Zhao Wenping glanced at the tofu pudding and ignored it, directly putting on gloves to break apart a rabbit head.

"This thing isn’t common around here, hey Old Qian, you tried it yesterday, isn’t it really spicy? Maybe I should find some hot water to rinse it off before eating."

In the South, this is a common way to eat.

If there’s some spicy and numbing delicacy that someone is afraid to eat, some people would use hot water to rinse the spicy sauce off the surface of the food, but even the remaining chili can be enough to make them gasp for breath.

"No!" Qian Zhijie, who was eating meat slices, immediately reached out to stop him, "Absolutely not! That spicy sauce is the essence, you not only need to keep it but also..."

He felt that just explaining it didn’t do justice, so he simply put on gloves to grab a rabbit head.

"Master, given your condition now..." Zhang Xiaobin wanted to stop him as well, "Is it really right for you to eat this now?"

Zhao Wenping was also a bit concerned, "Yeah, Old Qian, you could just tell me, and I won’t rinse it, no need to do it yourself."

Qian Zhijie, grasping the rabbit head, felt an itch in his heart.

Remembering the five rabbit heads he devoured last night, his taste buds were almost numbed by the spice, yet it was an incredible delight. Now with the spicy aroma wafting towards him, how could he not eat?

When humans encounter such situations, they often won’t opt for restraint.

The brain usually finds a way for a quick excuse to convince yourself and others.

Just like Qian Zhijie at this moment.

"But."

Qian Zhijie looked at the rabbit head, "Isn’t there a possibility that if I eat just a little, it won’t be a big deal?"

"What!"

Zhang Xiaobin and Zhao Wenping were both dumbfounded.

"What I mean is, if I just eat one... no, half of it, there shouldn’t be any problem, right? Plus, I’m not actually sick; I just haven’t rested well lately. My symptoms are really mild. You get what I mean, right?"

Having come this far, what more is there to say?

Zhang Xiaobin and Zhao Wenping both lowered their heads and raised their glasses, "Well, no matter what, let’s have another drink."

Only then did Qian Zhijie pick up his glass, and the three of them drank the wine together.

With a refreshing chill, they broke open the rabbit head.

Sizzle sizzle~

Together, they slurped the guilty pleasure of the spicy sauce into their mouths.

Eating rabbit heads is like being unfaithful; once you start, you’ll do it countless times.

Moments later, the table in front of the three was piled with rabbit head bones.

"Xiaobin, I’ll transfer three hundred to you, go get some more."

"Yeah, and grab some more tofu pudding while you’re at it."

"Can I order two more servings of Fuding Meat Slices?"

Qian Zhijie generously transferred four hundred, "Buy it! Oh, and I want mine sweet, just add sugar, nothing else."

Sweet Fuding Meat Slices, they are truly delicious.

At this time, it wasn’t only them having a blast eating, Zhao Ming was also indulging in a corner.

After finishing a bowl of meat slices, he wanted another, though he hadn’t eaten much rabbit head today; he mainly packed them up and put them in his backpack.

Zhao Ming, being sharp-minded, figured he could bring the rabbit head home, if not finished today, it could be eaten tomorrow.

But the Fuding Meat Slices were different; they needed to be eaten hot and weren’t as good cold.

He only had two bowls of tofu pudding today, saving room in his stomach for the meat slices.

"Another serving, this time spicy and sour."

Chen Mo was quick; once these snacks start getting made, they just roll one batch after another into the pot.

Much like the sliced noodles from Jingzhou, a skilled chef can whip up plenty in a short time.

Chen Mo was well adept at handling such scenes, within ten minutes he could produce dozens of servings.

Holding the last bowl, Zhao Ming felt a thrill like collecting Dragon Balls, "Finally, I’ve tasted the last flavor too."

Chen Mo asked with interest, "Which flavor do you think is the best?"

Chen Mo had truly memorized Zhao Ming now, as most others would have at most three or four bowls, since they’re filling.

Three or four bowls were surely enough to fill up.

But this guy was different, grabbing one serving and gulping it down, then changing flavors and continuing to eat.

Zhao Ming thought it over, and found every flavor quite tasty. If he had to pick the best, though...

At that moment.

Zhang Xiaobin ran over, "Boss, three servings of Fuding Meat Slices. One spicy, one spicy and sour, and one just with sugar."

Zhao Ming’s train of thought was interrupted. Seeing it was the officer he met yesterday, although they weren’t close, they’d met before.

Hearing the order made him curious, "With sugar? Bro, there’s no mention of a sugary flavor on this menu."

Zhang Xiaobin turned his head.

Whoa, a familiar face!

If not for this guy’s tip-off yesterday, the three of them wouldn’t have found this treasure of a snack on Night Market Street.

"Ha, you couldn’t resist either?"

"Hehe." Zhao Ming chuckled awkwardly, still embarrassed about the mix-up yesterday. "But bro, there’s no sugar flavor mentioned on the menu, what’s up with that?"

"Oh that." Zhang Xiaobin pointed at Chen Mo bringing out a serving of meat slices, "That’s for my master, he says adding sugar makes it especially tasty, better than the rest."

Chen Mo thought to himself that his master hadn’t tried the other flavors yet and was unsure if sugar worked.

But this comment caught Zhao Ming’s attention, "Alright, give me one with sugar too!"

"Sure, enjoy, I’m heading back." Zhang Xiaobin carried various snacks and left.

Zhao Ming ate the spicy and sour one while waiting for his sugary serving.

...

Not far away, at the rabbit head stall.

Wen Haiping apologized to the customers in front of him, "Sorry, we’re out of rabbit heads today, please come back tomorrow."

The customer was somewhat dissatisfied, "Strange, can’t you make more? I couldn’t get any the day before yesterday, and today again. Make sure you save some for me tomorrow!"

Wen Haiping, inexperienced in this small business, fully agreed, "Don’t worry, I’ll save some for you tomorrow for sure!"

After the customer left, Wen Haiping apologized to the waiting customers behind, finally finishing up for the day.

Currently, his relationship with Cheng Xiuli was contractual, so the payment QR code was linked to Cheng Xiuli’s account.

But to avoid mistakes, Cheng Xiuli added Wen Haiping as a ’staff’ on WeChat, allowing him to hear the payment notifications.

As per their agreement, Wen Haiping cleaned the stall, packed everything, unable to wash here, they could only move them home to clean.

Leaving Night Market Street, Wen Haiping parked the tricycle by the roadside and pulled out his phone.

"What’s going on, why did you stop? Let’s go home, Yingzi still has school tomorrow."

Wen Haiping browsed his phone, his eyes widening, until finally, he slapped his thigh, "Whoa, honey, look, did I count wrong? Is this really nine thousand yuan?"

His wife took the phone, "It’s right, what’s up?"

Wen Haiping excitedly took back his phone, "We earned over nine thousand just like that! It’s still early, not even nine yet; if we stayed, we could have sold even more."

The wife didn’t understand his excitement, "But didn’t the company only send us five hundred rabbit heads today? Closing early to rest isn’t bad, is it? We earn a salary after all."

Wen Haiping put away his phone, "No, but think, we have other options! If we franchise with that woman’s company, that money would be ours!"

"But wouldn’t we also have costs like that, how much could we make?"

Cheng Xiuli had explained the specifics, but Wen Haiping was pumped, gripping the tricycle handles, "I don’t know, let’s go home and figure it out!"

Hearing this, his wife understood his intent.

Feeling a warm surge in her heart.

Looking at the little girl asleep in the tricycle’s back.

Indeed, if they made more money by franchising, they could save faster for a down payment on a city house.

They could enroll Yingzi in a city kindergarten.

Stay with Xiaoying as she grows, not leaving her as a left-behind child.

These hopes were in Wen Haiping’s heart as well.

In the night, his legs peddling the tricycle gained more strength!