Gourmet: Midnight Vending

Chapter 512 - 412: New Variety: Milk Tea Jianbing (2)

Gourmet: Midnight Vending

Chapter 512 - 412: New Variety: Milk Tea Jianbing (2)

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Chapter 512: Chapter 412: New Variety: Milk Tea Jianbing (2)

The customers finally couldn’t hold back any longer!

Whether this thing is tasty or not, at least it’s a new variety they haven’t seen before.

If you don’t try it, how would you know if it’s good or not?

"Hey buddy, make one for me too, I’m just starving!"

"I want one too, the exact same as yours!"

"Hey, buddy, what’s the name of this pancake? It can’t still be called a pancake, right?"

The uncle angrily replied, "Of course it’s called a pancake, what else would it be called?"

The buddy immediately turned his head, "That’s not right, since it includes my ingredients, it should be called Brown Sugar Pearl Milk Tea Pancake!"

Seeing them about to argue again, Chen Mo struggled to swallow what he had in his mouth, "Uncle, buddy, don’t argue. From my perspective, this should be called..."

Chen Mo thought for a moment, realizing that the culinary naming conventions on this island are somewhat similar to Japanese and European methods.

In that case, why not just call it Milk Tea Pancake? It’s simple and easy to understand.

The uncle asked, "Why not call it Pancake Milk Tea?"

Chen Mo sighed silently, the uncle even wanted to debate the order of naming, "We are selling pancakes, not milk tea... Calling it Pancake Milk Tea sounds like we are selling milk tea."

The uncle thought it over and agreed, but there was still one new issue, "Buddy, if that’s the case, how should we price it?"

"Yeah, how should we price it?" The milk tea buddy also had the same question.

In a daze, Chen Mo recalled his early days setting up a stall at the bridgehead.

If we are going to make Milk Tea Pancakes now, then the ingredients needed would just be the uncle’s batter and some of the milk tea buddy’s materials.

Neither the uncle nor the buddy had the skill to make the new pancake, because even the step of grilling the batter and cheese egg requires mastering the heat, which is quite difficult. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Although Chen Mo seemed relaxed while making it, only the maker would understand: if the temperature is too high, the batter will burn before the egg is cooked; if too low, the batter will merge into a mush with the egg.

With this in mind, Chen Mo pondered and asked, "How much to make a cup of Brown Sugar Pearl Milk Tea?"

"8 Yuan."

Then he asked the uncle, "How about your pancake?"

"If it’s just pancake with toppings, it’s 5 Yuan."

Chen Mo nodded, "Then our Milk Tea Pancake will sell for 15 Yuan, 7 Yuan for the milk tea buddy, okay? 4 Yuan for you."

This was a relatively fair distribution, considering they only needed to provide the materials without any manual work.

Chen Mo, on the other hand, was providing the technique, earning 4 Yuan.

Both of them silently contemplated for a moment, and ultimately agreed simultaneously because they quickly realized one thing.

Using this method to make it wouldn’t impede their milk tea or pancake sales.

So the uncle asked, "Would you be using my electric griddle?"

Chen Mo shook his head, "I’ll just use it for a bit, once we settle these customers, I’ll push over my food cart, and we’ll set up the stall together! Let’s aim to grow strong and great, creating brilliance together!"

The milk tea buddy and pancake uncle were both a bit bemused.

So, buddy... after all this, you’re also a stall owner?

Since it was agreed, there was no more need for discussion; Chen Mo instructed the milk tea buddy to bring over more of the used materials while the pancake uncle took charge of calculating the bills.

"Whoosh~"

With one hand gripping the electric griddle’s handle, giving it a sharp spin, the griddle started rotating briskly and quickly.

Batter directly sprinkled on!

Cheese, eggs!

Various ingredients evenly laid out in sequence, and in just about three minutes, the completed pancake was cut and folded with a spatula, then packed into a brown paper bag.

The sailor suit girl happily held the piping hot pancake, "It looks quite odd; if it were cheaper, it would be nice."

This really couldn’t be cheaper.

The production cost is right there.

Chen Mo wasn’t bothered about others, he continued making more.

The sailor suit girl was holding the pancake, this was the third one she ate today.

The first two were so delicious, and this one was bought purely out of curiosity about the new pancake; her stomach was already so full she couldn’t eat anymore.

She simply split the pancake in half and gave half to her friend.

The two took big bites of the steaming Milk Tea Pancake.

At the moment of biting into the pancake, the sweetness of the brown sugar pearls exploded between their teeth, mingling with the salty, aromatic cheese in an instant burst in the mouth, along with the pancake’s crisp, chewy texture seemingly never-ending.

The sailor suit girl widened her eyes, and her twin-tails lightly swayed with her abruptly stiffened posture.

The milk cap sauce enveloped her tongue like silk, while the soaked pancake first felt soft, then crunchy.

The fresh scent of basil suddenly surged from her nostrils, forcing open a refreshing crevice in the increasingly muddled taste.

"This..."

Her expression gradually grew peculiar as this creation gave her a feeling she couldn’t quite describe.

To say it’s unpleasant, it certainly isn’t; it’s actually quite tasty.

But to call it delicious... it’s just a strange kind of deliciousness, akin to someone who has only tasted sweet milk tea suddenly trying Inner Mongolian salty milk tea.

An indescribable sensation!

She took two more vigorous bites, exhaled a long breath, "Feels like chewing on a liquid caramel pudding cookie!"

Her friend was too engrossed in eating to speak, voraciously gobbling, unconcerned as the hot milk sauce oozed from the corners of her mouth. Their previously bloated bellies felt reawakened by the bizarre deliciousness, and the two began chewing faster, as if in agreement.

The pancake uncle also got a portion, and with each chew, the pancake faith he held for forty years as a Tianjin person began to crumble.

The previously crunchy thin crisp soaked in the milk sauce became half soft, absorbent like a sponge cake imbued with all the flavors. "This is unbelievable..."

The uncle’s voice grew softer, his Adam’s apple rolled as he took another bite.

"Pearls! Oh, I see, ha, ha, I see!"

The milk tea buddy burst into excitement.

Moments ago, while eating, he felt something was off; after a few bites and careful chewing, he finally understood!

The texture of brown sugar pearls should have been chewy, but changed after high-temperature grilling. They became less chewy, a bit sticky!

As teeth penetrated the sugar coating, it stuck to the teeth while the thick syrup inside gushed out, melding with the milk cap sauce, causing the flavor to seemingly amplified quite a few levels! The pearls from milk tea couldn’t compare at all.

As the observing customers each received their Milk Tea Pancake, they gathered here, all assuming the same posture, indulging greatly.

"Really a peculiar taste and texture. I’ve never seen anything like it before. Hey buddy, will you be setting up here every day? I want to come by after work to eat one again."

"It’s indeed peculiar! Both salty and aromatic yet sweet, hey, feels like a Chinese version of Oreo!"

"When I watched online videos before, I thought it was odd for people in the mainland to soak salty dough sticks in sweet soybean milk and eat them. Turns out, they are truly the ones who know how to eat!"

Chen Mo’s spatula continued scraping the electric griddle.

As batter sizzled, he noticed a police car, lights flashing, had stopped at the corner.

"Damn!"

Even though it’s not his stall, Chen Mo instinctively flipped onto the tricycle, "Run!"

"OMG, why again?"

The milk tea buddy was also baffled, abandoning his materials onto the tricycle before rushing to push his cart away.

The pancake uncle was surprised, "You don’t have a road permit?"

The buddy anxiously pushed his cart, "Fake!"

"Damn!"

All three simultaneously prepared to escape towards the opposite end of the street.

Chen Mo pedaled the tricycle furiously, yet still glanced back.

What he saw was a shock.

This time, the police didn’t play fair, driving straight at them!

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