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

Chapter 316-The relationship ends here
"The weekend is so boring! This day wouldn't be complete without a meal from Mr. Wang from the Second Canteen!"

"That's right, my mouth is so bland, nothing tastes good."

"Besides breakfast, I can still make do with the pancakes downstairs, but lunch and dinner are both tasteless."

"My stomach is already the shape of Boss Wang. I want to pursue my own happiness!"

"Have some shame. I don't think Boss Wang has any interest in a guy who picks his toes."

"I wonder what delicious food Boss Wang is going to make this week?"

"Who could have guessed? But tomorrow is finally Monday, and good times are coming soon!"

The student dormitory was full of discussions about the second owner of the second canteen.

The truth is, these students found that nothing tasted good on weekends.

These days, it's really true that comparing yourself to others will make you die, and comparing goods to others will make you throw them away. Even if I go out to find a place to eat after the holidays, I can't find a place that can pay as much as Boss Wang's food, not even close!
Yang Wei sighed, "At noon, I went out for a meal of dry fried beef noodles. It was 10 yuan a portion, which was cheap, but the taste was really hard to describe. The lack of beef was one thing, but the rice noodles were so soft that they fell apart when I bit into them, and the oil was so thick that it made my mouth sticky."

"Who says it's not? I even went to a Cantonese restaurant specifically to try it. Wow, aside from the names of the dishes not being from Tianjin, the rest of the food felt like a parody of Tianjin cuisine. It was all about the flavors of the seasonings, and you couldn't taste the freshness of the ingredients themselves."

"Thank goodness tomorrow's Monday!"

This is the sentence that comes most often in everyone's mind.

With the anticipation of eating the delicious food from the second cafeteria on Monday, all the students fell asleep, but from time to time, saliva would mischievously slip out from the corners of their mouths.

……

Wang Fan has already thought about what to do this week.

He was ready to challenge his weakness - pasta!
For northerners, pasta and rice are regulars on the table, including dumplings, pancakes, buns, noodles, etc. They are all their favorites. If they don’t do anything else this week, they will just make noodles all week.

Monday’s delicacy – Laodidu Noodles with Bean Sauce.

Didu Zhajiangmian used to be quite famous, but was later ruined by some internet celebrities, with comments like “This tastes so authentic (circles the hand)” and “It tastes like mom’s”.

However, when outsiders arrive in the capital, they will still ask locals where to eat the authentic old capital fried noodles.

If someone from the capital tells you to come home with him and eat, because the food at home is the most authentic, then it means that they are related.

If their answers are all over the place, from this restaurant to that restaurant, from this alley to that small restaurant, then that's where the relationship ends.

After all, Wang Fan had lived in the imperial capital for more than ten years, so he knew all about these things.

If you ask young people in the capital what delicious food there is, no matter what they tell you, 90% of them will think of McDonald's.

If you ask them where the authentic Zhajiangmian is, no matter what they tell you, 50% of them will think of the authentic ones made by their mothers, and the remaining 50% will think of the ones made by their grandmothers.

Once you eat this in a restaurant, it loses its flavor.

Eating Lao Di Du Zhajiang Noodles is both a feeling and a generous way of eating. You should slurp the noodles and eat the meat in the Zhajiang Noodles with big mouthfuls.

When my mother and grandmother cook for their own children, they are willing to use more ingredients and meat. When we go to a restaurant, we don’t get much meat and it’s very expensive. Once we are in a bad mood, our interest in eating will be greatly reduced, and the taste will naturally not be very good.

Wang Fan patted his face and immediately gave himself a mental reminder. "They are still hungry children!"

If you give it a hint in your mind, won’t the taste of mom come?
When cutting meat, you must cut it as boldly as my mom!
Generally, the meat in fried noodles with soybean paste is cut into very fine pieces, and some are even made directly with minced meat. It does not have the taste of my mother’s noodles, so it would be strange if it could taste authentic.

The pork belly Wang Fan cut into pieces was as big as those big dice.

Pointing at the piece of meat, he said to Zhao Liang and Chen Qing, "See this? Cut it according to this standard."

The two brothers took over cutting the meat while Wang Fan started preparing the sauce.

Doubanjiang, soybean paste and dry yellow paste are combined into one. As for why so much is used, Wang Fan doesn't know. It is definitely impossible that it is because there were few things at home before and there was some left over so they had to mix them together. Well, this is definitely not the reason.

Mix the sauces together, then pour in a bucket of rice wine. Wang Fan directly took out a one-meter-long rolling pin and started stirring in the sauce basin.

When preparing fried sauce, don't worry about it being too thin. If it is too thin, just stew it for a while and the juice will be reduced. If it is too dry, then it is really dry.

After preparing the sauce and setting it aside, he began to prepare the oil.

Coriander with roots and leaves, onions, scallions, ginger slices, Sichuan peppercorns, aniseed, tsaoko, angelica dahurica, bay leaves, tangerine peel...

As it is slowly fried over low heat, the rich aroma of the ingredients begins to waft.

The purpose of eating noodles is to have a great time, and the enjoyment is the refreshing sensation of slurping them up. These ingredients cannot be left in the sauce, as this will affect the taste.

Details determine height, and Wang Fan’s requirements for details have always been abnormal.

Chen Liang was shocked when he saw Wang Fan's meticulous work.

Don’t be fooled by the boss’s young age. When it comes to cooking, he is even more focused than the chef from the previous five-star hotel. There is also a very obvious difference between the two.

The chef works without any regard for anyone, like a pressure cooker. If you do anything wrong, you will be scolded like a storm.

But this young boss doesn't seem to be impatient at all. He is enjoying every step of his production!
Even if there is a mistake in one step, he will not be angry or impatient. Instead, he will carefully study the impact of the mistake on the dish, and he can even absorb the advantages brought by the mistake.

Chen Qing really liked the book written by a man called the Red-Haired Monster in His Later Years. Seeing Wang Fan busy at work, he couldn't help but murmur, "If there really are different physiques in the world, this boss Wang is definitely the innate chef's holy body... No, he also has a Taoist fetus. His comprehension is too fucking amazing..."

"Is the meat cut?"

Wang Fan didn't pay attention to the two of them. The only thing in his eyes was the pot in front of him.

Hearing Wang Fan's words, Zhao Liang and Chen Qing hurriedly responded, "Alright, alright, shall we put it in the pot now?"

Wang Fan nodded: "Just pour it into the pot."

The tender and white pork belly fell into the pot one after another. Along with the sound of "sizzling", an extremely rich meaty aroma hit the face.

Zhao Liang and Chen Qing couldn't help but take a deep breath. They felt that at this moment all the pores in their bodies were opened up by the rich fragrance.

Wang Fan stared at the pork belly in the pot, turning it back and forth with the brand new big shovel in his hand. As for why it was brand new, it was mainly because the kitchen had been robbed.

Before leaving, Xue Feng shamelessly took away his previous one, so he had no choice but to buy a new one.

(End of this chapter)