Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 398 - 399: Are You Making Sea Cucumber Fried Rice with Me?!
Wang Fan’s portion control might not be extremely precise, but by his own standards, he kept the lamb stew with radishes to about 40%, with the remaining 20% filled by Watermelon Juice and tofu, enough to fill up the elderly.
The delicious food he carefully prepared was clearly favored by the elderly.
Lamb chops, radishes, even the soup was leisurely sipped away by the elderly, bit by bit.
The Great Border Tofu became the best accompaniment to the soup.
Though called Great Border Tofu, it was Wang Fan’s own creation. After all, the soybeans were from the Great Border, the goat milk was from the Great Border, the brine was from the Great Border, so calling this tofu Great Border Tofu shouldn’t be an issue, right?
The goat milk was already rich, combined with the aroma of soybeans, along with its sweet and sour flavor, a slightly crispy outer layer, a soft and tender tofu center, combined with the savory and rich lamb soup — truly irresistible.
Watching the elderly enjoy the feast, everyone in the room felt joyful, yet couldn’t help but draw a big question mark in their minds.
Just how delicious was this meal to make the elderly so happy?
Just pure curiosity, definitely not a strong urge to taste it.
Slurp!
...
"Yeah, I’ve handed out all the gifts, and I’ve used your advice. The results should be pretty good." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
"Mmhm, I know, don’t worry. I know what I’m doing."
"Oh, by the way, Uncle Second, I cooked for Grandma Wu today, haha, the one who grows melons."
Hearing Wang Fan’s proud words, Uncle Second on the phone was dumbfounded: "What, what?? That one who grows melons in the Great Border?!"
In his excitement, Uncle Second’s voice even cracked a little.
"That’s right, it’s her. She loves the food I cook."
Everyone, after completing something they believe to be particularly impressive, loves to show off a bit, to let others share in their joy, especially those close to them, from whom they hope for recognition.
"Wow, you’re something! This is definitely bringing honor to the family, hahaha!"
Uncle Second’s excited voice came through the phone, surpassing even Wang Fan’s enthusiasm by threefold.
"You must take good care of her; she’s worked her whole life and deserves some comfort now!"
"By the way, what kind of meals have you prepared for her? Can you let her try some of our Northeast specialties?"
"Huh? Northeast cuisine?"
Wang Fan scratched his head a bit. He was invited to cook Great Border specialties; would it be inappropriate to switch to Northeast cuisine?
But then again, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became.
After all, he is a Northeasterner, and as the chef, slipping in some Northeast flavors for the elderly doesn’t seem to be an issue, right?
"Alright, I’ll think of something, ensure she’ll taste our Northeast cuisine."
"Good kid, hahaha, Uncle Second didn’t spoil you for nothing! I’ll transfer 100,000 to you later, buy whatever you want."
"Uncle Second, are you this generous?"
Wang Fan was genuinely surprised at Uncle Second’s offer of 100,000. After all, his current bank balance was just over 100,000, and that was recently earned.
"Your fame is rising, and as your home base, our braised meat business is naturally booming. People come from miles away to eat. The fire hasn’t stopped all day, and I can earn almost 10,000 a day, pure profit!"
Uncle Second said "pure profit" slowly, letting anyone hear his pride.
"Keep it for yourself, I don’t need money."
"What nonsense, do I need your permission to give you money?"
The domineering Uncle Second hung up, and Wang Fan could only shake his head helplessly. Next, his phone pinged with a notification, showing Uncle Second’s swift action.
Laughing, Wang Fan didn’t pick up his phone but pondered how to cleverly integrate Northeast specialties into the elderly’s dinner.
In fact, there are many Northeast dishes suitable for the elderly. After all, Northeast cuisine is mainly stewed, making the ingredients very tender, which is definitely suitable for seniors.
But honestly, plating those stews is a real challenge. The previous meal was of banquet level, switching to Northeast dishes that can’t even be served at the table would really hurt the Northeast’s reputation.
"Why wasn’t I born a few decades earlier?!"
Wang Fan couldn’t help but curse under his breath.
If he had been born a few decades earlier, serving bear paw and flying dragon would make anyone dare say it’s not a high-class dish?
But after reviewing banquet dishes in his mind, it seems no Northeast dish made the cut.
As a side dish?
No way, can’t disgrace like that!
Why not try with ingredients?
Hmm? With this thought, Wang Fan’s eyes lit up, seeming to have found a suitable dish.
Having decided on the dish, Wang Fan quickly went to the supervisor to obtain the ingredients, then buried himself in the kitchen.
Having eaten lunch, it soon would be time for dinner. After all, as a chef, Wang Fan only cared about meal-related matters. Once he decided what to cook, time flew by.
Bai Zongchen, for some unknown reason, came over, and after greeting Wang Fan, curiously asked: "Mr. Wang, what Great Border specialties are you preparing for tonight?"
Wang Fan looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle and quietly said, "..."
"???"
Bai Zongchen looked at Wang Fan, full of question marks: "Did you just speak?"
Wang Fan nodded and repeated softly once more.
Bai Zongchen said helplessly, "As you say, I’m getting old, and my hearing is quite poor. Can you clarify?"
Though he said this, there was a hint of alertness in his eyes towards Wang Fan.
Things that are abnormal must have a quirk. Mr. Wang suddenly speaking so quietly, there must be some mischief involved.
He already sensed a whiff of conspiracy.
Of course, he wouldn’t suspect Wang Fan intended any harm to the elderly, but judging by this behavior, there was certainly something sly at play he wasn’t aware of.
Seeing he couldn’t evade, Wang Fan raised his voice a bit: "Great Border Specialty — Ji Cabbage Braised Liao Ginseng Rice Bowl."
"???"
Bai Zongchen looked at Wang Fan in astonishment: "I didn’t catch that. Would you repeat, and perhaps listen to yourself?"
"Great Border Specialty — Ji Cabbage Braised Liao Ginseng Rice Bowl."
Wang Fan honestly repeated the dish name, while Zhuo Qianqian buried her head in her arms, lying on the table, shaking with laughter.
As for Bai Zongchen, his expression resembled someone constipated for a month: "Mr. Wang, I personally feel aside from the first two words, there’s nothing in this dish related to our Great Border."
Even the last two characters don’t match! Damn it!
In Great Border, we call it pilaf!
Wang Fan was a bit embarrassed: "Well... the Great Border is so vast; it’s normal to have some specialties you haven’t heard of, right?"
Bai Zongchen said word by word: "Then, Mr. Wang, would you care to tell us which part of the Great Border produces sea cucumbers?"
