The pungent smell was overwhelming, and from the moment it hit Chen Mo's nostrils, his stomach began to churn with acid.
"Jianhong, what the hell?"
Sun Jianhong turned back with a silly grin, "How is it, Brother Mo? Not bad, right?"
He seemed rather proud of himself.
"I'm telling you, a lot of unscrupulous vendors out there are adding their own stuff because they can't get real childhood urine. We're not like them; ours is genuine childhood urine, sure to be a hit. Just wait and see!"
Chen Mo was truly left speechless this time.
Unable to respond to Sun Jianhong, Chen Mo held his breath and left the food truck, hoping to find a mask in the parking lot's food truck.
On his way back, Chen Mo had a brief conversation with the system.
"So what's actually in urine that makes anyone like it?"
After getting some information, Chen Mo felt almost dumbfounded; the system even gave him a recipe for Dongyang Urine Egg.
