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

Chapter 366-Boiled Prawns, Learn from Me
Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

All the beef balls in his mouth had been eaten, but the aftertaste still left Zhuo's father with an endless aftertaste.

My head felt a little dizzy, and I couldn't help but ask myself three soul-searching questions.

After finally recovering, I looked at the beef ball left in the bowl, and it felt like the ordinary Yang Guo took off his mask and turned into the extremely fair and tender Principal Gu.

Isn't the contrast a bit too big for you?!
If he hadn't eaten it with his own mouth, he would never have believed that there were such delicious beef balls in the world!
No matter the texture or taste, it is simply unbeatable, as if these beef and shrimps should be eaten this way.

Then he was suddenly stunned, thinking of what Wang Fan said at the beginning about giving some to the neighbors. Now he felt that this matter seemed not so simple.

My daughter said that this guy is a bit introverted and doesn't like dealing with strangers. He suddenly wants to set up a stall to sell delicious food in his own farm and send food to his neighbors. Could it be that he knows something and is helping himself in his own unique way?
Is there a mole?
Zhuo's father looked at Zhuo's mother and Zhuo Qianqian in confusion. His daughter herself didn't know about this, so it was naturally impossible for her to be a traitor. So there was only one answer!
Are you the traitor?

You must never doubt your wife, as the serious consequences are unbearable for most people.

Zhuo Qianqian said with a smile: "Dad, please clean up quickly. How can you make a mess when you eat when you're already grown up?"

"Ok?"

Mr. Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that he seemed to have sprayed when he bit the beef ball. He quickly looked down and saw several marks on the ground.

His old face turned red and he quickly picked up a tissue and started wiping the floor.

"cough……"

After coughing lightly to ease the awkwardness, Zhuo's father stood up and said, "Go pack the beef balls. I'll send some to your uncles and aunts around here. Don't pack too many. Just 6 for each family will be enough."

It's not that he is stingy, but he knows how much beef there is in the kitchen. If he gives too much, there will not be enough for others. Moreover, giving less to each person can achieve the effect of hunger marketing.

Zhuo Qianqian responded and returned to the kitchen, only to see that Wang Fan had already put all the beef balls into small disposable bowls, with exactly 6 in each bowl.

Zhuo Qianqian exclaimed in admiration, "Wow, Boss, now I'm wondering who is my father's biological child, you or me? You two are so telepathic, aren't you?"

Wang Fan looked at her in confusion, and she told him what Zhuo's father had just told her.

Wang Fan smiled. As expected, the gene of the child could produce a top student. It was obvious that he understood what he meant.

"Ask uncle when he'll be back so I can control the time it takes to serve the food."

"20 minutes."

Zhuo's father appeared at the kitchen door: "Walk around for 20 minutes."

Wang Fan nodded: "Okay, then the time is about the same."

Zhuo's father packed the boxes of beef balls in plastic bags and said before leaving: "Your cooking skills are really amazing, kid."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Wang Fan raised his eyebrows and smiled. This could be said to be a perfect start.

Zhuo Qianqian looked at the things in the kitchen and asked curiously, "What are you going to do with this?"

Wang Fan said, "Boiled shrimp, salt and pepper shrimp, braised prawns, and prawns with cabbage."

"Oh, today's theme is the prawn meeting." Braised prawns in oil and salt and pepper prawns take a little time, so Wang Fan made these two first, then stir-fried prawns and cabbage, and finally blanched prawns.

As the name suggests, blanching means cooking raw food with boiling water or soup.

The higher-end ingredients often require only the simplest cooking, but the simpler cooking methods are often the ones that can most differentiate between chefs' dishes.

After the water in the pot boiled, he put the white prawns that had their threads removed but were still alive and kicking into the pot. After cooking for 10 seconds, he turned off the heat, but did not rush to take the prawns out. He waited until they soaked for another minute and a half and then sprinkled a spoonful of sugar into the pot.

After soaking it in the pot for another 30 seconds, he sprinkled another spoonful of salt into the pot.

Zhuo Qianqian looked at Wang Fan, who was putting ingredients in while checking the clock, and exclaimed, "Boss, you're just making boiled shrimp, but you made it look so ceremonial."

Wang Fan shook his head. "This isn't a ritual. Every step is based on the experience accumulated by the masters. Shrimp are very delicate, especially when blanched. If you're not careful, the taste will be affected."

After that, he gave Zhuo Qianqian some scientific advice: "First of all, the boiled shrimp must be fresh. Ours is freshly caught, so it must be fresh. Then, boiled shrimp should not be cooked for too long, otherwise the protein will escape and the shrimp's fiber and muscle will become tight, and the shrimp will not taste as fresh. And don't add ginger to boiled shrimp, as ginger will make the shrimp meat loose. Adding sugar can make the shrimp shiny and enhance the flavor. Don't add salt too early, as adding it too early will cause the shrimp meat to drain and become tight. Look at the water in the pot."

Wang Fan pointed to the pot of boiled shrimps.

Zhuo Qianqian leaned over to take a look and saw that the water in the pot was crystal clear, without any of the white foam that usually appears when blanching shrimp.

However, she didn't know much about cooking shrimp: "But this is just blanching. Isn't the final taste determined by the dipping sauce?"

Wang Fan had already fished the shrimp out of the pot and placed them on a plate, arranging them one by one in a circle. He quickly placed a layer of shrimp at the bottom of the plate, then added a small circle on top of the second layer before laughing, "Who says boiled shrimp must be dipped in sauce?"

After arranging the shrimp on the plate, I took out the extra shrimp and killed it by cutting off the head.

The characteristic of whiteleg shrimp is its thin shell and thick meat. After Wang Fan peeled the shell, he pinched the shrimp tail and handed the shrimp meat to Zhuo Qianqian's mouth.

"Try it and see if it's different from what you've eaten before."

Zhuo Qianqian opened her mouth and bit off the shrimp meat. The moment the shrimp meat entered her mouth, she seemed to feel a wave hitting her face.

Then the extremely sweet taste was sensed by the taste buds, and the mouth began to chew uncontrollably.

It was sweet, smooth, chewy, juicy, slightly salty, and full of the taste of the sea, which made Zhuo Qianqian's eyes widen.

Are these shrimps raised at home?
impossible?

She had eaten boiled shrimp before, but none of them were as delicious as the ones she ate today. Even the ones Wang Fan had made before could not be compared with this one.

"Boss, I think the only one who can defeat yourself is you."

Wang Fan smiled, his current self had indeed defeated his former self.

Cooking is something that really requires accumulation of experience. With the same recipe and the same ingredients, the level of cooking skills can really affect the taste of the finished product.

When he thinks back to his previous cooking steps, he can keenly notice the shortcomings.

Then, after making up for these deficiencies, your cooking skills will be elevated to a higher level.

(End of this chapter)