Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 742: Chapter 638: You’re Really Good at Describing Flavors, Aren’t You? (2)

"Frankly, it’s just fatigue from ugly things. Each one is weird and vulgar. It’s fresh to watch once or twice, but no one can eat stinky tofu every day."

"That’s exactly it. Some are as bad as fermented herring. Just look at Boss Wang; everything he makes is clean and beautiful. No wonder so many people like to watch."

Zhuo Qianqian once again pointed her phone at Wang Fan and began filming. Not sharing the cake-cutting moment is asking for heavenly retribution.

Wang Fan had completed the cake. This traditional cake from the Tatar ethnic group is not delicate but is full of the rugged and bold flavors of Northern Border cuisine.

The cake is brown-yellow overall, with cookie crumbs made from pie crust leftovers sprinkled all over the surface, creating a very comfortable feeling.

Wang Fan had already cut a piece, the fork like a forklift delivering goods inserted into the bottom of the cake. As Wang Fan gently pulled it out, Zhuo Qianqian activated the special mode.

Just as green leaves can make flowers look more vibrant, when the slice of cake was pulled out, compared to the cake’s plain exterior, the layered cake interior seemed gentler.

Under the yellow pie crust is a creamy yogurt cheese filling, then another pie crust, another cheese filling, layer upon layer, looking neat and refined, making one want to taste it.

The pie crust seemed a bit soft; since it’s a soft glutinous crust, it won’t be as firm as a mille-feuille. But this soft drooping curve doesn’t repel; it instills curiosity about how soft and delicious this crust really is.

As Zhuo Qianqian uploaded the video online, the previously bustling comment section quieted down, as everyone clearly went to watch the video.

The video isn’t long and can be finished quickly, as seen by the faster refresh rate in the comment section.

"I knew it! I knew this would happen! Why can’t I control my hands?!"

"Just give up resisting; watching it might make your evening difficult, but not watching will definitely make your evening difficult. Please remember this golden rule."

"Actually, our willpower is already very strong, but this person’s intensity exercises our willpower. What can resist it?"

"This purely handmade cake is truly different from those industrial garbage cakes. Though it looks unimpressive, it brings a particularly warm feeling just by looking at it."

"Boss Lady, quickly test the poison, then describe the flavor and texture to us unchanged, at least a 400-word essay!"

"No problem, I’m good at it."

Zhuo Qianqian replied and tossed her phone onto the couch. She almost drooled when taking pictures; now she just wants to stuff this hometown taste in her mouth urgently.

Wang Fan had already placed the cake on a plate. Zhuo Qianqian picked up a spoon, pressed down on the tip of the cake slice gently, and the soft cake offered no resistance, easily scooped to the bottom by the spoon.

The first spoonful fed Wang Fan, the second quickly went into her own mouth.

As the cake entered her mouth, Zhuo Qianqian’s eyes squinted like a crescent moon; Wang Fan’s craftsmanship indeed surpassed even what she had in the Great Border.

Closing her eyes, savoring the sweet and beautiful taste, she decisively picked up her phone to start editing.

"The cake is very fluffy; as soon as it enters the mouth, the crumbly cookie crust’s fragrant glutinous feeling is felt, somewhat hard yet light particles are very present in the mouth.

The tip of the tongue lightly presses on the cake, the rich cheese filling with honey’s sweet aroma surges to the taste buds.

The unique honey flavor is very distinctive. Boss said he used June’s Acanthopanax Honey, a Northeast specialty honey, besides the unique sweet aroma of honey, there is a faint herbal scent greatly balancing the sweetness, even eating a whole cake won’t feel overly sweet.

After the sweetness is the yogurt’s sourness with a touch of saltiness, the combined taste is indescribable.

The cake crust is incredibly soft and glutinous, the filling even more moist, with a sense of heaviness as you chew, it’s a dual satisfaction for taste buds and soul."

As soon as Zhuo Qianqian’s comment came out, everyone was stunned.

"Isn’t she truly amazing?!"

"Isn’t cake commentary supposed to be just ’wow, so soft, so sweet’?"

"Plus, its cream and light cream aroma’s intensity reaches your palate, including your mouth, including your nasal cavity, all filled with that rich fragrance."

"Compared to Boss Lady’s description, this is so weak. Reading her words, I feel like there’s truly a piece of cake in my mouth being slowly eaten."

"Wow, are you two playing Condor Heroes here? Why do I feel like the taunted eagle in this drama?"

"You two should just get married, you match perfectly."

Watching comment after comment, Zhuo Qianqian was all smiles: "This cake is what we’ll make to sell tomorrow, it’s our Great Border Honey Mille-Feuille Cake, welcoming friends to taste it tomorrow."

"Don’t worry, I’ve rescheduled my train ticket just for Boss Wang’s cake, I’ll queue up tomorrow morning."

"Must go, just hope they make plenty. Today’s Iceberg Lava Cake wasn’t enough, felt like it disappeared as soon as it arrived, left me scraping the cup forever."

"Boss said, this cake is relatively simple and convenient to make, tomorrow’s quantity will definitely be larger than today’s, each person a pound is no problem, just afraid you can’t eat that much."

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"This... this flavor..."

Even though it was already midnight, Xu Hong hadn’t slept.

The recipe from that young man wasn’t difficult; she had already tried making it.

She meticulously measured all the spices with a small electronic scale, even set alarms for all kinds of times.

She initially thought she’d struggle to succeed, needing many attempts due to clumsiness, yet unexpectedly succeeded at the first attempt.

Carefully holding the recipe paper, she decided to frame and treasure it starting tomorrow.

Her skills couldn’t have improved this quickly, it’s just that the paper’s content was so detailed, she only needed to follow it mechanically.

Tasting her creation again, Xu Hong deemed the paper more important than her life!

A child from a poor family may not necessarily become self-reliant early or excel academically to change fate; if her two kids lack potential, relying on this recipe ensures a lifetime of comfort.

It’s so delicious!

The batter weighed according to the recipe, applied lightly onto the chicken frame might not even be visible without careful inspection.

But this thin layer of batter, after high-temperature frying, formed a skin thin like cicada wings yet incredibly crispy, the crunch sound when biting it is immensely satisfying.

Biting further, the chicken frame’s meat was full of savory flavor with a light wine aroma, nowhere near the heavy bone-meat flavor of before.

Most importantly, the meat on this chicken rack is surprisingly moist in texture!

Chicken rack meat, moist, such obscure words!

Yet the moist feeling does exist.

Previously she learned techniques secretly by purchasing fried chicken racks often, but after eating so many, she confidently feels no one’s taste matches hers!

And solely for this taste, she won’t doubt its market potential.

"Mom, why are you so happy?"

Turning around, Xu Hong saw her youngest son rubbing sleepy eyes walking into the kitchen.

Xu Hong shoved the freshly fried chicken frame to her son’s mouth, emotionally remarking, "Mom’s happy for meeting a good person today, happy for our future days of prosperity!"