Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 741: Chapter 638: You Really Know How to Describe Flavors, Don’t You?

Wang Fan never considered himself a saint, but having been in the rain himself, he found it hard not to reach out when he saw someone else getting drenched. He didn’t have any grand ideas, just hoped that through his help, there might be a little less suffering in the world, or at least one more warm family.

Xu Hong’s eyes were a bit red, already filled with tears. Setting up such a stall left no money left, and she couldn’t afford the high franchise fees and definitely couldn’t go for training. She could only rely on her experience cooking and the haphazard methods she’d learned by peeking and copying.

"3 pounds of chicken racks, 1 piece of fermented bean curd, 30 grams of crushed raw garlic to marinate, 5 minutes before frying, drench 5 grams of rice wine and 5 grams of pepper per pound, mix flour and starch at a 1:1 ratio..."

At this moment, the cold wind was still blowing, but the thin A4 paper in his hand felt burning hot.

Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian were already heading towards the sanitation workers.

To say that the sanitation workers in Erbin had the most exhausting job these days would not be an exaggeration. To maintain road cleanliness, they were even stationed in fixed areas, quickly sweeping up and disposing of any piece of trash that hit the ground.

The bright and clean city couldn’t do without the effort of these people at the bottom rung, and all they got for their hard work was barely enough to fill their stomachs.

However, there was no way around it. If the salaries for such jobs were high, then the older folks lacking skills might not stand a chance to be employed.

"Boss, I’m sorry, I misunderstood you earlier."

Zhuo Qianqian was never one to stiffly hold onto her pride; if she was wrong, she bravely admitted it.

Wang Fan wasn’t angry to begin with, so he didn’t take it to heart: "Looks like my acting was decent, even fooled you."

Zhuo Qianqian curiously asked, "The recipe you gave just now didn’t seem like the one for Northeast-style crispy chicken. I’ve never had one with fermented bean curd."

Wang Fan nodded: "Indeed it wasn’t. That was the recipe for garlic fermented bean curd chicken wings. The Northeast-style crispy chicken recipe isn’t difficult, there’s no saying which tastes better, but this approach is unique around here, and a lot more eye-catching than the traditional one, so it’s easier to go viral."

Zhuo Qianqian had tasted garlic fermented bean curd chicken wings and not only was the garlic aroma strong, but there was also a faint hint of wine while eating it, which left a satisfying aftertaste.

The sanitation workers were all older, at least uncle or aunt age. After Wang Fan explained his purpose, he pointed to a busy lady: "Uncle, auntie, just head over there. I’ve already paid for it."

The uncles and aunties were a bit dumbfounded, never expecting such good fortune. Even when they had fried chicken frames in hand, it still felt somewhat unreal.

Wang Fan didn’t stay long, he dragged Zhuo Qianqian back home amidst the innumerable thanks from the uncles and aunties.

The outing took over two hours, and the cake base in the fridge had already been chilled.

"Are we still making this cake? Feels like you’ve already had your fill."

Zhuo Qianqian’s eyes widened as if she’d heard something unbelievable. "Boss, what are you saying? Isn’t that small amount of food we ate on the way back completely digested by now?"

She even patted her belly as she spoke.

The heating at home was nice and warm, and being at home in a sleeveless vest didn’t feel cold at all. Looking at her flat stomach, Wang Fan could only shake his head helplessly.

Some people are truly just masterpieces of Nuwa from her exhibit of skills, there’s nothing to compare to.

Taking the golden dough from the fridge, he pinched out ten dough balls, flattened them with a palm, and then took out a rolling pin that was already sleek and shiny, quickly turning the dough balls into round, 2 millimeter-thick pancakes.

Using a round mold to press onto the pancake, but not cutting through the edges, just leaving a deep imprint.

Moving it into the oven with the baking paper, he set it to 170 degrees for 6 minutes, and then started making the cheese filling.

Zhuo Qianqian occasionally took pictures with her phone from the side, choosing the best-angled shot to post on Wang Fan’s status.

"In 10 minutes, this man will perform a culinary seduction late at night. Everyone, quickly leave and don’t say I didn’t warn you!"

With the New Year approaching, everyone was staying in more, crawling into bed early to scroll on their phones. Seeing Wang Fan so boldly update his status, these folks were not pleased at all.

"Boss lady, you’re underestimating our willpower. I’ve already eaten half a pig’s knuckle and a bowl of braised pork ribs tonight, I’m so stuffed I can barely sit up, I bet you can’t tempt me."

"Exactly, I’m sick of all the rich foods lately. I just want some leafy greens now, which I can stir-fry myself. You think that’ll break me?"

"This looks like a dessert? Isn’t eating something so rich late at night a sure way to gain weight?"

Zhuo Qianqian chuckled and replied, "You have to eat dessert late at night so your dreams are sweet too."

"Just for that line, I won’t bother with dieting today."

"Why diet during the New Year? I’ve already gained 5 pounds since coming back this week, after a year of hardship outside, why not treat yourself well at home?"

"True, there’s no need to suffer unnecessarily, let’s just order in."

While chatting, Zhuo Qianqian occasionally updated Wang Fan’s progress, whether it be a photo or a video, although he didn’t say a word, it was his meticulous demeanor, coupled with the enchanting creation process of the cake, that allowed everyone to enjoy a different kind of calm.

"So many videos and live streams nowadays are noisy, Wang Boss’s quiet approach is oddly enjoyable, it really is peculiar."