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

Chapter 336 - Little Wooden Fish Returns

Jia Fengyue came to Wang Fan with the washed vegetables, and there was visible melancholy on her wrinkled face.

She secretly went to the village to take a look in the morning. The apocalyptic scene made her shocked and scared. Thinking that her own house was in the same condition, she felt even more sad.

Wang Fan and the others were also silent when they saw the old woman's expression. At this time, they didn't know how to comfort her.

But if this continues, the body will soon collapse.

Wang Fan thought for a moment and said to Cheng Dong, "Brother Cheng, please light the engine. I'll go get something from the car."

Cheng Dong nodded, and Wang Fan walked back to the RV.

There are some small ornaments at the front of the RV, and the little wooden fish lies there quietly.

This little thing was his money-making tool in the past, but he hasn't used it for a long time. Maybe it's just right to take it out now.

Cheng Dong looked at Wang Fan who had returned and the wooden fish in his hand, and asked with a smile, "Brother Wang, you still believe in this at such a young age?"

Wang Fan shook his head. "I don't believe it. It's just that knocking this little wooden fish when I'm down can cheer me up. I think these aunties and uncles might need it."

Cheng Dong only believed in the five-star red flag and didn't believe in gods or anything like that, but at this moment he hoped that what Wang Fan had in his hand could really have this effect.

"If it works, that would be great. I know my fellow villagers must be upset, but if we keep going like this, we will really get sick."

Wang Fan put the wooden fish on the table and would give it to Zhuo Qianqian when the food was distributed later. The rest would be up to her to arrange, as she was better at this than he was.

The moment you lift the lid of the pot, a cloud of white hot steam rises up, and the unique rich aroma of mutton sprays in all directions as if it is free.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Fan carefully savored the change in taste. After more than ten minutes of stewing, the taste of alcohol had basically disappeared, but the aroma of malt in the beer had been absorbed by the mutton.

After grabbing a handful of washed red dates and putting them into the pot, I put the chopped carrots into the pot, covered the pot again, and turned the stove flame to grape fire and simmered it slowly.

Then, follow the same method and stew mutton in another big pot. All that’s left is to leave the mutton to time, and then wait for time to return you a pot of perfect braised mutton or a pot of braised mutton with a burnt bottom...

The aroma emanating from the small holes on the lid of the pot became stronger and stronger, and the fresh fragrance of carrots and the sweet fragrance of dates quietly joined the aroma of the meat.

Cheng Dong said that he had received professional training and could remain serious under any circumstances, especially when so many people were watching. He wanted to maintain the good image of the fire brigade.

But his increasingly heavy and rapid breathing really made him unable to hold it any longer.

Whose lamb stew can be so delicious?!

Silently calculating the time, carefully smelling the changes in smell, and occasionally lifting the lid of the pot to look at the color of the mutton, Wang Fan's every move became the focus of everyone.

Can you please hurry up, bro? I really can't take it anymore!

Everyone who could smell the fragrance was screaming wildly in their hearts. The most primitive desire to eat meat was simply driving them crazy.

"Snapped."

With a slight sound, Wang Fan decisively turned off the gas stove.

Cheng Dong was delighted. "Now that the fire is turned off, is it time to serve?" he thought. "Although we are the last group to eat, it doesn't stop me from satisfying my eyes and nose first!"
The other three people were in the same situation, staring at the lid of the pot eagerly, waiting to be the first to see this braised lamb that could emit such a fragrance. How good could it be?
Wang Fan placed his right hand on the small handle on the pot lid, and everyone's attention was focused on his hand again.

The lid of the pot opened a crack, and thick white mist drifted away again. Everyone wanted to turn their eyes and look through the crack.

In this situation, I'm afraid the only way to describe it is to look forward to it with great anticipation.

"Open it!" "Open it quickly!"

"Lift the lid off the pot!"

Everyone's heart was already filled with anticipation, waiting to exclaim in surprise at the next moment, while those with thicker skin were already preparing some words of praise.

"Fuck!"

"I'll beat your lungs out!"

"What's the trouble?"

"Can we still have fun?"

Cheng Dong felt like he had just ridden a roller coaster. He had reached the top, but in the instant it dived down again.

It's the feeling of just wanting to curse.

It's not just him, everyone who pays attention here feels the same way.

There's nothing we can do. Everyone is waiting to witness a miracle, but you just open a gap, throw something into the pot, and then put the lid back on. What the hell are you doing?

You really took off your pants and showed me this?!

Wang Fan was so focused on cooking that he didn't notice the people around him, otherwise he would have noticed that everyone looked like they wanted to beat him up.

If he knew what everyone was thinking, he would definitely cry out that he was wronged.

Braised lamb, as the name suggests, needs to be braised. After turning off the heat, it needs to be braised for ten minutes to reach its final form.

As for lifting the lid of the pot, he just put wolfberries in it.

Wolfberry will become mushy once it is stewed. Throw a handful of it into the stewed meat at the end to make the heat just right.

Cheng Dong's mouth twitched, and he resisted the urge to lift the lid of the pot and asked, "Brother Wang, what is your move...?"

Wang Fan explained the reason, and Cheng Dong and the others suddenly understood.

They all started cooking late, and many of their cooking habits are unconventional. They also have to participate in training and don't have much time to study systematically. Although their cooking skills have gradually improved over time, there are some things that they really cannot understand without someone who knows the answer.

Ten minutes passed slowly in everyone's anticipation, and Wang Fan's slender fingers finally pressed on the lid of the pot again.

There was no problem this time. Wang Fan lifted the lid of the pot, and the true appearance of the braised lamb was finally revealed to Cheng Dong and others.

This is not an anime, and there are no radioactive elements or flashlights added to this pot of mutton, so it naturally will not glow.

But Cheng Dong and others did not feel disappointed at all. Instead, they felt that all the waiting was worth it.

The overall color of the pot is an attractive reddish-brown, as if telling you that it is an old soup with a story.

The mutton and carrots in the pot have been soaked in the soup. After a long period of stewing, a layer of sand has formed on the surface of the carrots. You can tell from the looks of it that they must be extremely sweet.

The soup is thick and mellow, with a bright red color that gleams with oil. Lamb legs, lamb belly, lamb chops, etc. are randomly crisscrossed in the pot, becoming even more tempting after being wrapped in oil.

“Gulp…Gulp…”

(End of this chapter)