Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 400 - 401: Simple, Easy-to-Learn, and Unbeatable Winter Melon and Egg Soup

Chapter 400: Chapter 401: Simple, Easy-to-Learn, and Unbeatable Winter Melon and Egg Soup

Wang Fan added some white jelly powder to the green apple juice.

The cantaloupe was to be turned into a mousse cake, while the green apple would become a jelly, so the following production methods differed greatly.

After stirring evenly, it was poured into the molds that had just been prepared.

He covered them, opened the fridge, placed the molds inside, and simultaneously, took out the already-cooled melon mint juice.

Milk and cream were heated over water, egg yolks beaten with a little sugar, sifted, and mixed with flour; some melon mint juice was poured in and stirred further.

The egg whites were whipped into cream by Zhuo Qianqian, and at Wang Fan’s gesture, they were poured together and folded evenly with a spatula.

After pouring into the mold and smoothing it like plastering a wall, it was put into the oven to bake.

He took out a mold shaped like a grooved arch bridge, and as soon as the baked mousse cake cooled a bit, it was cut according to the mold’s size.

He picked up a corner piece, tasted it, and could distinctly feel the cake’s fluffiness in his mouth, rich with the fragrance of cantaloupe subtly mixed with a hint of mint. After baking at high temperature, there was also a hint of caramel-like aroma. This diluted sweetness paired with the fragrances still made Wang Fan find it very fragrant and sweet.

He handed a piece to Zhuo Qianqian, who, holding the light yellow cake, smiled with squinted eyes. Being fed always made Zhuo Qianqian happy, of course, depending on who was doing the feeding.

Next, Wang Fan’s actions could only be described as magical; the previously prepared items combined into one. In just a few minutes, an ordinary rectangular cake transformed into something splendid.

Zhuo Qianqian felt that the time it took her to squint and eat a piece of cake, the previously flat cake lying on the cutting board had turned into a long strip of cake with a mirror-like glaze.

Even though she had seen this kind of thing many times with Wang Fan over the long time they’d spent together, Zhuo Qianqian couldn’t help but exclaim, "Boss, you are really fast. I was just eating a piece of cake, how did it suddenly turn into this?"

Wang Fan was already almost numb to the word "fast," put the semi-finished long strip cake aside, and started preparing the next dish.

Winter melon egg soup is quite simple to make, not only in method but also in ingredients.

But underestimating its taste due to its simplicity would leave you utterly surprised.

He took out a section of winter melon, placed a knife at the bottom of the melon, and as he pulled and pushed it, he quickly peeled the entire melon.

Wang Fan didn’t discard the peel, instead finely slicing it with a sharp knife.

After removing the seeds, the tender white winter melon was cut into thick slices, about the thickness of two coins.

"Add some salt."

Zhuo Qianqian, ever the capable assistant, immediately added a spoonful of white salt into the plate holding the cut winter melon as soon as the words left his mouth.

The winter melon couldn’t go directly into the pot; salting it would not only enhance its flavor but also make it a bit tougher and give it a better texture when eaten.

Ginger powder, chopped green onion, three eggs, washed dried shrimp, and goji berries made up all the ingredients for this dish.

He started heating the pot with oil; the lard quickly became transparent and began to smoke. The beaten eggs went into the pot, quickly expanding in the oil.

Wang Fan used high heat throughout, lightly pushing the eggs with a spoon, while slowly but steadily rotating the pot, making the golden eggs obediently follow his rhythm, leisurely turning in the pot.

Once one side set, with a beautiful flick of the wrist, the eggs in the pot did a swift 180-degree backflip.

Wang Fan thought every guy should practice flipping the pan in their spare time so that when trying to impress a girl at home, they could say, "Not only does my cat backflip, but even the eggs can backflip." Wouldn’t that be the ultimate move?

Thinking this, he continued flipping the eggs, as a 180-degree flip was far from the extent of this egg’s potential.

The surface of the golden eggs became a bit crispy under the high heat, and only then did Wang Fan take them out of the pot.

He drained the oil and cut them into cubes, setting them aside for later use. Ginger powder went directly into the pot, using the leftover oil from frying the eggs to stir-fry the fragrance. The salted winter melon was tossed into the pot and stir-fried over high heat to quickly remove excess moisture.

Initially firm, the winter melon quickly softened under the dual effects of salt and high heat, turning into a limp state. The chopped eggs were added to the pot, followed by just-boiled water.

"Boss, does it have to be hot water? Can’t we use cold water?"

Zhuo Qianqian, turning into the curious cat, asked. Although she’s unlikely to ever need to cook in her life, learning more provides more topics of conversation, right?

Wang Fan replied, "Cold water works, but the taste won’t be as good, and more importantly, the color won’t be appealing. For the soup to appear milky white, it needs to be cooked on high heat continuously, keeping it boiling.

This continuous boiling breaks the fat into tiny oil droplets, dispersing them in the soup. In the lard, the protein meets these oil droplets and wraps them up. The originally incompatible fat then evenly distributes throughout the soup, and under the light’s refraction, a tempting milky white appears, something cold water can’t achieve."

"Wow, boss, you’re amazing."

Zhuo Qianqian turned into a little fangirl, her emotional value rising, making the corners of Wang Fan’s mouth involuntarily curve upward, a sense of pride burgeoning inside.

Back in the day, if someone like this little fangirl praised his diligent study, could his dilemma between choosing Tsinghua or Beijing University have been resolved?

Ignoring the soup in the pot, Wang Fan walked over to retrieve the cake he had made earlier, cutting it into slices, carefully removing the middle portion, and placing it upside down on a plate. He even adorned the top with a small decoration.

The outer layer of the cake was green, with a glaze-like finish reflecting the pattern on the plate. The cut surface was very smooth, giving the whole cake a clean and refreshing appearance.

Green apple jelly was scattered within the cream, and with a decorative leaf on top, the entire look resembled a sliced apple, appearing delicate and cute.

"Let’s go, Pikachu."

"Got it!"

Zhuo Qianqian replied cheerfully, carrying the plate out of the kitchen, relishing this rare opportunity to interact with her idol.

The elderly gentleman had only just finished his daily activities; given his age and illness, he appeared a bit weary, which tugged at Zhuo Qianqian’s heartstrings.

Sitting quietly in a wheelchair, with a caregiver having just tied a bib around him, Zhuo Qianqian placed the cake before him.

Perhaps drawn by the cake’s refreshing and sweet aroma, the elderly gentleman immediately picked up a spoon and began to eat.

He cut at an angle into the cake, scooping a small piece of the green cake with cream onto his spoon.