Chen Mo skillfully wrapped the pre-prepared five-spice mix with gauze and tied it up, wordlessly looking at the man who had asked the question, "My eggs, 2 yuan each."
At a night market, this price is practically charity.
The main reason is that Chen Mo didn't intend to make much money this time. At 2 yuan, he's definitely not losing money, but to really make any, he'd have to sell in volume.
The spiced package was dropped into the cola, and then Chen Mo added light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, and refined salt to the pot.
There's no such thing as thick sauce when making cola; the color relies on dark soy sauce.
After taking care of that, Chen Mo squatted down and pulled out an extension cord from underneath.
"What a hassle... I'll have to prepare all this ahead in my own truck tomorrow."
[Do you want to use the save function?]
"Can I use it now?"
[Detected that you are using your dedicated food truck, accessible.]
Ho!
