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

Chapter 223-That’s…that kind of love

When is a man most handsome?
A thousand people have a thousand opinions, so it’s hard to say which is the most handsome moment.

But if I have to add one, when a man says "I'll pay", it is definitely one of the coolest moments.

He Luxue said with surprise, "Are you sure? I can eat a lot!"

Wang Fan smiled and said, "You can't bankrupt me with just one meal, right? Eat as much as you want."

"You said it, you can't go back on your word!"

Wang Fan shook her head and said absolutely not, and then she knew why He Luxue and Zhuo Qianqian could become best friends and besties.

Birds of a feather flock together is indeed a true saying.

The guests at other tables only had three or four things on the table, and they would order more if they were not full after finishing their meal. However, it was not the case for Wang Fan and his table. The entire table was filled to the brim with plates, dishes, bowls, steamers and all kinds of kitchen utensils.

He Luxue chuckled and said, "Boss Wang, you won't regret it, will you? If you do, I can pay for it myself."

Wang Fan laughed dumbly: "Whatever you can finish is mine, if you can't finish it, buy it yourself. It's shameful to waste it."

He Luxue snorted softly: "Who are you looking down on? This is only enough to fill me up to eighty percent."

Wang Fan has never been a stingy person, and he has made a small profit recently, so he doesn't care about this little money.

Wang Fan also felt hungry, so he picked up the nearest bowl. He remembered that it was called Liangsefen.

The contents of the bowl are all white in color, with a little bit of crushed peanuts and chopped green onions sprinkled in the middle as garnish.

After stirring evenly, he picked up the spoon, took a sip, and then savored it carefully in his mouth.

The noodles should be made of rice, and they are very soft. The shredded meat and mushrooms inside are also cooked very soft.

It cannot be said that it is not delicious, but it is too soft and mushy and it is indeed a bit not to Wang Fan's taste. I guess he will fall in love with it when he is thirty or forty years older.

It was this price that really shocked Wang Fan. This small bowl in his hand cost 23 yuan, which was more expensive than his plate of golden shrimp balls!
No wonder I heard people say that a breakfast in Cantonese cuisine could cost thousands of yuan. Now it seems possible.

After sighing, he picked up a piece of red rice rice roll with shrimp, which somewhat subverted his cognition.

Not only is there a layer of oily substance on the outside of the red rice skin, but when you bite it, you can actually feel a thin crispy layer inside. It makes a "crunching" sound when you bite it, and the taste is quite fresh.

Then Wang Fan picked up a black truffle red soup dumpling, which was the one he was most looking forward to.

But often what we look forward to the most will also disappoint us the most. He really didn't taste any black truffle flavor. It even tasted like an ordinary soup dumpling with a slightly sweet taste.

The shrimp dumplings are different from the ones he made before. In order to cater to the northern taste, his previous one used whole shrimp paste, so that the shrimp meat would have more flavor. The one in front of him is half shrimp and half shrimp paste, which is better in retaining the freshness. However, for his northern palate, the taste will feel a little bland.

However, Wang Fan ate it with gusto. It was a collision of northern and southern flavor styles, and it would also give him some experience in controlling taste in the next few days.

While eating, I looked up and saw Zhuo Qianqian holding the chopsticks without moving.

What's going on? The little foodie isn't eating?
Wang Fan asked curiously, "There's nothing you like? How about you order something else?"

Zhuo Qianqian shook her head and said, "I'm not very hungry..."

Before she could finish her words, her stomach made a "gurgling" sound, making her want to crawl under the table.

He Luxue rolled her eyes, swallowed the shrimp dumplings in her mouth, and said, "I was hungry last night because I was craving the employee meal you made! You should pick them up tonight. I can't serve relatives who come over at all."

"you!"

Zhuo Qianqian was so angry that she stood up and was about to grab the outspoken He Luxue, but she didn't expect that Wang Fan grabbed her arm as soon as she stood up.

"Come on, I'll go make you some food. How can you work if you're hungry?"

"Boss Wang, remember to settle the bill, hahaha." Wang Fan waved to He Luxue, took Zhuo Qianqian and went to the front desk to settle the bill.

Well, it’s not expensive, just over 300 yuan.

The two of them got into the RV one after the other. Wang Fan walked into the kitchen and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Zhuo Qianqian immediately replied, "Preserved egg and lean pork porridge!"

Wang Fan nodded and took out the preserved eggs from the refrigerator. When he went to get the rice, he was speechless to find that the rice had all been soaked.

He shrugged helplessly and said, "Well, I can't have the preserved egg and lean meat porridge anymore. I'll make you a preserved egg, salted egg, and winter melon soup. It's guaranteed to be delicious."

"Good boss, everything you cook is delicious!"

Wang Fan was busy in the kitchen, and Zhuo Qianqian was standing at the door, sticking her head out and looking at him with her big, bright eyes.

The conversation last night and every moment we spent together resurfaced in my mind.

Last night, her bad friend He Luxue gave her all kinds of tricks, but Zhuo Qianqian felt that those things were not suitable for her. She, Zhuo Qianqian, also has her own pride!

"boss."

"Ok?"

"do you like me?"

Zhuo Qianqian asked this question so naturally and without any frills.

This is like solving a math problem. No matter how many formulas and methods you use, the final answer will only be one.

There is a simplest and most effective way, so why bother to go through the trouble of fitting a bunch of formulas?
If you stick your head out, you will get a knife. If you hide your head, you will get a knife too. Charge!

Quiet.

Wang Fan didn't say anything, and neither did Zhuo Qianqian. The only sounds in the small space were the sounds of the gas stove burning and the soup boiling in the pot.

There was also the abnormally exaggerated heartbeat of the two people due to nervousness.

After a long silence, Zhuo Qianqian's bright eyes gradually lost some of their luster.

Silence is actually an answer, isn’t it?

However, as a Uyghur girl who dares to love and hate, even if it fails, she wants to see and hear him say the word "no" with her own eyes and ears.

"like."

Wang Fan, who had been silent for a long time, finally uttered three words softly.

These three words have been brewing in my mouth for a long time, but I just lack the strength to push them out.

With a personality like his, hearing words like "like" and "love" from him might be harder than killing him.

But he really didn't want to see the disappointment in his assistant's eyes, which should be full of smiles.

"Which one do you like?"

Zhuo Qianqian felt her heart beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of her chest in the next second.

"It's... that kind of love."

Wang Fan looked into Zhuo Qianqian's eyes and handed her the freshly prepared preserved egg and salted egg winter melon soup with a smile.

(End of this chapter)