Customers who have tasted Chen Mo’s cuisine blindly trust his other creations as well.

Even Cheng Xiuli stood silently on one side of the crowd watching.

Previously, Chen Mo told her that if it’s for himself to eat, he must use high-temperature ceramic bowls to achieve the best results.

But if he’s setting up a stall, ceramic bowls aren’t very convenient, so he needs to change his approach. Cheng Xiuli recorded Chen Mo’s every step with her phone.

She watched as Chen Mo took out that familiar black pot again.

This step was almost no different from when he cooked in the parking lot before, except that he added milk soup to the pot.

Once it boiled, he turned off the heat immediately and quickly added platter vegetables to the pot, stirring with chopsticks while keeping an eye on the time.

One minute, no more!

Then he promptly grabbed a handful of rice noodles from the nearby cold water bucket, which really tested experience. Only by cooking for a long time could one master the appropriate portion.

Rice noodles were added to the milk soup in the pot. Afterward, Chen Mo took a regular disposable container and gently added pepper and other seasonings to the bowl with a spoon.

He placed the sieve in the pot, scooped out all the ingredients!

Then, with a black spoon, he ladled a scoop of milk soup into the bowl, "Crossing Bridge Noodles, 25 Yuan."

Zhang Xiaobin held the noodles and brought them close to his nose to smell.

"What does it smell like, bro? Why does this noodle seem a bit bland?"

The curious big brother from before asked anxiously, "I saw when it was made nothing much was added, just a spoon of soup and a dash of pepper?"

"Boss, give me a spicy one. Last time your rabbit head fully satisfied me. Now I need something spicy!"

Chen Mo kept working, apologetically saying, "Sorry, Crossing Bridge Noodles don’t come in a spicy flavor, just this one taste."

"Then can you add some chili for me?"

Chen Mo’s mouth twitched involuntarily a few times.

Adding sugar to Fuding Meat Slices, he could tolerate.

After all, that snack was meant to be seasoned later, with the taste entirely depending on personal preference, meaning the meat slices were just for texture, and a hint of meat aroma.

The soup base didn’t have much flavor, so it could be made into any flavor.

But these Crossing Bridge Noodles!

What’s tasted?

It’s about the texture and the original taste of the platter vegetables, the smooth and chewy feel of freshly made noodles, and the clear fragrance of rice milk, the rich and fresh aroma from milk soup!

Adding a spoonful of red chili oil to something like this, tsk, that taste would be overbearing, and Chen Mo wasn’t even willing to imagine much.

He said very firmly, "No way. Crossing Bridge Noodles can’t have chili oil, can’t be spicy flavored, can only be eaten like this. At most, I can add some sesame oil or vinegar for you."

The questioning customer mumbled a few words, "Little boss doesn’t seem very good at business huh! But never mind, can’t add then can’t add, just let me try a portion."

Holding the noodles, Zhang Xiaobin didn’t leave the queue, his chopsticks dug into the bowl, stirred hard, and grabbed a big bite of noodles!

People around naturally looked on.

Only to see that big bunch of thick rice noodles hooked various ingredients, both meat and vegetables.

Those meat and vegetable aren’t the hot pot balls they’ve had before, but genuinely various meats!

Zhang Xiaobin ruthlessly shoved the noodles into his mouth.

"Ooh~~~"

He sucked in a breath, then started eating with a slurping sound.

"Phew..."

He heavily exhaled.

Even though noodle making involves some steps on the spot, no matter how fast, Chen Mo needs two minutes to finish a portion.

Other customers haven’t got their noodles yet, all stared at Zhang Xiaobin waiting for his evaluation.

Finished a big bite, Zhang Xiaobin didn’t speak about the myriad flavors in his mouth, instead, he held that bowl with both hands, chin raised, "Gulp gulp..."

After the boiling milk soup blanched the platter vegetables and noodles, the temperature wasn’t too high, direct drinking didn’t burn the mouth, instead just right.

Drank a big mouthful of rich soup.

Zhang Xiaobin felt all thirty-six thousand pores all over his body opened up, "Awesome, so satisfying! Boss, quick, give me another...no no no, give me seven portions to take away!"

Zhang Xiaobin felt he was a genius, his mentor was still waiting for food at the hospital.

Fuding Meat Slices must be packed naturally, but that stuff even eating a lot wouldn’t feel full, just like drinking a pot of soup.

Noodles aren’t the same, a portion definitely has a feeling of fullness!

Qian Zhijie didn’t know Night Market Street had such delicious Crossing Bridge Noodles, and they’re not spicy at all, just right for him.

Other customers seeing this, started scanning codes to order.

For good food, no need for extra words!

Just looking at Zhang Xiaobin’s reactions, it’s clear how good this thing must be.

Chen Mo accelerated, crazily started making.

If high-temperature tableware can’t be used, only making one by one repeatedly with a pot is the only option.

For Zhang Xiaobin’s packing of seven portions, Chen Mo directly ladled milk soup into his bowl, packing noodles, platter vegetables into another container, "After you go back, boil this soup to a boil in a pot, then blanch the side dish for one minute, soak the noodles in and it’s ready to eat."

Zhang Xiaobin carried the packed noodles, "Great! Thanks boss!"

Earlier he worried if packed here, when reaching the hospital, the noodles would soak sticky.

This way there was no worry at all.

Bought noodles, Zhang Xiaobin continued to buy seven portions of Fuding Meat Slices, which Qian Zhijie specially requested.

Finally...

He stood in front of the rabbit head stall, hesitating for a long time.

"My mentor can’t eat spicy anyway, but can’t stop me from eating right? I haven’t eaten enough."

"Besides, rabbit head doesn’t take much space in the stomach at all!"

Convinced himself, Qian Zhijie decisively packed 10 rabbit heads.

Passing by the tofu brain stall, he gave up.

Though tofu brain is delicious, what’s packed is already too much, buying more and he’d simply couldn’t hold so much delicious food.

With a large packet of food in each hand, Zhang Xiaobin happily left Night Market Street, and caught a taxi.

"Mentor, People’s Hospital!"

...

People’s Hospital.

"You are really a policeman? Let me tell you, Officer, don’t engage in scams, this world could hardly have snacks that make you addicted."

"Yeah, even if they’re good, couldn’t possibly make one unable to resist for even one day, what this fellow said sounds exaggerated."

"Alright, alright, folks stop arguing about its taste, hehe, talk more and we’ll miss meal time, we should eat now!"

Eat?

Speaking of eating, Qian Zhijie felt delighted.

He asked, "What to eat? What’s good in the hospital?"

The old fellow next door lying on the bed, "Expect something good here? And best not eat too much these few days, not that you can’t eat, it’s..."

Another fellow lying in the same posture, "If you don’t want to suffer, you better eat less, each bowel movement feels deadly, this is coming from someone with experience!"

Qian Zhijie hadn’t gone under the knife yet, but felt his behind subtly ache, "Then if I just eat a small portion like Meat Slices, shouldn’t be a problem right? Not much there."

Everyone nodded indicating it shouldn’t be an issue.

After all this department was rather special, offering food delivery service, everyone held the small menu over the bedhead, seeing what’s best to eat for the night.

At this moment.

"Mentor! I’m here!"

Qian Zhijie sat up from bed with a jolt, "Arrived? Did you buy the stuff?"

"Bought, bought, Mentor, here!"

Zhang Xiaobin swiftly took out seven portions of sweet-tasting Fuding Meat Slices packed with sugar from the plastic bag.

Qian Zhijie proudly showed his fellow patients, "Haha, see, I specifically packed a portion for each of you, taste and see if I’m bragging!"

The other six exchanged glances.

Zhang Xiaobin distributed the Fuding Meat Slices, several patients repeatedly observed carefully, ensuring it was merely a bowl of fresh fragrant soup soaking some meat slices, then felt relieved.

Even with a bit of chili inside, it would be absolutely off-limits!

"Mentor, got a pot?"

"What you need a pot for?" Qian Zhijie murmured, munching on meat slices.

"I brought you something else!"

With that, Zhang Xiaobin took out all the packed noodles from the plastic bag!

And.

Brought out his own exclusive rabbit heads!