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

Chapter 196-Qingdao Crispy Chicken, Delicious, Don’t Ask

When everyone was waiting anxiously, Zhuo Qianqian suddenly pushed the door open and walked out.

"Oh, you guys are here so early."

Zhuo Qianqian greeted the diners with a smile.

"Sister, how long will it take before we can have dinner?"

The first thing everyone asked when they saw Zhuo Qianqian was what time dinner would be served.

Zhuo Qianqian said, "We'll have to wait a little longer. It will probably be around 10 minutes. Big brother, please move aside while I change the sign."

After the big brother made way, Zhuo Qianqian changed the content on the small blackboard.

"Today's special: Crispy chicken 98 yuan/piece. Celery and peanuts 10 yuan/plate."

Everyone was immediately happy when they saw the price. There must be a psychological difference between eating a chicken for 300 yuan and eating a chicken for 100 yuan.

And there is also an extra small cold dish for 10 yuan!

"Now that we have all the food and drinks ready, wouldn't it be a shame if there is no wine?"

"Hold my seat, I'm going to buy some wine."

"This boss is also not in the wine business."

Some people were about to leave when Zhuo Qianqian called out, "Brothers, please wait a moment. Our boss said that you can buy wine, but you have to drink it in moderation. It's better to drink well and don't get drunk. If someone gets drunk or sick, he won't accept them anymore. Besides, your health is your own, and it would be uncomfortable if you get drunk, right?"

When the older brothers heard this, they laughed and said, "Okay, then we'll just come in smaller numbers."

Listening to Zhuo Qianqian's words, they felt as if their own daughter or younger sister was stopping them from drinking. It was a heartwarming feeling, and they actually controlled the amount of wine they bought.

Wang Fan had no choice but to do this. Although Yunnan is not a province that drinks a lot, and I haven't heard that people here can drink a lot, but if they get drunk, they can really drink themselves to death.

He didn't want something like this to happen in his store.

I was having a good meal, but I was so exhausted that I couldn't catch my breath to add something to the King of Hell's achievement. Although I had thanked the King of Hell at the beginning, I couldn't express my gratitude by adding something to his achievement.

After steaming for thirty minutes, Wang Fan's nose told him that the chicken had fully met the requirements for being cooked. He opened the steamer, took out the steamed chicken, and put it back on the tray to cool.

Taking advantage of this time, Wang Fan started to prepare the batter.

Add corn starch, water and a little bit of dark soy sauce, and start stirring. After stirring, lift your hand and the batter will fall back into the bowl as smoothly as silk.

The chicken was a little cooler at this time, so I took one and evenly coated it with batter.

Wang Fan's hands, filled with batter, gently slid across every inch of the chicken's skin, even the armpits, ensuring that every inch of skin was covered with batter.

This is the only way to preserve the freshness of the chicken to the greatest extent during frying and prevent it from becoming tough.

Wang Fan has always been meticulous in his cooking, never missing out on any detail.

Take out a toothpick and poke the corns on both sides to prevent them from exploding during frying.

If something suddenly explodes in the frying pan and the boiling hot oil splashes out, it's no joke.

"Okay, you can open the door."

After finishing one, Wang Fan shouted to Zhuo Qianqian at the door.

The diners at the door were so excited when they heard the voice that they rushed in without even needing Zhuo Qianqian to invite them.

Zhuo Qianqian was the last one to come in. Wang Fan pointed to a bowl in the corner and said, "We have limited staff in this shop. If you want crispy chicken, please come here and get a number. When your number is called, you will have to come and pick up your meal. In the bowl over there is the stir-fried celery and peanuts. If you want to eat it, please help yourself. It's ten yuan a plate."

A total of 18 guests came in. After a few minutes, those who came to buy wine came back, and more than 20 people sat down as soon as the door opened.

Fortunately, for the sake of liveliness, four or five people gathered at one table, otherwise the table would have been full.

Zhuo Qianqian washed her hands and came over to help Wang Fan. The job of making paste was no problem for her at all.

The five pots were placed on the stove again, and oil was already burning in each pot. These chickens could not be exactly the same, so their most delicious time must be early and late. Having one chicken in one pot made it easier for Wang Fan to judge which one was fully cooked.

When the oil was 60% hot, Wang Fan picked up a chicken and gently slid it into the pan. There was a "sizzling" sound, oil splashed everywhere, and a rich aroma of food was smelled.

The oil kept boiling in the pan, the batter on the surface of the chicken began to turn golden, and the tempting aroma filled the entire store.

Wang Fan stared intently at the chicken in the pot, and from time to time he scooped up a spoonful of hot oil with a spoon and poured it on the parts that were not cooked enough to ensure that it was heated evenly and fried until it was transparent. Every time he turned it over, it would bring out more aroma, making people salivate.

"Sniff...it smells so good. It's much more delicious than the chicken from those fried chicken shops."

"You get what you pay for. Boss Wang always offers excellent value for money."

"The aroma is really amazing. I can already imagine how crispy and delicious this chicken will be."

When the guests smelled the aroma of fried chicken, their expectations rose again.

After frying for two minutes, Wang Fan used tongs to hold the chicken body and turned it over, and then repeated the action of pouring oil on it.

At this time, Zhuo Qianqian had already coated the second chicken with batter. Wang Fan took it and put it into the second pot.

The chicken in the first pot has changed from its original golden color to a slightly reddish color, looking more tempting.

He scooped up the chicken with a colander, poured the last spoonful of hot oil on it, and after draining the oil, he placed the crispy chicken on the chopping board.

All the diners' attention was attracted by the chicken and they couldn't take their eyes off it.

Wang Fan picked up the kitchen knife and gently slid it across the crispy chicken. The pleasant friction sound almost made the diners have a collective orgasm.

"Fuck, Boss Wang, please stop using your magic! We know this crispy chicken is going to be really crispy!"

"Your voice is so foul!"

"I'm so drunk! I'm so drunk! The sound just now keeps replaying in my head. What should I do?"

"Fuck... not to mention the chicken, I think I could show off 10 kilograms of this crispy skin!"

Wang Fan's mouth curled up into a naughty smile, and he scratched the chicken again.

"Brother! Boss! Stop messing around, okay? Hurry up and make the next move. If you keep doing this, I'll pounce on you and bite you!"

"That's right, let's get straight to the point, our taste buds are starving!"

Wang Fan didn't act naughty this time. He picked up a kitchen knife and cut the chicken wings and legs to separate them from the chicken body, and then put them back on the plate.

After placing two leaves on the plate, a small dish of pepper salt was placed on the plate as a dipping sauce.

"Guest No. 1, please come and pick up your meal."

After saying that, he turned around and continued to fry the second chicken.

Zhang Bo licked his lips, suppressed his inner excitement, and ran to the bar. He carefully picked up his crispy chicken, showed it off proudly, and then returned to his seat. Next, it was time to get down to business!

(End of this chapter)