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Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 747 - 641: What’s in the Bowl Can’t Compare to What’s in the Pot, What’s in the Pot Can’t Compare to What’s Stolen
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Chapter 747: Chapter 641: What’s in the Bowl Can’t Compare to What’s in the Pot, What’s in the Pot Can’t Compare to What’s Stolen

Wang Fan didn’t use the ready-made spiced chicken powder commonly used in the South.

He only used some sand ginger powder and fresh sand ginger along with scallion sections for marination. For such a premium ingredient like ’flying dragon,’ adding too many spices would be like stealing the show.

He picked up the five-finger peach and sniffed it under his nose again, smelling only a faint milky fragrance, then nodded reassuringly.

Five-finger peach can strengthen the spleen, nourish the lungs, promote circulation, and improve beauty. It’s a herbal ingredient often used in soups in the South. However, there’s another herb called gou wen that looks very similar, which many might not recognize. It also has another name—Poisonous Herb.

This little thing’s flowers look like honeysuckle, and its stems and roots resemble the five-finger peach. Not only is it difficult for ordinary people to tell them apart, but even some sellers of herbal medicines might not notice.

If you really used Poisonous Herb for soup, at the least, you’d be foaming at the mouth and experiencing low blood pressure, and at worst, it could lead to respiratory failure and death. He certainly didn’t want a lovely year-end dinner to turn into a crime scene.

After meticulously rubbing the flying dragon’s body with ginger powder and scallion segments, he then placed two sliced sand ginger pieces under the flying dragon’s wings, finally stuffing clean five-finger peach into its stomach. This marination step requires at least 20 minutes.

While waiting, he started making Four Delights Meatballs.

It’s not his first time making Four Delights Meatballs. Previously, the dish he made in Sichuan was well-received among the elders. The four meatballs symbolize "Happiness, Prosperity, Longevity, and Joy," making it a perfect choice for a year-end meal.

The meatballs were shaped and fried into form but not rushed into braising. Instead, he turned around to open the oven, as he already smelled the scent signaling it was time to flip.

He took out a plate with lamb leg meat. At this time, the lamb leg meat had turned a deeper red. The melted butter mixed with the roasted juices from the lamb leg, gathering in a thin layer on the tinfoil below the plate.

Wang Fan picked up a small spoon, scooped up the juices from the tinfoil, and drizzled it onto the side that had just been flipped. This simple action once again caused a wail of lament across the live-streaming audience.

"Don’t drizzle it on the lamb, drizzle it in my mouth, right now!"

"Oh my goodness, doesn’t this look insanely appetizing?"

"This must have been put in the oven before the stream started. From its color, it’s only half-cooked, but even half-finished, it looks so tempting. What shall we do when it’s entirely done?"

"I’ll first devour some stinky tofu to stack up my buff. As long as my magic resistance is high enough, no one can harm me."

"Isn’t the guy above being too harsh on himself?"

The lamb, with butter now drizzled, was pushed back into the oven under the eager watch of the live-streaming audience. Seeing the oven’s light come back on, many felt a sense of longing and loss.

Ever since firecrackers were banned, New Year’s Eve has become less entertaining. Television programs have all made way for the Spring Festival Gala, leaving those who don’t need to cook with no entertainment options.

After watching dance videos of pretty girls all year, it’s probably time to let them rest. After scrolling through short videos filled with ads all year, the boredom led these folks to suddenly notice a live-streaming channel flooded with bullet comments almost entirely covering the live stream.

Everyone loves to eat delicious food, but not everyone is willing to go places for a good bite, nor would they, like some food enthusiasts, follow food bloggers and internet celebrities.

Although Wang Fan is very famous in the foodie circle, in these days of big data, people are mostly recommended what they regularly search for. Many are still in their bubbles, unaware of him.

The high discussion level of this streaming channel caught their eye because only interesting and appealing content would gather so many comments. If not now, then when?

However, upon entering, they couldn’t help but scratch their heads.

Because all they saw was a chef who’s barely more handsome than themselves, silently preparing a year-end meal, with only the sound of a knife chopping on a cutting board heard throughout the live stream.

"I was expecting something in such a crowded live stream, yet it’s just someone cooking. Is there really so much to see?"

"I came with high hopes and left disappointed, what’s so interesting about this?"

"Oh, there’s a newcomer? I advise the newcomers to leave quickly, or you’ll find it hard to escape and might even leave something behind."

"? Who are you trying to fool? I’m no scaredy-cat. If you put it that way, I must see what’s here."

"Don’t say I didn’t warn you. You guys better leave while Boss Wang isn’t flipping out, or else you won’t even have tears to cry with later."

"My biggest flaw is my disbelief in superstitions, so since you mentioned it, I’m definitely staying to see what I might leave behind."

"Yeah, and there’s nowhere to cry. I don’t believe that superstition either."

Seeing the newcomers persist, Wang Fan’s fans shook their heads with a hint of resignation but quickly resumed their heedless giggling.

Good persuasion is wasted on those in denial. Later, when you can’t help but tear up at the corners of your mouth, don’t blame us for not warning you!

Wang Fan had just prepared a pot of red braising sauce. Four fist-sized meatballs were sitting in it, the vibrant broth seeping into them over low heat.

By now, the kitchen was filled with a rich aroma, thanks to the thorough preparations made earlier. The strong meaty fragrance carried no trace of any fishy smell.

Amidst this rich aroma, Wang Fan took out various ingredients and began slicing them in an orderly fashion. His smooth, fluent movements gradually allowed the newcomers who came expecting a spectacle to discover the taste.

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