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

Chapter 367-This is what my shrimp should taste like!
"Are you ready? Let's eat."

Mr. Zhuo's face was filled with an uncontrollable smile, and he walked into the house while shouting.

I can't help laughing. I just went out for a walk, and everyone said they wanted to try it in front of me. It turned out that there was a scene of people spitting out water everywhere. Looking at those stunned expressions, I felt so comfortable from top to bottom!

The only drawback is that I seem to be the first one to spray it?
But fortunately, only his wife and daughter saw it at that time. His future son-in-law... bah, it's not a shame that the guy didn't see it.

This kid's cooking skills are really amazing. The six beef balls were almost fought over by the whole family. Everyone was clamoring for more, saying they weren't full.

Judging from the situation, that guy will definitely have a lot of customers when he opens the shop tomorrow. With these neighbors and the people they invite, it will definitely be a good start.

He had no doubt that the neighbors would call for help. If it was just delicious, they might not call for help, but with the added feature of peeing, they would definitely call for help. After all, the sight of their friends' mouths full of juice in front of them was something worth looking forward to.

I wonder what delicious food that kid is going to make for lunch today?

I haven't eaten much for several days because I haven't been able to find a market recently. I have to eat a good meal today.

Hearing Zhuo's father's voice, Zhuo Qianqian quickly responded: "Okay, we can eat soon. Dad, wash your hands first."

After washing his hands, Mr. Zhuo came into the house and saw a table full of dishes. He began to wonder how long he had been out.

Moreover, every dish looked so fresh and delicious that he even doubted for a moment whether these shrimps were raised by himself.
Take the boiled shrimp on the table, for example. I've made this dish before, but the shrimp were always white with a hint of pink. Why are these shrimp pink with a hint of red? They look much better than the pale white ones I made before, and each one is so succulent and smooth. Even someone who doesn't usually eat seafood would want to buy some, right?

Zhuo's mother was also very surprised. She smiled and said to Wang Fan, "My daughter always says that you are an excellent cook. I had high expectations before, but I didn't expect that I was still conservative."

Wang Fan quickly responded, "It's just so-so, I'm just guessing for no reason."

"Please sit down. There are no outsiders here."

The table was not big, but the four people sitting at it seemed quite happy and not lonely. Zhuo's father's eyes never left the plate of blanched prawns. This method was the best way to test the quality of the ingredients. He really wanted to know whether his prawns were not selling well because of poor quality or because those people did not know how to cook them.

"Isn't there any dipping sauce for this boiled shrimp?"

Wang Fan looked at Zhuo's father and explained, "The natural sweetness of good shrimp is enough. There's no need to make a dipping sauce."

Zhuo's father liked to hear this. After all, he raised the shrimps himself. This kid is quite good at talking.

"Then let me try it."

Mr. Zhuo picked up a boiled shrimp and brought it to him. The pink and red color looked shiny and bright, and the shrimp tail was naturally open, looking full of vitality.

The white shrimp's shell is as thin as a cicada's wing and peels away with a little force, revealing the juicy, tender meat inside. The meat is crystal clear, pink and tender, and exudes a light ocean scent.

Mr. Zhuo gently pinched the shrimp meat and could clearly feel its softness and elasticity.

Are these really the shrimps raised in my pond?
Mr. Zhuo couldn't help but ask himself a soul-searching question again, and then he pinched the shrimp tail and put the shrimp meat directly into his mouth.

After peeling the shell, the shrimp still has the water from cooking and its own juice. The first thing you feel when you put it in your mouth is the smell of seafood and the unique sweetness of the shrimp meat.

The most important thing is that the flavor is incredibly rich! The light yet rich salty-sweet flavor spreads across your tongue, followed by the delicious flavor of the shrimp.

I couldn't help but chew it, the chewy and tender shrimp meat was even more fascinating. The most important thing was that the shrimp meat was very juicy. Every time I chewed it, the delicious juice was squeezed into my mouth. The sweet taste was something I had never tasted before.

This is completely different from what I did before, it's not on the same level at all!
Zhuo's father looked at Wang Fan in disbelief. They were both boiled shrimps, so how could there be such a big difference in the cooking?

It is no exaggeration to say that the taste I am eating now is exactly what the whiteleg shrimps I imagined they would taste like!

People say that wild shrimps from the sea taste better, but I really don’t believe it.

The shrimp fry are high-quality ones bought from Hainan, and the breeding environment is carefully created by ourselves.

The shrimp fry pass through the desalination pond, where they are desalinated with water, and finally to the large pond outside that draws fresh water from the Tianshan Mountains.

In terms of water quality and growing environment, Zhuo's father can guarantee with a pat of his head that his place is definitely no worse than anywhere else!

But the shrimp meat I ate before just didn’t taste good!

Now the problem is clear, it’s not the shrimp’s problem, it’s the problem of the chef who cooked the shrimp!
Those chefs who have been cooking beef and mutton all their lives don’t know how to cook shrimp, including me who raises shrimp. I have not been able to show the characteristics of this shrimp at all.

It wasn't until this guy came to my house that the shrimps I raised really showed their potential.

Zhuo's mother also ate a boiled shrimp, which was fresh, sweet, salty, tender, chewy and refreshing. It felt completely different from what she had eaten before.

"Are these really the shrimps we raised at home?"

Mother Zhuo looked at Wang Fan in disbelief, then looked at Father Zhuo, and was very suspicious that her husband had bought other shrimps.

Wang Fan smiled and said, "These are the white shrimps that my uncle caught from the farm. I tried my best to preserve the original flavor of the shrimps when I cooked them, and only added some salt and sugar for seasoning."

Zhuo's mother exclaimed: "This is the first time I know our shrimp can be so delicious."

Zhuo Qianqian said proudly, "I've already told you that he's a great cook. Do you believe it now?"

Wang Fan shook his head seriously: "It's not that my cooking skills are so good, it's that uncle raised these shrimps well."

He said this and thought this in his heart.

Sincerity has always been the most lethal weapon. When Wang Fan praised Zhuo's father, his face turned red and he had to cough lightly a few times to cover up his embarrassment.

Unconvinced, he picked up another boiled shrimp. The perfect taste and texture once again told him that deliciousness was not accidental.

After taking a bite of the shrimp, Zhuo's father felt a sour feeling in his heart for no reason, and the corners of his eyes felt itchy.

He had heard too many rejections and too many bad things about him and other people these days, but because he couldn't do it well himself, he could only listen silently.

Now he was finally relieved. The problem was not his shrimps, but the poor cooking skills of those people. The shrimps were absolutely good!
(End of this chapter)