Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 441 Various Demonstrations

Chen Nuo spoke indifferently, continuing, "This rapeseed oil has a deeper color, which I personally like using for making chili oil. When poured over the chili, it gives a rosy and appealing color."

As he spoke, Chen Nuo let Magic Artifact ignite and heated the oil in the pan. He took out some chilies from the cupboard.

Since it was a live demonstration, he was afraid of spattering the onlookers during the oil’s infusion process, so he avoided frying the spices and instead took out a pre-ground mix of Dharma XIII Spices and chilies, adding a handful of salt to it.

Once the oil was ready, he slowly poured it into the bowl, gently stirring the chilies to prevent them from being heated unevenly and getting burnt.

The oil hissed as it splashed over the chilies, the dry peppers gradually becoming saturated, and their distinctive, pungent aroma began to evaporate, causing several of the onlookers to sneeze uncontrollably.

"Achoo, achoo, what’s this? It’s so suffocating. Can chilies even be prepared this way?"

"Yeah, achoo! I’ve never seen chilies prepared like this before."

"Absolutely, it’s so spicy. Can we even eat this?"

Chen Nuo poured the remaining oil from the pan into the bowl, stirring the chili oil for a while. After the smothering fumes had subsided, the aroma of the chilies began to waft out.

The fragrance was both dominant and overpowering. The crowd had just stepped back because of the overwhelming chilies, but as the scent drifted over, they gathered around again.

"Young Master, with so many chilies, is this a dish? How do we eat it?"

"Right, it smells good, but with so many chilies, wouldn’t it make us sweat from the heat?"

"It doesn’t look like a dish to me, it looks more like a condiment," an elderly person commented.

Once this person spoke out, the rest of the crowd immediately felt it made a lot of sense.

"Indeed, with so many bright red chilies, no one uses chilies as a dish. The moment you mentioned condiment, it did seem a bit like that."

"This is chili oil," Chen Nuo said, ignoring the crowd’s commentary and starting to introduce his freshly made chili oil.

"You can eat this by itself if you really want to, but considering everyone has different tastes, I suggest it’s better used as a seasoning. For example, the pan-fried potatoes we had earlier could be eaten with this chili oil, or you could dip plain steamed buns in it for better flavor than eating them alone. Of course, you can also use this chili oil in your stir-fries."

Speaking of the pan-fried potatoes, the potato vendor suddenly realized a business opportunity.

"My potatoes are freshly cooked, though not pan-fried. But with how magical the young master describes this chili oil, I suppose dipping my boiled potatoes in it wouldn’t taste much different, right?"

Chen Nuo didn’t mind others taking advantage of his setup to do business. After all, their businesses didn’t conflict with each other, and since the man had just mentioned wanting to collaborate long-term, letting him benefit a little and taste some success wasn’t out of the question.

Although the potato vendor said this, the crowd still didn’t react; after all, they were there to take advantage of the offer themselves, so how could they let someone else benefit at their expense?

Seeing no response, the potato vendor felt a bit awkward. To save face, he said, "Young Master, how about I try it first? May I dip my potato in your chili oil?"

Chen Nuo gestured invitingly, "Of course, you may. This chili oil is made for the onlookers to try, so everyone can decide whether or not to buy my oil after tasting it."

The vendor scooped up a little chili oil with a spoon and placed it in front of his plate. He picked up a piece of potato, dipped it in the chili oil, and put it in his mouth.

As soon as the chili oil touched his tongue, its dominating and ferocious spiciness spread instantaneously within his mouth, causing the vendor’s face to flush red instantly.

He eagerly devoured the potatoes, the grainy and sticky texture of the potatoes mixed with the taste of the spicy chili oil, making the vendor consume several pieces in one go.

As he ate, he gave his assessment, "Sizzling hot, really spicy, young master, this spicy chili oil you’ve made is just too hot."

"Do you like it?" Chen Nuo asked.

The vendor nodded while eating, "Delicious, delicious, it’s really so good!"

Speaking frankly, I sell potatoes and I have to eat whatever doesn’t sell on the first day," said the vendor. "I’ve grown tired of them, but I never expected this chili oil to completely transform the potatoes into a different flavor. This combination with the potatoes is just too delicious!"

The vendor praised Chen Nuo’s chili oil while continuing to eat, finding it especially fragrant with the chili oil dip.

Probably because he enjoyed it so much, he sparked interest in the people around him, and those who had extra money readily fished out a few coins to buy some potatoes and dip a bit of chili oil from Chen Nuo’s bowl.

Those who didn’t get any looked on eagerly at the people eating, and as soon as someone finished a piece of potato, they quickly approached and asked, "How is it? Is it good?"

Unable to talk properly because the chili was so spicy, the person eating just kept nodding, mumbling unclearly, "Good, good, good."

This piqued even more interest, and people began to take out money to buy the vendor’s potatoes and try them with the chili oil.

Chen Nuo wasn’t in a hurry and just watched them eat. His chili oil was quite spicy, so even with many people eating, the amount barely decreased.

"Today, anyone who buys oil from me can take a bit of this spicy chili oil home. If you like it, you can buy more," continued Chen Nuo.

"The way to make this chili oil is really simple. All you need is chili, salt, and oil. If you have it, you can add some star anise. Even without it, the taste may be slightly worse, but it doesn’t affect the flavor much."

On hearing they could take some chili oil home, everyone’s excitement surged. They started asking Chen Nuo about the last type of oil, "Young master, what about the last kind of oil, what’s it like?"

The others who were still eating potatoes dipped in spicy chili turned their attention, eagerly nodding to show their interest in the question.

"This oil is made from sunflower seeds," said Chen Nuo, "the ones you crack and eat during your free time."

"You can make oil from those seeds, too?" someone asked in surprise, "What’s good to cook with this oil?" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Chen Nuo looked a bit helpless, "Have you forgotten what I told you earlier?"

"No, no, we remember," someone immediately said. "Isn’t it that any oil can be used to cook any dish? Isn’t that right, young master?"

"Mhm," Chen Nuo nodded, "I’ve demonstrated these to you not to limit what dishes you cook with this oil. This oil..."

Before Chen Nuo could finish, the crowd echoed, "It can be used to cook anything."

"Right, exactly," Chen Nuo chuckled again, finding himself seemingly in a situation similar to a sales pitch, amused by the feedback from selling oil.

"This sunflower seed oil, like peanut oil, is quite fragrant. It’s perfect for making pancakes and pastries," said Chen Nuo. "The price is similar to that of peanut oil, two coins for an ounce. Purchase as per your needs."

"Aren’t you going to do a demonstration with this oil?" someone asked.

"I think you don’t want a demonstration; you just want to eat, right?" Chen Nuo teased.