Chapter 556: Chapter 432: Forced to Set Up a Stall!
That wasn’t anything else; that was the scallion oil sauce Chen Mo had painstakingly simmered.
Of course, it wasn’t the original scallion oil, but the thick gravy obtained after it had been fused with sea cucumber, then reduced over high heat, followed by a slow simmer over low heat and finally thickened with starch!
When the scallion oil sauce was brushed over the surface, the fragrance hidden within was triggered under the high heat. Almost instantly, at the very same moment, Chen Dingjun and Xiaoxia’s eyes widened.
"Scallion oil? Was that scallion oil just now?" Chen Dingjun drew in a deep breath of the aroma mixed with exhaust fumes, his voice filled with disbelief.
Because the instant he smelled that scallion fragrance, a dish suddenly popped into his head—braised sea cucumber with scallions!
The reason shock filled Chen Dingjun’s eyes was entirely because, rack his brains as he might, he could never have imagined that someone in this world would fuse these two kinds of delicacies together, just like how he’d felt this afternoon watching the Nine-Turned Fish Roe Sausage in the livestream.
Nine-Turned Pork Intestines can be done like that?
Right now, what was in Chen Dingjun’s mind was: braised sea cucumber with scallions can be played like this?
No, this was no longer braised sea cucumber with scallions; judging from its appearance, this dish basically had nothing to do with that anymore.
But if you said this was oyster omelet, the people who loved this snack would be dumbfounded, because it had discarded the traditional Taiwan sweet chili sauce and instead used this scallion oil sauce that was rarely seen even in Taiwan.
From any angle, this was an innovative snack that no normal person would ever think of!
As for their obvious shock, Chen Mo was not surprised in the least.
Being shocked was right—if they weren’t, wouldn’t all his hard work creating this fusion snack have been for nothing?
"Yeah, it’s scallion oil." Chen Mo even added specially, "It’s my first time trying this too, I don’t know how it tastes yet."
With that, Chen Mo directly used Black Blade to cut the scooped-out mutant oyster omelet into several pieces, then casually picked up one piece with his chopsticks, popped it into his mouth, and slowly savored it.
The moment the tip of his tongue touched that layer of scallion oil sauce on the surface, his pupils unconsciously widened a fraction. The gelatinous sea cucumber had formed a crisp shell under the high-heat sear; the instant it cracked under his bite, juices mixed with the briny sweetness of the oysters exploded in his mouth, forming a triple concerto with the mellow fragrance of scallion oil.
"This texture..." He lowered his head to look at the pancake in the plate, golden and glossy, its surface dotted with crown daisy as green as jade. What had been just a spur-of-the-moment experiment, he hadn’t expected the springy chew of sea cucumber and the soft tenderness of oyster to create such a marvelous layering of textures.
A dull "thud" suddenly sounded from outside the food truck.
Because he’d been watching too intently, Chen Dingjun lost his balance and fell off the trash can. He couldn’t be bothered to pat the dust off his pants; clinging to the food truck window, he called anxiously, "Boss Xiao Chen! That scallion oil sauce..."
He was still hung up on that thing.
After all, with that color, it was hard to connect it to actual scallion oil sauce.
"It’s the reduced sauce from braised sea cucumber with scallions." Chen Mo lightly tapped the sauce with his spatula; the golden thread drawn out glimmered under the light. "I simmered it in stock for a full forty minutes, then finished it with a light starch slurry."
Xiaoxia suddenly twitched her nose. "Brother Fatty..." Her voice trembled. "Is this still oyster omelet?"
Chen Dingjun didn’t answer.
As the head chef of Yuan Shan Restaurant, he was currently going through the strongest professional cognitive shock of his career. The sweet potato starch aroma, the oyster’s briny sweetness, the toasty fragrance of egg—everything a traditional oyster omelet should have was there, yet once all these elements were coated in scallion oil sauce, what exactly it was anymore was really hard to say.
"You used the Jiaodong-style ’qing’ technique here?" He suddenly pointed at the slightly curled crisp edge of the pancake.
That was precisely the firework signature unique to Lu Cuisine, a texture that usually only formed when you used sustained low heat to slowly force out the food’s intrinsic flavor.
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow; he hadn’t expected this seemingly comical fatty to actually be an expert.
He was just about to speak when a burst of noisy voices echoed through the empty parking lot. This kind of noise was completely different from the usual sound of cars in a parking lot.
He stuck his head out and glanced around on both sides. "What’s that?"
He saw scattered figures in the distance running toward them. The girl at the front was holding up her phone’s flashlight, glancing around from time to time as if searching for something.
The others had the same expression, but in a certain instant, they seemed to have found what they were looking for and all darted toward him, just like... zombies spotting a living human!
What the hell?
It looked like this group was charging straight for him?
The crowd surged in from all directions, looking rather menacing. Chen Mo’s mind spun rapidly as he confirmed that he hadn’t offended any forces in Taiwan.
So what on earth was going on?
As for Chen Dingjun, when he saw his main force had arrived, he grinned.
"Boss Chen, these are all your die-hard fans. Please, just make something for everyone to eat. I think this oyster... sea cucumber thing is pretty good."
Damn!
Chen Mo still couldn’t figure out what exactly had happened, because this was just too bizarre.
In the blink of an eye, the crowd had already run up to the front of the truck, and the food truck was instantly surrounded.
"Smells amazing!"
"Haha, sure enough you’re cooking something tasty again. I smelled it as soon as I entered the parking lot. Boss Xiao Chen, what is this?"
"Hurry up and give me a serving of cart noodles! I’ve chased you for two streets today and still haven’t eaten any. Finally found you."
Chen Mo was a bit dumbfounded. He stared blankly at the Chen Dingjun at the very front. "What’s going on?"
Chen Dingjun let out two awkward laughs, not quite sure how to explain.
He couldn’t exactly say he’d formed a Pursuer Alliance that specifically came out at midnight to snipe Chen Mo, right?
