Food: Random stalls, customers chase me all over the country

Chapter 148-Uncle Zhao challenges you?
What the hell? Did I dream last night?
Master has been busy all night, so shouldn't he look haggard, with sunken eyes and listless? Why is he so energetic?

Wang Fan really looked like nothing had happened, and his skin was fair to begin with, which looked even whiter under the sunlight. He didn't look like someone who stayed up late to grill skewers at all.

On the contrary, the two of them have a very compatible temperament.

Zhuo Qianqian ate the big oily noodles that Wang Fan had just grilled, glanced at the two of them, and then said earnestly: "Brother Wei, Brother Yu, although the atmosphere is very open now, you two have to exercise restraint. If you affect the skewers, be careful that the boss will deduct your wages!"

Wang Fan smiled and said, "I was indeed a little too tired yesterday. Let's wash our faces and get ready for dinner. Today, we'll try the special grilled oil-fried noodles from our hometown."

Zhuo Qianqian gave a thumbs-up: "Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, juicy with every bite, and the more you chew, the more delicious it becomes. It's unmatched! 32 thumbs up to the boss!"

Wang Fan laughed: "No matter how good you are at praising, I won't give you a raise."

Zhuo Qianqian snorted softly: "What I said is true."

"Okay, okay, hurry up and eat. I guess we have a lot of work to do today. Eat more so you have the strength to skewer."

Even without Wang Fan telling her, Zhuo Qianqian would not eat less. Her appetite was very good. Although there was some gap compared to the brothers Li Wei and Feng Haoyu, it was not that different.

Zhuo Qianqian is just 19 years old this year and is still a freshman. She is as young as a flower and still has a little bit of baby fat on her face. She is not wearing any makeup and there are seasonings and oil from the grilled skewers hanging around her mouth. The way she eats meat with big mouthfuls of food without any pretense is very appetizing.

What's more, even Wang Fan ate two more skewers of meat than usual.

While they were enjoying their meal, two people had already taken the cable car up the mountain.

"The shop mentioned online is here at Nantianmen, right?"

"It should be. Look at the comments. There are a lot of people checking in. It seems to be the one over there."

Zhao Bufan pointed to a small shop and said, "It's also called Wang's Barbecue, so it must be him."

"Well, let's go over and take a look. I want to try how delicious the barbecue is that can be passed on to me."

The person who spoke was an old man with a smile on his face. He was not tall and was a little fat. He had gray hair and a dark face. He looked like an old man in the village.

In fact, he is just an old man in the village. He is Uncle Zhao, who is famous for his barbecue in Zibo.

Uncle Zhao didn't come here today to cause trouble, but the people who came to his restaurant to eat skewers yesterday kept saying that they didn't know which one tasted better, the one on Mount Tai. Then someone stood up and said that they had eaten the one on Mount Tai and it tasted better than this one.

Uncle Zhao was a little dissatisfied. He was the first person to do barbecue in Zibo. After so many years, his skills had become perfect. How could he lose to a newly opened business?
Adhering to the principle that one has no right to speak without investigation, Uncle Zhao took his son Zhao Bufan to Mount Tai early in the morning.

"Sniff... This doesn't smell like mutton. Did you come to the top of Mount Tai to cheat?"

Uncle Zhao sniffed and knew that the barbecue was neither lamb nor beef. Although it smelled good, it was wrong and it was even worse than trying to fool people. Uncle Zhao suddenly looked down on Wang Fan, a colleague he had never met before.

"Let's go over and have a look."

After Uncle Zhao finished speaking, he took the lead and walked towards Wang’s BBQ.

Li Wei was eating skewers while looking outside, and he saw Uncle Zhao coming towards him aggressively. He had eaten at Lao Zhao BBQ several times and actually knew Uncle Zhao.

"?"

A big question mark appeared above Li Wei's head. What is Uncle Zhao doing here?

When colleagues meet, won’t they become enemies?
Thinking of this, Li Wei's eyes suddenly widened.

Want a kebab showdown?
The bravest of the two will win? If you lose, just jump from here?

"Master, you come with bad intentions!"

Li Wei quickly spoke to Wang Fan, then pointed at Uncle Zhao who was walking towards him: "This is Uncle Zhao from Zibo. His barbecued skewers are very famous in the local area."

Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian turned their heads at the same time, and Feng Haoyu also stretched his neck to look outside.

Uncle Zhao walked closer and saw that Wang Fan and the others were eating barbecue, and his unhappiness dissipated a little.

If you dare to eat what you bake yourself, it at least means that it is not too bad.

Wang Fan clapped his hands, stood up and said, "Hello, what can I do for you?"

Uncle Zhao pointed at Wang Fan's oven and said, "I also run a kebab stall. Yesterday, I heard customers say that my kebabs weren't as delicious as yours, so I wanted to come over and try what you make."

Uncle Zhao speaks very directly, without any beating around the bush.

Wang Fan said with a smile, "Well... which one tastes better is a very subjective thing. Some people may think that what I cook is not tasty."

Uncle Zhao thought about it and it seemed to make sense. Could he have been too careless?

"What's this thing you baked called?"

Wang Fan said, "This is called grilled oil edge, a special barbecue dish from our Northeast."

When Uncle Zhao heard this, he knew he had misunderstood. His face flushed and he scratched his head in embarrassment before laughing: "I smelled the smell just now and thought you were using some other meat to pass it off as mutton. I'm so sorry."

Although the old man in front of him seemed to be looking for trouble, Wang Fan had a good impression of Uncle Zhao, who was a straightforward person.

"It's okay. This is something I prepared today. Can I grill two skewers for you to try?"

Uncle Zhao said happily when he heard it: "Okay, I didn't eat breakfast this morning."

Wang Fan took five skewers of grilled pork and put them directly on the grill to roast.

After a night of practice, his proficiency level increased dramatically, and every movement was full of ease. Well, to put it simply, he felt relaxed and casual.

Uncle Zhao knew at a glance that this was a skill that had been honed over and over again, and a mentality that everything was under control. If he put a bottle of beer on the side, and drank beer while grilling meat, it would be no different from what he did.

There's something on my hand!
He had never eaten or grilled oil-roasted meat before, so he couldn't tell whether it was technically correct, but he could smell the distinct aroma of the meat and the flavor of the seasoning, which meant that the meat was fresh and not a dishonest stall.

The fried pork skewers take longer to roast than the lamb skewers. After roasting, Wang Fan put all five skewers of meat on a tray and handed it to Uncle Zhao.

After taking it, Uncle Zhao didn't rush to eat it, but started to observe it.

Unlike the burnt brown color of lamb skewers, the edges of the grilled oil are dark red with a faint smell of soy sauce. The shiny grilled oil is stained with seasonings, and you can tell from the looks of it that it must be extremely burnt and fragrant.

"Click..."

When Uncle Zhao took a bite, he could clearly feel a layer of crispy skin. The skin was roasted to be very crispy and it crumbled in his mouth with a light bite.

Good taste!
After just one bite, Uncle Zhao gave a thumbs up in his heart.

(End of this chapter)