Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 262 - 263: How Can a Man Max Out His Cooking Talent?!
"This old Ai, he ate good food three times in a row without telling me. I can’t go on like this. I’ll divorce him tomorrow."
Teacher Fu didn’t respond to Zhuo Qianqian’s words; instead, she grumbled somewhat angrily.
"Huh?"
Zhuo Qianqian widened her eyes, wondering how the storyline could deviate so much from her expectations.
"Teacher Fu, don’t be like that! Teacher Ai is so busy that he just forgot. Don’t be impulsive!"
Professor Fu suddenly laughed out loud: "I’m just teasing you, why are you so tense?"
After saying that, her expression turned very serious, and she looked at Zhuo Qianqian earnestly and asked: "Are you so sure? You know Ai’s temperament too; without something particularly important, it’s hard to pull him away from his work. To conclude that he has a stomach problem just because he couldn’t eat the sixth bun seems a bit too trivial."
Zhuo Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief. When it comes to serious matters, she had nothing to fear: "Teacher Fu, let me explain. I believe that Teacher Ai has health issues for three main reasons. First, he used to eat the snacks I gave him right away, but since my last visit to campus, he put them in his pocket instead of eating them directly. Second, I was away for two weeks, and I noticed that Teacher Ai has lost some weight. And the most important point is..."
"I trust my boss’s judgment and expertise. No one can resist the food he makes, and I think even a 1% possibility is worth having him checked. Once a stomach issue flares up, it’s practically in the late stage."
Zhuo Qianqian knew that both Teacher Ai and Teacher Fu were the type of people who were so dedicated to their work that they would neglect meals and rest. If you don’t put the problem in serious terms, they truly treat serious injuries as minor ones and won’t leave their posts for minor injuries.
Professor Fu frowned and started recalling Professor Ai’s appearance.
Even though they were a couple, they often didn’t see each other due to work. Recalling the last two meetings, it seemed he had indeed gotten much thinner.
"Alright, I understand. I will take him for a check-up as soon as possible. No matter the result, I thank you on behalf of both me and Old Ai."
Zhuo Qianqian saw that Teacher Fu had listened and finally felt at ease, her mood instantly improving: "No need to thank me, I’m here to serve the people!"
Teacher Fu shook her head with a smile: "You little girl, go back and study well. If your grades aren’t good, I’ll still fail you."
...
Yang Wei really liked Zhuo Qianqian.
The moment he saw Zhuo Qianqian for the first time, he had already thought of names for his three children.
After a month of futile pursuit, he decided to hold his ground for now, gather information about the junior’s likes, and act accordingly. Later, he heard that even the "campus grass" senior from the junior year had pursued her unsuccessfully, which made him quite relieved.
Just when he was ready to make a move again, rumors spread that Zhuo Qianqian was already taken!
"Not only does she have a boyfriend, but her boyfriend is the one selling buns in the science cafeteria?"
Yang Wei still found this whole thing unbelievable, even as he stood in front of Wang Fan.
What right does he have?!
"Hello, what would you like?"
Wang Fan saw the student in front of him not responding for a while, so he took the initiative to ask.
Yang Wei still didn’t say anything, instead sizing up Wang Fan.
His height must be about 1.9 meters? I’m 175, so he’s just a little taller than me.
He wore a mask and big, black-framed glasses, obscuring his features, but he appeared relatively young.
His body looked well-proportioned, but with just these features, how did he manage to captivate the junior?
He’s just a bun seller; how can he make the junior happy?
Miserable guy, you’re utterly miserable! 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
"Hey, classmate? If you haven’t decided yet, could you step aside to think? There are students queuing behind you."
Wang Fan had to speak up; if this buddy blocked the line any longer, he wouldn’t complete his morning task.
Yang Wei’s lips curled into a slight smile. He’s getting anxious, getting anxious. How can someone with this resolve achieve anything great?
"I’ll have five pork pan-fried buns, five beef pan-fried buns, and a cup of soy milk."
Wang Fan reminded: "Five pork pan-fried buns are 10 yuan, five beef pan-fried buns are 20 yuan, and the soy milk is 3 yuan."
Yang Wei nonchalantly said: "No worries, just pack them up."
As if thirty yuan was a big deal; he earned 200 just tutoring for an hour. Why care about these thirty yuan?
Wait till I taste your buns to see if they’re indeed that good. If they’re bad, I’ll loudly tell you how deep my love is... Ugh, why did I think of lyrics?
I will loudly tell the classmates that your buns are not good at all!
Wang Fan had no idea that the classmate before him had such rich inner thoughts, nor that he was a potential romantic rival.
"Yang Wei, hurry up and go somewhere else to eat after buying your buns. Don’t you see so many people still queuing?"
Shen Cong showed no leniency to this campus heartthrob. Even good looks wouldn’t earn him more buns.
Yang Wei picked up his buns and walked to the side, finding a less crowded table to sit down at.
Looking at the half-white, half-golden pan-fried buns in front of him, even with a biased lens, he had to admit they had great presentation.
But I’m not easily fooled; it’s the flavor that counts in buns. Just looking good won’t earn my praise!
Yang Wei picked up a bun and took a big bite. Others’ advice about biting it open first to drink the soup before eating didn’t matter—why make so many steps just for a bun?
"Sizzle..."
The consequence of ignoring advice can be severe. As Yang Wei took a bite, he was horrified to find a sturdy spurt of meat juice gushing from the bun, landing directly on his clothes.
With no time to feel sorry for his clothes, the rich beef aroma rushed through his sensory nerves into his brain.
Yang Wei’s eyes widened uncontrollably, as if witnessing a sunset, western winds, and a strong bull.
How can this taste be so delicious?!
It felt as though a mighty, powerful bull with bloodshot eyes was charging at his taste buds.
Unknown to him, Wang Fan, when preparing the meat filling, meticulously crafted the seasoning. Using his sense of smell and knowledge of spices, he mixed the seasoning so that everything added served one purpose: to enhance the natural savory flavor of the ingredients.
With one bite, it was evident he was eating beef. The rich, mellow beef flavor quickly spread in his mouth, the juicy, savory meat filling tender yet with a slight chewiness, making it unbelievably addictive.
As he chewed further, the bun skin continued absorbing the meat juices, the sweetness of the starch surprisingly enhancing the savory beef flavor.
Yang Wei cried. He simply couldn’t, with a clear conscience, say the bun wasn’t good; coupled with Zhuo Qianqian being a natural snack lover, it seemed he had no chance at all?
How can a man max out his culinary talents like this?!
