Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 732: Chapter 633: It’s Snowing—Time for Iron Pot Stewed Goose!

"Slurp..."

Maybe I just never encountered this aroma before, so my willpower is relatively weak?

"Slurp..."

Hmm? I didn’t slurp, where’s that sound coming from?

A bewildered Zhou Ruoqing looked around and saw Liu Hehe and Liu Zhaofeng both drooling...

Alright, it seems that whether or not one often eats this doesn’t really matter.

Liu Hehe could barely control the craving inside him.

When it comes to Iron Pot Braised Goose, whether in restaurants or at home, each place has its own unique flavor. Some are poorly made and make you want to vomit just from the smell, but the good ones truly have the perfect balance of color, aroma, and taste.

This Brother Wang’s cooking is certainly top-notch; the pure and rich aroma of the meat is something I’ve never smelled before.

It doesn’t have an overpowering soy paste flavor, nor a particularly strong spice scent. It’s just the pure aroma of goose meat after the gamey taste has been completely subdued!

Once this smell enters your nose, your mind starts recalling the most delicious Braised Goose you ever tasted, and you know for a fact that the one in this big pot is bound to be more delicious than any you’ve had before!

Wang Fan had already lifted the lid, and instead of calling it Iron Pot Braised Goose, it might be more appropriate to call it Iron Pot Stewed Goose.

With newly opened disposable chopsticks, he poked a piece of goose meat, and the chopsticks easily pierced through. Considering it had been stewing for 40 minutes, this was no surprise.

However, he didn’t pick up the piece of goose meat yet, as there was still a very crucial step left.

He picked up the nearby bowl, added crushed garlic and scallions directly into the pot, and turned up the heat to make the soup even thicker. As he stirred with the spatula, the crushed garlic and scallion bits clung to the goose pieces, providing an even richer aroma.

By this time, the Chestnut Mushroom and potato slices were also perfectly cooked; they were added in batches and all maintained the perfect texture. The vermicelli made entirely from sweet potatoes absorbed the essence of the soup, and its reddish-brown hue shone with a glossy sheen, making it look all the more enticing.

"Gurgle..."

"Inhale..."

The sound of stomachs growling, of people inhaling deeply, and drooling is evident from the diners’ reactions to how delicious this pot of goose meat is.

The soup in the big pot was nearly gone, yet Wang Fan wasn’t finished.

Only when there was almost no soup left at the bottom of the pot did he turn off the heat.

"Oh my god, what kind of heat control is this? Huh? What kind of mastery over the heat must this be? I can’t even imagine how flavorful this piece of goose meat must be!"

"This is amazing; those absorbed soups are all reabsorbed, and the essence remains after the moisture is reduced."

"Even the vermicelli is incredible. You can’t see any soup, yet it doesn’t stick together."

"This is an expert; I’ve never seen anyone dare to cook Iron Pot Braised Goose like this."

Some experienced cooks from the Northeast were extremely excited. Such a pot of Iron Pot Braised Goose could be legendary in the Northeast!

"Awooo."

The only person on the scene allowed to taste the freshly cooked delicacy immediately was Zhuo Qianqian.

Her excuse was quite solid; she was the guinea pig to test if it was cooked enough and if the seasoning was right.

To be honest, I really want to be that guinea pig!

As the goose entered her mouth, Zhuo Qianqian was exhaling the heat while unwilling to let go of the goose, and at the same time, she kept giving a thumbs up with her fair and slender hands.

Wang Fan placed five bowls on a plate to the side, and Zhuo Qianqian giggled and took them to the back kitchen.

This scene was somewhat frustrating for the diners: "Boss Wang, do you really need five large bowls to test for poison?"

"Exactly! That’s too much! I condemn you on behalf of the moon!"

"Uh, I wanted to ask if the back kitchen is hiring any helpers? I don’t care about the pay, I just want to try this first batch of deliciousness to see what it’s like."

"Boss Wang, hurry up and start selling, I can’t wait to eat your goose."

Wang Fan didn’t keep them waiting long. Each portion was 2 pounds, including goose meat, potato slices, Chestnut Mushroom, and vermicelli, and because there was no soup, he’d saved a step. Additionally, his insane control of ingredients meant he rarely needed to add or subtract anything when he scooped out the portions.

yuan for a 2-pound serving of Iron Pot Braised Goose, really, there was nothing to nitpick about. And from just a quick glance, at least half of it was goose meat.

Wang Fan was also very accommodating. If you wanted more of something, he would give you more!

Even if someone tentatively wanted just pure goose meat, Wang Fan served them without hesitation!

This left the diners in line puzzled.

What kind of tactic is this?

Is he confident in the quality of the people in line, thinking they wouldn’t all demand his goose meat, or is he so sure that his other ingredients are so delicious that people wouldn’t dare just go for the goose meat?

"Damn, he’s got me completely confused here."

"Getting only goose meat feels wrong on the conscience."

"40 yuan for 2 pounds of stewed goose meat is definitely a loss."

"Then why is he still willing to sell it that way?"

"There’s only one truth: he thinks we won’t want to miss out on the dried goods that have absorbed the essence of the soup!"

"I’ll have an even split of goose meat and the rest."

"I don’t have any shame. I’ll take 2 pounds of just goose meat."

"I’ll have half goose meat, and the rest split between noodles and other ingredients."

"I still think Boss Wang dares to sell like this because he’s confident other ingredients are tastier. I don’t want to miss out on any deliciousness, just serve it normally."

"I’ll have the usual too."

Those who got the braised goose meat didn’t even bother finding a place to sit, breaking apart the disposable chopsticks and rubbing them together before eagerly stuffing the goose meat into their mouths.

The goose meat, after a long simmer, had become tender and juicy.

The original firmness was still there, but every bite was tender.

As teeth pressed down, you could feel the resistance and elasticity of the goose meat, as well as the rich juices within it.

Most of the moisture in the goose had stewed out, leaving just the fatty juices, which absorbed the essence of the soup, enveloping the taste buds with pure meat aroma like waves crashing continuously.

"Unbelievable! Is this really the Iron Pot Braised Goose I’m familiar with? This goose meat is incredibly flavorful!"

"After stewing, the goose skin even has a slight charred aroma. This magical flavor is something I’ve never tasted in my life, though I’ve had overcooked stuff a couple of times."

"Hard to believe, with just a simple salty and savory base and a bit of spice, how did he make it so delicious? Why can’t I?"

"If you can, then why aren’t you doing it?"

"Slurp, slurp... Why are we even talking? Hurry and try these potato slices and vermicelli, they smell better than meat."

Originally, there were a few who could spare a word or two in chat, but hearing this, they immediately lunged at the other ingredients in their bowls.

The caps of the Chestnut Mushroom were incredibly soft and melted in the mouth, while the stalks had a slight chew, enhancing the uniquely delicious flavor of the mountain delicacy with each bite.

The dried potato slices, crispy and slightly chewy, absorbed all the essence of the broth, combining their unique flavor with the rich aroma of the meat, truly making you feel it’s even tastier than the meat.

But if there’s something truly amazing, it has to be the sweet potato vermicelli.

Vermicelli may not have much flavor on its own, but its adaptability is unmatched.

The more flavorful the broth it absorbs, the more unique its taste becomes.

The vermicelli was long and became slick and chewy after absorbing the goose broth, a thin layer of oil coating it to prevent them from sticking together.

Picking up a chopstick full of vermicelli, they quivered slightly beneath the chopsticks as if singing the tune of their own deliciousness.

"Slurp, slurp..."

"Slurp, slurp..."

Taking big mouthfuls of vermicelli, biting gently as they snapped, turning into countless grain-sized chewy vermicelli fragments with each chew.

The vermicelli, having been imbued with the deliciousness of the goose, also became the chewy medium that carried the rich flavors of the dried goose to the taste buds.

"Damn, if I’d known this vermicelli was so good, why did I ask for so much goose meat?"

"Haha, luckily I went for the normal option; each ingredient really has its own unique flavor, a thousand different kinds of beauty."

"Even though I got a little more goose meat, at least I have some dried veggies."

Listening to the hushed whispers and loud praises around them, the guy who got all the goose meat suddenly appeared as if he wanted to cry but had no tears.

He knew the lesson about trying to reap small profits only to suffer big losses, so how did he get bewitched?

While the goose meat is good, we also want to try how delicious this vermicelli, these potato slices, and these Chestnut Mushroom are!

Cry T-T!