Chen Mo couldn't be bothered to explain further.
Using chicken soup to cook rice, especially clear chicken soup, is something that not many people have tried, but there's a deep meaning behind Chen Mo's recipe.
And it's not traditional overnight rice being used.
After the rice is cooked, it's immediately spread outside, and even the fan in the food truck is used to quickly cool and dry the rice.
"Blow for fifteen minutes, then you can start frying the rice."
Chen Mo kept the recipe in mind, with a progress bar before his eyes, just waiting for the time to start the preparation.
It's still early, not even business hours yet, and he didn't know how business would be today.
In the end, Yu Hongtao mustered up the courage, lifted the cup in his hand, and took a small sip of the black, sticky juice.
"Hey?"
The taste was indescribable, like a mix of many fruits and vegetables, with a hint of sea breeze. It wasn't necessarily tasty, but surprisingly not that bad either.
