This was the biggest challenge Chen Mo had ever faced since he started his street vending.

Fang Zhizhong ordered all the snacks placed in front of the food cart, and seeing that Chen Mo hadn't made a move for a long time, he asked back, "Is it really impossible to do?"

Chen Mo seemed to be frozen at this moment, and Fang Zhizhong's flamboyant behavior attracted many customers in line to step out and watch the scene.

After all, the little boss just said that they would close after fulfilling this order, so continuing to queue wasn't meaningful—better to come out and watch the spectacle.

In fact, most people in the line had already had at least one midnight snack; they just lined up again because they found it delicious.

Chen Mo thought for a long time and nodded slightly, "I can do it."

Fang Zhizhong breathed a sigh of relief.

"But it'll cost extra."

Fang Zhizhong breathed a second sigh of relief, "Extra charge is fine, just do it."

Things that can be solved with money aren't really big problems.

Chen Mo began selecting from the snacks that other vendors brought over.

Uncle Liu's ham was cut into small cubes, Brother Squid's grilled squid was also cut into small cubes, Pancake Zhao's crispy pancakes were crushed, and some of Shrimp Paste Sister's snacks were picked out.

Ordinarily, he would use a full portion of each snack for fried rice, but this one was different. Fang Zhizhong wanted too many snacks, so Chen Mo could only take a little from each, and even so, the final assortment of side dishes was quite large.

"I'll need to fry two servings of this, each one will cost you 30 yuan, is that okay?"

Fang Zhizhong lit a cigarette, "Okay."

With about ten kinds of ingredients laid out, Chen Mo looked at the image in his mind and didn't rush to start but ran through the process of making the 'Perfect Mixed Fried Rice' once in his head.

Because there were so many ingredients and they were all cooked, the order of adding them to the pan was crucial.

Some ingredients like onions could go in first, frying them not only releases their aroma but also softens them for a better texture.

But some ingredients, like fried chicken fillets, should never be cooked first—it would ruin the crispy breadcrumbs on the outside and dry out the chicken.

Chen Mo thought and thought, and upon seeing the newest scene in his mind, he showed a peculiar expression.

The moment he saw those hands without an owner adding soup to the pan in his mind, Chen Mo realized something.

This... seems a bit like the method for making Yangzhou Fried Rice?

Of course, Chen Mo didn't know the exact traditional way to make Yangzhou Fried Rice; he wasn't a gourmet expert or a famous chef.

He had just seen a video online where a man made fried rice while explaining some Chinese medicine health concepts, selling Yangzhou Fried Rice for 268 yuan per serving!

After recalling the demo, Chen Mo started to move.

Different from before, this time Chen Mo spoke first, "30 is not enough, I think these two servings should cost at least 50 each, making it a hundred total."

A bit worried that this boss might not accept it, Chen Mo added, "Firstly, the preparation is complicated. Secondly, there are too many snacks, and one portion of rice with that many side dishes would make the dish appear overloaded. Perhaps you could share it with other willing customers?"

Old Zhao, who just had ham and squid rice with his wife, immediately shouted without thinking when he heard this, "I'll pay 50! Give me a portion!"

This spontaneous decision caused regrets among a few still considering customers.

Fang Zhizhong shook his head, "No. Two servings it is."

He didn't use his phone, instead pulling out a hundred-yuan bill from his wallet and pressing it under the bouquet, "But make it quick, I'm starving."

Only then did Chen Mo feel at ease and start cooking.

Unlike other fried rice methods, Chen Mo actually put away the electric griddle used for frying dumplings this time and took out an electric pot from the cupboard and plugged it in!

His next move made a big sister on the side of the stall shriek with excitement.

"Look, look! Brother Jiaozi is going to use my Ma La Tang to make fried rice!"

Woah!

If it wasn't mentioned, one really wouldn't have noticed, but come to think of it, it does seem like it!

Sister Ma La was beyond excited; she had only sold one portion of her Ma La Tang today, which was the one at Chen Mo's cart.

Originally, she just tried it out for fun, after all, Ma La Tang and fried rice typically don't go together at all.

Unexpectedly, the little boss Chen Mo's last fried rice was first kicked off with Ma La Tang!

However, unlike others might think, Chen Mo didn't use the entire Ma La Tang; instead, he poured all the soup from it into the electric pot, leaving all the other ingredients inside and extending his hand, "Do you want this?"

Fang Zhizhong shook his head, "No thanks."

Not long after pouring the Ma La Tang soup into the electric pot, it started to simmer and boil. Chen Mo tried using the food cart's new feature: Ingredient Identification.

This function was quite simple to use; as long as the ingredients existed within the food cart, as soon as Chen Mo had the thought, an identification result would automatically appear on the system panel in his mind.

[Ma La Tang Bone Soup: High soup made using pig bones, beef bones, chicken, and duck, with added chili oil, refined salt, soy sauce, sesame oil, and other seasonings.]

Wow.

You're really bold using bone soup in a 15 yuan Ma La Tang?

Chen Mo glanced at the trembling-in-excitement big sister and thought, no wonder your business isn't good; who still makes their own high soup for Ma La Tang these days? Can it taste good?

People add a spoonful of bone soup paste, and the flavor just pops, not only tasty but also richly colored, whereas this bone soup looks bland; anyone not in the know would think it's fake.

The bone soup in the electric pot slowly boiled as Chen Mo calmly began choosing other snacks.

The fried ham and squid cubes lost their initial status and were thrown into the bone soup to simmer, along with handmade shrimp paste and Fuding Meat Slices.

As the bone soup continued to boil, on the other side, Chen Mo turned up the heat, pouring a scoop of clear oil into a frying pan.

"Boss, I love lard fried rice too," Fang Zhizhong gave a friendly reminder.

Chen Mo nodded slightly, "Don't rush."

He then took out a face mask from his pocket and put it on; he had noticed someone taking a video with their phone, and being a state enterprise employee, if the video spread, it might cause some unnecessary trouble.

Like colleagues asking questions...

The clear oil circled in the pan and was poured out by Chen Mo, and this time, he added a chunk of solidified lard.

The frying pan was at a good temperature, and with just a twist under the spoon, the white lard melted instantly—now!

[Perfect!]

Two eggs were cracked open with a bang into the pan!

The lard had just melted, the temperature nearly nonexistent, and the egg mixture seemed to be soaking in the fat with no reaction whatsoever.

This operation left both customers and vendors at the bridge who cooked and those who didn't in silence.

The little boss's egg-frying skill.

Seemed rather average, huh?

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