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

Chapter 150-When you compare yourself to others, you will die. You have to adapt to local customs.
Is there any more royal method? !

Is there anyone who is reasonable here?!

Someone please help me catch this monster!

Uncle Zhao felt his temples throbbing, and it looked like he was about to bleed.

This guy is so fucking depressing!

"I know my skewers have a lot of shortcomings, so I'd like to ask Uncle Zhao for some pointers."

Wang Fan asked for advice very seriously and humbly.

I'll teach you, my uncle! I'm not that qualified to teach you!
Get out of my sight now, immediately, right now, I don't want to see you again!
Hmm? This seems to be someone else's territory?
Then let me go!
Uncle Zhao didn't waste any words. He turned around and walked towards the cable car, too lazy to say another word to the boy in front of him who was attacking him.

But Wang Fan refused to do it, and said in the middle of his words, "I've taken off my pants, you can't just wipe it, right?"

"Uncle, Uncle Zhao, please don't leave. Didn't you just say there was a problem? Could you please tell me how to improve it?"

Wang Fan chased out while yelling and grabbed Uncle Zhao's hand.

Uncle Zhao was grabbed by the arm and pushed forward, saying angrily, "Get out of the way! I'm not as good as you, what's the use of giving you any advice?"

"Just now you said I had a question. How can you change your mind just like that?"

"Let go! I'll scream if you don't let go!"

"I won't let go. Don't even think about leaving until you finish what you just said!"

Uncle Zhao said angrily, "I was just trying to save face. Your skewers are already perfect. There's nothing much to say."

Wang Fan didn't believe it: "Hurry up and tell me, there must be something behind what you said just now. It's definitely not a face-saving move. I can tell."

While the two were arguing with each other, Zhuo Qianqian, Li Wei, Feng Haoyu and Zhao Bufan became spectators.

Zhao Bufan was eating the leftover meat skewers from his father with his mouth full of oil.

Zhuo Qianqian asked doubtfully, "Boss, have you really only been researching skewers for a few days?"

Li Wei and Feng Haoyu glanced at each other uncertainly and said, "Maybe? At the end of the year, he was still selling buns in the capital. Later, he went to Harbin to sell braised meat, and then came to Mount Tai. Maybe it's really just these few days."

hiss……

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but gasp, thinking that his boss was a bit perverted.

No, it's very perverted. Didn't you see that Uncle Zhao was even chased away?
But when you think about it, the boss was sleepwalking in the middle of the night grilling skewers, so it seems understandable, right?
Zhuo Qianqian asked curiously again: "Then is there any problem with you eating the boss's skewers?"

Li Wei and Feng Haoyu shook their heads like rattles: "Invincible, the legend of absolute invincibility, there is no way it can be broken."

As he spoke, he sang a line of lyrics.

Zhuo Qianqian then asked Zhao Bufan, who was happily eating skewers beside him, "Uncle, do you think there's something wrong with the taste of these skewers?"

Zhao Bufan shook his head vigorously: "How shameless must one be to say there's something wrong with the taste of these skewers?"

amount……

Zhuo Qianqian, Li Wei and Feng Haoyu looked at Zhao Bufan in shock.

Uncle, if we remember correctly, it was your father who said there was a problem just now.

amount……

Zhao Bufan also reacted and smiled awkwardly: "Um, I'll go see them, you guys are busy, you guys are busy..."

At this time, Wang Fan was still holding onto Uncle Zhao. Uncle Zhao said angrily, "I'm telling you, if you don't let go, I'll be lying on the ground. I'll blackmail you so hard that you'll have to sell your pants!"

Wang Fan still refused to let go: "Tell me what's the problem, and I'll let you go." Uncle Zhao was also helpless with Wang Fan and said angrily: "Let go, let go, I tell you!"

"Really?"

Seeing Wang Fan's disbelieving look, Uncle Zhao said angrily, "Let go, let go. I'm really scared of you. Who could have trained a perverted apprentice like you?"

Wang Fan thought for a moment and said, "This should be considered self-taught, right? I don't have a master to teach me."

Blanch!
Do you believe I'm going to jump from here right now?!
Damn it, who said your uncle will always be your uncle? Compared to a idiot like you, I have lived in vain for decades!

Uncle Zhao became even angrier and turned around to leave again.

"Hey, hey, hey, how can you go back on your word? Just tell me!"

Wang Fan was not being pretentious, but was actually asking questions.

Although he occasionally thought of himself as a congenital chef's holy body, there was not only one kind of holy body in the world, and he never dared to think that he was the best in the world.

"Actually, your problem might not even be a problem. The problem is—salt!"

Uncle Zhao was so stubborn that he could only angrily tell about the problems he had with his food.

When Wang Fan heard it was about salt, he was a little confused. His salt was fine and he had never heard any customer say it was too salty.

"Are you confused? Do you think you've got the saltiness of your kebabs just right?"

Wang Fan nodded: "I think the salt content is just right. If you put too little, it will be bland, and if you put too much, it will be too salty."

"You are quite confident."

Uncle Zhao muttered and continued, "Do you know where you are now?"

"In Mount Tai, in eastern Shandong."

"Yes, you know you're in eastern Shandong, but don't you know that we in eastern Shandong are used to eating with a lot of oil and salt? You did put a lot of salt, but when you combined it with our local food culture, the taste was a little lighter."

Uncle Zhao took a breath and continued, "When the saltiness fades a bit, the meat will become more greasy. But your barbecue is so well seasoned, and the aroma covers up this flaw, which isn't really a flaw. That's why I say this might not be a problem."

Ding.

It wasn’t a system upgrade, but Wang Fan felt as if this voice really appeared in his mind.

It was a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

He fell into deep thought, muttering to himself, "Ludong... This is Ludong, so we need to focus on salt and oil..."

Suddenly, he looked up, looked at Uncle Zhao with excitement and said, "I understand. This is called "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." We should integrate local eating habits and make adjustments to the taste to suit the local people's eating habits!"

Uncle Zhao nodded and concluded, "It's like, 'It's better to like it than to taste it good.' If the flavors you make suit his taste, then regardless of whether the barbecue is delicious or not, it's already won half the points with him. Isn't that the truth?"

Wang Fan's excited expression still hadn't dissipated. Today's lesson made him feel as if he had suddenly seen something new.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. When it comes to food culture, it’s better to love what you eat than to taste it good.

It was like a layer of invisible and intangible fog that was instantly melted away by the sunlight.

"Uncle Zhao, you are amazing. Thank you so much!"

Wang Fan thanked him solemnly.

Uncle Zhao was furious: "I'm not that great! You little brat, after only three or four days of learning the craft, can still beat me. I might as well find a scallion and kill myself! Stop pulling me, I'm leaving!"

After saying that, he walked towards the cable car without looking back. Zhao Bufan said hello to Wang Fan and hurriedly followed him.

(End of this chapter)