Before the two-hour transformation was complete, the spicy rabbit heads in the pot were already sold out. Chen Mo tossed the last one to Sun Jianhong, "Here, eat."
Then, he slowly pushed his cart away.
Leaving behind fifty or sixty customers on Night Market Street, drooling, with slightly swollen lips, they stared at Chen Mo's retreating figure.
"I can't, I need more, just one more!"
"Boss, don't go, make some more for us, I was just getting into it!"
"Oh my god, I've never eaten anything this spicy, it's outrageous, it's like it's laced with poison!"
But there was no way around it; the customers all knew that Chen Mo's spicy rabbit heads were indeed sold out, and Chen Mo had explained earlier that they must be prepared in advance, so there was no way to make them on the spot.
In the crowd, there were three men and one woman heavily sucking in air, each holding a bottle of milk.
"Hiss, hiss! President Cheng, this rabbit head I see, hiss... okay!"
