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

Chapter 234- Asking for tips on cooking chicken

The more Zhao Liang thought about it, the more excited he became.

He is 27 years old this year. After graduating and working for two years, he couldn't stand the pressure in the workplace, so he chose to start his own business. In order to support his parents, he even mortgaged his house.

His fried chicken is indeed more expensive, but that's because his costs are high.

The chicken he used were all fresh chicken legs bought from the vegetable market early in the morning, not the frozen ones used in most stores.

And because the oil needs to be changed more frequently, his cost is even higher.

But he is also stubborn.

He just wanted to use good ingredients to make delicious fried chicken, make money without losing his conscience.

After learning from many sources, we finally got the current version.

But sales are still not very ideal.

Zhao Liang was very conflicted.

I have no relationship with Boss Wang, why should he help me?

Pay for guidance?
Not to mention that I'm in debt now, how much money would it cost to hire someone?
It’s not that he can’t accept failure, he just doesn’t want to let his parents down. If he fails, will he let his parents sleep on the streets?
Seeing that Wang Fan's team was getting shorter and shorter, Zhao Liang became more and more anxious.

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Liang opened fire and used all his strength to fry a box of chicken legs. He picked up the box and walked towards Wang Fan's stall.

At this time, there were only 4 people left in the team, and there were only 4 bowls of Judgment Time left on the table in front of Wang Fan.

Zhao Liang was very nervous while standing in the queue, feeling like an unprepared student going to his teacher for his graduation thesis defense.

When I think of the pictures and taste descriptions of Boss Wang’s fried chicken shared by others, and then look at my own, I feel that it is really based on the defense.

They are all prostitutes, why is there such a big difference between them?
"Sorry, we're sold out today."

Zhao Liang was still thinking about something when Wang Fan's reminder sounded in his ears.

Zhao Liang came to his senses and was filled with envy again. Look, look, look, it's only a little after 6 o'clock, and even with the effort he put in, it only took less than two hours to sell out. How can the difference in business be so huge?!

Zhao Liang put the fried chicken on the counter and said with a big smile, "Hello, Mr. Wang, I'm from the fried chicken shop at the door. My name is Zhao Liang."

Wang Fan nodded, a little puzzled: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Zhao Liang rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly: "Well, mainly because I heard that you are very knowledgeable about cooking chickens. I always feel that there is something wrong with the chickens I cook. Don't worry about your laughing. I have been cooking for more than two months and almost lost my house. So I wanted to ask you for your experience in cooking chickens..."

"Uh-huh?"

Wang Fan listened to Zhao Liang's words and felt more and more uncomfortable.

What you said makes it seem like neither of us are serious people. Will we be reported if we say a few more words?

"So you want me to try your fried chicken and give you my opinion, right?"

Wang Fan asked, and he even pronounced the word "炸" a little more strongly.

Zhao Liang quickly replied, "Yes, yes, that's exactly what I mean. To be honest, I really can't continue if I keep losing money like this, so I still ask for your guidance. I will definitely reward you handsomely later."

Wang Fan nodded. "It's not really guidance, and there's no need for a big reward. I'll just give it a try first."

As he spoke, he opened the box of fried chicken. The box contained fried chicken nuggets, made of chopped chicken thighs. Zhuo Qianqian poked her head out from behind Wang Fan and looked at the fried chicken on the table curiously.

Wang Fan picked up a piece with a bamboo stick and was about to put it into his mouth when Zhuo Qianqian intercepted him. He had no choice but to pick up another piece and put it into his mouth.

Zhao Liangliang was so nervous at the moment that his palms were sweaty and even his breathing became very slow, for fear of disturbing Boss Wang in front of him.

Wang Fan swallowed the chicken nugget, pulled Zhuo Qianqian out from behind him, and asked, "What do you think?"

Zhuo Qianqian glanced at Zhao Liang and said, "If I tell you the truth, you won't be angry, right?"

Zhao Liang quickly shook his head: "No, no, I promise not to. I'm actually aware of some of the problems myself, but I just don't know how to improve them."

Zhuo Qianqian: "Then let me tell you what I think?"

"Please tell me."

"First, I think the crispy skin is a little hard. Second, the chicken tastes a little fishy. Third, the chicken doesn't seem to have much flavor. Without the dipping sauce, there's not even any base flavor... Well, I just said that casually, don't take it to heart."

Zhuo Qianqian looked at Zhao Liang, who looked embarrassed, and felt a little embarrassed.

Am I being too blunt in what I say?
Zhao Liang smiled awkwardly: "No...it's okay, I think so too."

After saying that, he looked at Wang Fan again.

Wang Fan nodded in agreement with Zhuo Qianqian's assessment: "Qianqian has already said it very comprehensively."

Zhao Liang asked hurriedly, "Could you please give me some guidance on how to improve it?"

Wang Fan didn't answer directly, but asked a question: "I see that the crust of your fried chicken is quite thick. Is that intentional or accidental?"

Zhao Liang replied, "I did it on purpose. I prefer eating the thicker shell."

Wang Fan hummed, "For the first question, you can control the temperature and duration when frying. In particular, the time for re-frying must be reduced. Even if you want to keep the golden color, you don't want it to be this dark yellow."

"Secondly, even if you use fresh chicken for fried chicken, it's best to marinate it. If you like a thicker crust, I recommend marinating the chicken in milk, garlic slices, lemon juice, and salt in the refrigerator for 72 hours."

"The fishy smell and the flavor are basically the same thing. If you do the second one well, both problems will be solved."

After saying that, Wang Fan gestured to Zhuo Qianqian to take a sticky note, wrote the ratio he often used on it, and handed it to Zhao Liang.

Zhao Liang's heart was so excited that it almost jumped out of his mouth. He wiped his hands vigorously on his pants and then took the sticky note with trembling hands.

Secret recipe, this is Boss Wang’s secret recipe!
If Boss Wang really didn't hide anything, then this sticky note could definitely be said to be worth a fortune!
"How can I repay you?"

Zhao Liang's voice was a little choked. If the things on this sticky note could be used, then his shop might be able to survive, and there might even be a chance of turning bad times into good times.

Wang Fan smiled and shook his head. "What's the point of repaying something? It's just a discussion between colleagues. Didn't you treat us to fried chicken? Consider it as payment. If there's nothing else, we'll leave first."

I just agreed to take Zhuo Qianqian to the Cantonese night market, so I can’t go back on my word.

Zhao Liang's heart was already on the sticky note at this moment. He was eager to try out the effect. It might take time to marinate the chicken, but Boss Wang had also given him the ratio of crispy fried powder, so he could test the effect directly now.

"Then I won't bother you any more. If my little shop can survive, I will reward you handsomely in the future!"

Zhao Liang expressed his gratitude again and said goodbye. Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian also quickly packed up their things and prepared to go to the Cantonese night market.

(End of this chapter)