Chen Mo got up this morning as usual, washed up, and stood in the food truck, feeling a bit disheartened with a cup in hand.
"So why on earth did I rack my brains to drink a glass of bitter melon juice?"
"What's the difference between this and eating a pile of crap?"
"Throw it away, throw the whole cup away."
Fortunately, the first barbecue ingredient I chose was meat skewers, otherwise selling ten thousand skewers would have been really hard to achieve, since cutting meat and threading skewers is the most tedious job.
"Grilled eggplant will have to be a slow process, the skewers I pick next should be easy to thread."
Last night, Chen Mo already had an idea, and after ditching the bitter melon juice, he decisively drove towards the slaughterhouse he found on the map.
Not long after, Chen Mo appeared at a large slaughterhouse on the outskirts of Chengdu.
