The oil in the black pot is poured into a fine mesh strainer on top of a stainless steel bucket, allowing the oil to flow through the fine gaps, filtering out all the fragrant chili peppers simmered in the pot.
Fang Zhizhong didn't choose to have a massage from a technician, and he has been standing by the food cart watching Chen Mo cook.
"Boss Xiao Chen."
"Hmm?" Chen Mo doesn't look up as he's pouring the oil.
"I wanted to ask, are these chili residues still useful after you filter them?"
"No, they're not."
Fang Zhizhong's face lights up with joy, "I think this chili is great, if you have no use for them, could you give the residues to me?"
Hmm?
Chen Mo pours out the last drop of oil from the pot, then straightens up, "True, if you pack these chili residues, they make a rather good chili oil. If you scoop some onto noodles, it must taste great."
