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

Chapter 185 - The bottom line that the Cantonese cannot touch
The heavy rain showed no sign of stopping. In the RV, you could clearly feel the power of nature through the thin iron plate. It was much more exciting than those immersive VR or movies.

While eating the soaked chicken, Wang Fan felt that he seemed to have a little understanding of Cantonese cuisine.

Although he did not get a systematic recipe, it did not affect his research on other cuisines.

Wearing slippers and vests, Cantonese people can be casual and make do in many aspects, but not in eating. Fresh food is their absolute bottom line and cannot be shaken.

These vegetables were picked from other people's vegetable gardens this morning, but if they are eaten at this time, they would probably be considered stale in the eyes of Cantonese people.

If you want to set up a stall or open a shop in Cantonese, you probably have to find a place with a vegetable patch, right?

"Put that wide noodle down for me. I just put it in and it's not even cooked yet!"

While thinking about things, Wang Fan stopped Zhuo Qianqian, the foodie, from attacking the uncooked ingredients.

Zhuo Qianqian smiled and didn't take it seriously. She turned around and started dealing with the round lettuce.

Not long after the lettuce was put into the pot, Zhuo Qianqian picked up the tender leaves as soon as they changed color a little, dipped them in the ginger and garlic paste, blew them hard, and stuffed them into her mouth.

Then she revealed an expression of bubbling beauty.

The freshly cut lettuce still exudes a fresh aroma, a light, grassy scent interwoven with vitality, which makes Zhuo Qianqian feel refreshed when she smells it.

The round lettuce still retains its crisp texture and makes a slight "crunching" sound when chewed, which increases her appetite.

Not to mention the delicious flavor of the perfect chicken soup, which adds a lot of flavor to the lettuce.

Wang Fan had already scooped a bowl of soup and drank it.

As soon as I picked up the bowl, the delicious and rich aroma of chicken soup hit my nose.

The soup is golden yellow and crystal clear, with a thin layer of oil covering the surface, giving off an attractive luster.

Wang Fan took a sip, and the delicious taste of the chicken soup instantly spread on his tongue. The rich aroma made him feel warm all over. Could this be the taste of happiness?

Every drop of soup contains the essence of chicken, which is mellow but not greasy, and has a silky and smooth taste.

There was a piece of chicken in the soup. When he put it in his mouth, the tenderness of the chicken and the fragrance of the chicken soup blended perfectly, complementing each other, making him feel a unique mellowness and satisfaction.

On the tip of the tongue, one can taste a hint of saltiness and a subtle medicinal flavor, which interweave to create a rich and layered taste.

After swallowing it in one gulp, the aftertaste of the chicken soup lingers in your mouth for a long time. The light aroma of chicken and the mellow taste make you linger in the aftertaste.

No wonder Cantonese people love to make soup so much. He thinks he can drink ten bowls of this chicken soup alone.

Zhuo Qianqian watched Wang Fan drink the soup, and followed his example by scooping a bowl for herself.

She pursed her lips and blew gently on the soup, then took a sip.

“Suck…ha…”

Her movements were somewhat rough, and Wang Fan almost burst out laughing, but her unpretentious personality was indeed quite likable.

Zhuo Qianqian closed her eyes and said intoxicatedly, "Wow, listening to the sound of heavy rain outside and eating hot pot in the warm RV, for the first time I felt that nature was so close to me. It felt like my whole life was sublimated! I finally understand why you like to travel around, boss. You really can't experience this kind of environment unless you come to the south. Where we are, there are only pastures, cattle, sheep and sand."

Wang Fan suddenly asked curiously, "Do you guys ride horses to school?"

Zhuo Qianqian looked at Wang Fan with disdain, as if she was looking at a fool: "Oh, yes, yes, not only do we ride horses to school, we also need to get a horse driver's license. The horses we can ride are different depending on the level of the license..." Well, after hearing these words, Wang Fan knew that she must be talking nonsense, probably as a counterattack against his ignorant question.

"Stop, stop, stop. I'm asking the wrong question. Eat, eat, eat. Hurry up and finish all the chicken. It will be overcooked in a short time."

Zhuo Qianqian liked to hear this, and quickly put the chicken in the pot onto a plate.

Compared to eating chicken, Wang Fan prefers to drink this soup or use it to cook vegetables.

The two of them ate for more than half an hour, and only one third of the chicken soup was left in the pot.

Wang Fan was already very full, but Zhuo Qianqian chuckled and asked, "Boss, do you have any staple food?"

"You haven't eaten enough yet?"

Wang Fan looked at the pile of chicken bones in front of her in shock.

Excluding the chicken, she also ate a lot of vegetables. Where did all that go?

"I'm only 8% full, so some noodles or something would be perfect!"

Well, I have already experienced the strength of this big eater, so there is no need to be shocked.

Wang Fan got up and went to the kitchen again, where he took out a bag of instant noodles and a plate of fried bean curd sheets.

"These two things are enough to consume all the essence of this pot of chicken soup."

"Long live the boss!"

With a cheer, Zhuo Qianqian couldn't wait to put the fried bean curd slices into the pot.

The fried bean curd sheets are golden and crispy. After entering the hot pot, they quickly absorb the essence of the chicken soup, and their state changes from crispy to soft and glutinous, and a large amount of soup is absorbed by them.

When you put it in your mouth, the rich aroma of beans and the delicious aroma of chicken soup blend together again, and the heights of your taste buds are conquered again and again.

Zhuo Qianqian already felt like her tongue was not her own, her whole body was numb from the fragrance!

At this time, the instant noodles have completely absorbed the last bit of soup in the pot, and the noodles have become fluffy. Zhuo Qianqian likes to eat harder instant noodles, and this is just right.

Wang Fan, who was thinking about something, suddenly heard a pig squeal. When he came to his senses, he saw that it was Zhuo Qianqian slurping noodles.

It looked like he was about to stick his face into the plate.

Zhuo Qianqian had no choice. To be honest, she had thought about maintaining her image as a beautiful girl, but the food produced by her boss was too much to handle. It was completely beyond her tolerance!
That simple bowl of instant noodles, after fully absorbing the essence of the last drop of chicken soup, exuded a fresh and fragrant aroma that she could not resist.

Every noodle was soaked until it was golden and shiny, as if telling her how delicious it was.

Pick up a noodle with chopsticks and take a light sip, and the rich flavor of chicken soup will suddenly bloom in your mouth.

The noodles are smooth and chewy, perfectly blending with the delicious chicken soup, and every bite brings unparalleled satisfaction.

The soup at the bottom of just one bowl was infused with the flavor of instant noodles, making it even richer. After taking a sip, the warm feeling seemed to extend from her throat to her stomach in an instant, making her so comfortable that she almost moaned.

Who can hold back from talking so much?
Whoever wants to hold it can hold it, I, Zhuo Qianqian, will eat it first as a respect!
(End of this chapter)