"Hey, you guys go check out what's happening at Night Market Street first."
"Why don't we go together? We can help you carry some stuff." Bao Shuai noticed that Chen Mo had prepared a lot of ingredients and figured he couldn't carry it all by himself.
Chen Mo rolled his eyes at him, "I have some other things to do. I'll head over myself later. You guys go ahead."
Once he had sent the three of them off, Chen Mo felt relieved to use the food truck's transformation feature.
After a moment of familiar daze, the handsome food truck turned into a humble, unadorned small food cart, with a price list for tea eggs still pasted on the outside.
Chen Mo struggled to move a large barrel of rabbit heads onto the cart, then slowly pushed it towards the night market.
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"Hey, do you really think my urine eggs aren't as good as tea eggs? What's so special about tea eggs anyway? Aren't they just boiled eggs with a tea flavor?"
"Well, your urine eggs are just boiled eggs with a urine stench!"
