this is definitely within a customer’s acceptable range.

Finally, there is the creamy broth in the bowl.

The broth simmered to a milky white color looks exceptionally delicious and rich, providing a very comfortable visual feedback.

By no means is 25 yuan expensive.

"What a pity, the only downside of your overbridge rice noodle is that the noodles have to be freshly made, and the broth has to be prepared in advance, meaning how much you can sell each day depends on how much effort the stall owner is willing to put in."

Chen Mo nodded, "Running a stall is fundamentally about volume; it’s hard-earned money. You can’t rely on this to make easy money."

After Chen Mo had finished his rice noodles, Cheng Xiuli helped wash the cookware and hurriedly bid farewell to Chen Mo, rushing back to the company branch.

And Chen Mo, returning to his room, rested for a while until it was nearly dusk, then prepared all the ingredients and pushed the small food cart slowly towards Night Market Street.

...

"Master, are you sure? Really want to pack 12 servings of Fuding Meat Slices, just the sweet ones?"

Zhang Xiaobin weaved through Night Market Street, making several rounds.

The rabbit head vendor, the tea egg vendor, the tofu pudding vendor, and the Fuding Meat Slices vendor, none of them had set up their stalls!

At this moment, he was on the phone with Qian Zhijie.

The other party said they could eat less tonight as long as they don’t eat anything stimulating.

So the sweet-tasting Fuding Meat Slices became Qian Zhijie’s best choice.

Over the phone, Old Qian’s voice came through.

"Sure, let me tell you, normally I’d just eat two servings myself; those watery dishes don’t add up to much, but you know, all my patient buddies say I’m bluffing, they don’t believe those things are tasty, I must let them have a taste!"

Zhang Xiaobin dully agreed, "Oh by the way, Master, I haven’t had dinner yet, so I might as well pack some and eat with you, otherwise it’s quite lonely eating alone."

Qian Zhijie didn’t think much, "Sure, come over, keep me company for dinner. Tomorrow morning, I can go for surgery, and once I’m healed, we can have a good meal together!"

Zhang Xiaobin agreed with a series of hums and ohs, hung up the phone, and quietly waited for Boss Chen to set up his stall.

About half an hour later, he finally saw that familiar figure, and before Chen Mo could even push the food cart into the street, Zhang Xiaobin ran out to help push the cart.

"Boss Chen, hehe, can you make me fifteen servings of that Fuding Meat Slice later, just the sweet kind."

Chen Mo rolled his eyes.

He’d tasted the sweetened meat slices, and indeed they were a bit tasty.

But not that they were very delicious, just rather peculiar. Some people are naturally inclined to eat strange flavors, those people would love this taste.

"I’m not selling Fuding Meat Slices today."

"Huh?"

Zhang Xiaobin scratched his head, "Did you change it again?"

He had gotten used to Chen Mo’s approach, lately, it has always been like this, feeling something good today, changing it for someone else to sell tomorrow.

Luckily, even with a new owner selling, the quality of the snacks remained assured, with hardly any difference in taste.

"Yes, today there’s a new snack."

Regarding new things, Zhang Xiaobin felt he could accept it, "What is it?"

"Overbridge Rice Noodle."

"What’s that?"

He suspected he might have heard it wrong.

"Overbridge rice noodle, haven’t you had it before?"

Seeing Chen Mo just smiling plainly, Zhang Xiaobin felt this boss might be joking with him.

Looking at the snacks from the past few days, whether it’s rabbit head, tofu pudding, or Fuding Meat Slice, these snacks all have a particularly strong regional characteristic, the first two are snacks from Sichuan, while the latter comes from Fujian.

These three types of snacks are almost unheard of in Dongyang, and since Chen Mo made them taste good, they managed to sweep through Night Market Street undefeated.

So what’s this overbridge rice noodle?

In University City, under various residential buildings, and in all kinds of marketplaces, there are overbridge rice noodles everywhere.

Moreover, in Zhang Xiaobin’s understanding, aren’t rice noodles something women like to eat?

Things like rice noodles, rice jelly, spicy hot pot, these are all things that women eat, which man would love eating these things?

"I did eat them, haha, well, Boss, are your colleagues setting up today?"

"They should be."

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

When Zhang Xiaobin turned his head, he saw that the vendors for rabbit heads, tofu pudding, and tea eggs all appeared, and there was even an owner for a previously unoccupied stall.

The owner had dark circles under his eyes, looking like he hadn’t slept for days, he removed the original sign on the cart and put up his new sign.

Fuding Meat Slices!

"That’s the one!" Zhang Xiaobin was a bit happy, ready to go buy some meat slices to pack for his master.

Just then, he suddenly smelled a particularly fragrant rice aroma.

Looking closely, he saw the overbridge rice noodle stall he somewhat turned his nose up at earlier, the boss in a suit was retrieving rice grains from a bucket and placing them in a large stone mortar to pound.

"Boss, what’s this about? Aren’t you selling overbridge rice noodles today?"

"It is overbridge rice noodles indeed."

"Then what are you doing?" Zhang Xiaobin pointed at the stone mortar in front of Chen Mo.

Now he was filled with curiosity about everything Chen Mo was doing, because these were processes he’d never seen while eating snacks before, it’s precisely these unfamiliar processes that created the magical snacks.

So, Zhang Xiaobin was eager to get to the bottom of it.

"Making rice noodles," Chen Mo looked at Zhang Xiaobin with a slightly surprised, slightly curious expression, "You’ve never seen this?"

"Seen..." Zhang Xiaobin was briefly stunned, stubbornly holding his neck, "Of course I have! I just haven’t seen such a big stone mortar before!"

In reality, he had never seen it before.

Watching Chen Mo pouring the pounded rice slurry into a steamer after filtering out the water, Zhang Xiaobin’s curiosity truly piqued.

Making rice noodles?

So, the overbridge rice noodle here doesn’t directly pour broth into a pot and cook noodles?

These rice noodles are actually freshly made?

Driven by curiosity, Zhang Xiaobin didn’t go buy other snacks but stood in front of Chen Mo’s stall, waiting quietly.

His demeanor played right into Chen Mo’s hands.

Chen Mo was intentionally challenging him earlier, younger people really can’t withstand a little provocation nowadays, just a slight prodding, and they take the bait.

Moreover.

As the rich rice aroma began to waft from the steamer, people started to gather gradually.

Most of the customers came for yesterday’s Fuding Meat Slices, seeing Chen Mo not making meat slices today, many initially planned to leave.

Yet they got hooked by this fragrant aroma.

They gazed at the steaming steamer on the food cart, full of curiosity.

Seeing this situation.

Zhang Xiaobin felt, he was onto something again!