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... 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, th ...
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