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

Chapter 307-Barbecued Pork Rice ProMax Version

"Boss, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but why are you working so hard? At worst, I can earn money to support you in the future. Look how exhausted you are."

Zhuo Qianqian complained while trying her best to give Wang Fan a relaxing massage.

Which chef can cook 1000 servings of dry fried beef noodles in one night?

Even making 1000 servings of fried rice can make you exhausted, let alone the dry fried beef noodles that require constant stir-frying.

Wang Fan lay there, his voice muffled as he spoke, "I always feel like I can't refuse the requests of the future flowers of our motherland."

Zhuo Qianqian said angrily, "If you keep doing this, I might really become a widow."

Wang Fan said with a helpless smile: "Just hope for a while, it's just this once, it won't be like this next time, okay?"

"you promise?"

"I promise."

"Hook."

Zhuo Qianqian stretched out her little finger to Wang Fan's hand, and Wang Fan smiled and made a pinky promise with her.

“Keep your word!”

Wang Fan lay down again.

He didn't know what he was doing. His workload increased by more than half, and even with his physical condition, he felt sore all over.

There is no shortage of money. Even if you sell at the lowest standard, it is easy to make five or six thousand a day. Add to that the rental income from the two stores, you can work more comfortably and make more money.

Maybe I just feel a sense of sympathy with those who are working hard and studying in a foreign country?
However, Wang Fan suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something wrong with his absolute control.

It seems like I'm losing more and more control over my girlfriend.

Just like now.

"Come here you."

With a little effort, he hugged Zhuo Qianqian in his arms amid her screams.

With his arms around her slender waist and smelling her body fragrance that was like orchid and musk, Wang Fan felt that living like this for the rest of his life would be the happiest thing.

Nowadays, many people like to find older sisters when looking for a partner, because older sisters are more mature and independent, and they can take care of themselves with maturity and comfort themselves with understanding.

Wang Fan doesn’t think he needs these. Although he has never enjoyed these since he was a child, he doesn’t think he must have these.

It’s great to get along with Zhuo Qianqian, this little foodie.

And although she is younger than me, she is very independent by nature and does not need to be treated like an ancestor. If I let a girlfriend like this go, I am afraid even God would not tolerate it.

Zhuo Qianqian looked at Wang Fan with sparkling eyes. Although she felt a little nervous and shy, the Uyghur girl would not hide her feelings.

If you like it, you like it. If you don’t like it, you don’t like it. Why are there so many twists and turns?

Just thinking of Wang Fan's miserable appearance today, she couldn't help but bite Wang Fan's arm in hatred.

He even waved his small fist in a protest: "Have you ever seen a fist as big as a casserole? If you dare to do it again like today, I will definitely let you taste my fist!"

"It should be a fist as big as a sandbag, right? Casserole...that's an elephant's fist."

"Then go to the Wild Elephant Valley and catch an elephant to fight you."

"Isn't that a bit too harsh?"

"Yes, then the little elephant."

After hugging and kissing his sweet and soft girlfriend, Wang Fan, who was already tired after a day of work, quickly fell into a deep sleep. He slept exceptionally soundly that night.

……

Full of energy, vigor and vitality, a... cough cough.

A night of deep sleep made Wang Fan fully recovered. He completed the breakfast supply on time and then immediately started preparing the last lunch of the week.

At noon, we will continue to cook the main dishes.

There is no craving that a bowl of barbecued pork rice cannot satisfy. If that’s not enough, then use the Pro Max version of barbecued pork rice - the soul-stirring scrambled egg barbecued pork rice!
There is a saying in Cantonese: "Giving birth to a piece of barbecued pork is better than giving birth to you!" This shows the status of barbecued pork rice.

Eating Stephen Chow’s Sad Meal will make you cry because he adds onions. Wang Fan’s meal does not contain onions but it will also make people cry, but the tears will slide down the corners of the mouth.

Two Didi kitchen helpers, Chen Qing and Zhao Liang, are already in place.

Wang Fan gave the two brothers their first task - to mince garlic.

The two brothers sat on a small stool and began to peel garlic skillfully. Soon they had peeled hundreds of round and plump single-headed garlic.

Then the sounds of "pa, pa, pa" kept coming from the kitchen.

After the garlic-minced brothers had a good time, they received their second task - cutting the pork belly.

Wang Fan himself began to prepare the marinade for the barbecued pork.

A little minced garlic, a little Chu Hou sauce, a little sesame paste, peanut butter, seafood sauce, light soy sauce, five-spice powder, rice wine...

Wang Fan put the ingredients directly into an extra-large basin, as any smaller one would not be enough for him.

After he prepared the marinade, the two brothers had already cut many long strips of pork belly with three parts fat and two parts lean.

Peppa Pig’s family’s favorite thing to do is step in mud puddles. I wonder if they like stepping in marinade bowls?
No objection means I like it.

After the fresh pork belly strips were put into the marinade basin, Wang Fan gently massaged them with his hands wearing disposable gloves, and did not stop until he had spread the marinade very evenly on each strip of meat. He would not allow any part of the barbecued pork he made to be not marinated properly.

There are generally two ways to cook barbecued pork. One is to marinate it and then hang it in the oven to bake, and the other is to fry it in a pan. Wang Fan chose the second method.

The grilling method takes too long to marinate the meat, which is not suitable for his situation.

After the meat is marinated, heat the oil in a pan. As soon as the oil temperature rises a little, turn to low heat. Put the strips of pork belly into the pan and fry slowly over low heat.

At this time, there was more than one pot in the kitchen. Five large pots had to work at the same time to meet the needs of these students.

"Zizi..."

The oil temperature gradually rose, and the crisp sound of frying began to be heard. Wang Fan ignored the pot, but poured a bucket of pure water directly into the marinade pot where all the pork belly was taken out.

Chen Qing and Zhao Liang kept stirring the sauce with a large spoon, while Wang Fan began to flip the pork belly in the pot.

After frying the first side for 6 minutes, the surface was already slightly browned and a strong burnt aroma began to waft through the kitchen.

After turning all the pork belly over, Wang Fan poured rice wine into each pot.

"call……"

As soon as the rice wine was put into the pot, the splashing oil was instantly ignited, and a raging fire started in the pot. Wang Fan watched the flames rolling in the pot without changing his expression, and had no intention of putting out the fire.

Not only that, he also shook the pot, making the flames burn even more intensely.

The flame gradually went out, and the sauce had been stirred evenly by Zhao Liang and the others. Wang Fan scooped out spoonful of sauce and poured it into the pot. After pouring it into one pot, he covered the pot with a lid and then simmered it on low heat for 6 minutes to allow the sauce to fully penetrate the meat, and let the temperature and time turn the pork belly in the pot into what Wang Fan needed it to be.

(End of this chapter)