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

Chapter 435 - The Soul of a Foodie
100 grams of corn starch, 50 grams of wheat flour, 30 grams of cornmeal, 5 grams of white sugar to increase caramel color, 1 gram of baking soda to increase crispness, one part is mixed with an equal amount of water to form a batter, and the other part is directly mixed and used as dry powder.

Wang Fan would not easily pass on his secret recipe for fried noodles unless someone asked sincerely.

Pour the potatoes into the batter to coat them, and also put the tofu cut into thin and thick slices into the dry flour without adding water.

The difference between thin slices and thick slices is that no matter how thin the slice is, it is still a thick slice, and no matter how thick the slice is, it is still a thin slice. Wang Fan has a very good grasp of the use of thinness and thickness.

The potatoes are bathed freely in the batter, and the tofu is neatly arranged in the dry powder.

Pick up the tofu, turn it over, coat it with dry flour, and then roll it in the egg liquid. The golden egg liquid easily turns the tofu golden yellow.

Fighting with both hands is Zhou Botong's unique skill, and Wang Fan can use it just as well.

Use your left hand to pick up the potatoes and gently place them in a 5.5% hot oil pan. Use your right hand to pick up the tofu and place it on the iron frying pan.

Under the influence of high temperature, the appearance of two different ingredients changes rapidly.

The potatoes gradually hardened and the egg liquid on the tofu began to become fluffy. The rich and refreshing aroma of potatoes and the mellow bean aroma of tofu were released at the same time, gently stimulating people's olfactory nerves.

The potatoes need to be fried in the oil pan for 5 minutes. Wang Fan occasionally uses a slotted spoon to pound them in the oil pan to prevent the bottom from getting burnt, and then he doesn't bother with it anymore.

Wang Fan arranges all the tofu cubes neatly on the iron frying pan, which can definitely cure any obsessive-compulsive disorder patient.

The tofu cooked very quickly. After a short while, the unique caramel color of the Maillard reaction appeared on the surface. The long chopsticks in the hand quickly turned the tofu over and continued to fry.

After taking the potatoes out of the frying pan and putting them aside, he poured the previously prepared fried crispy tofu sauce onto the iron frying pan.

The rich sour aroma spread quickly like a hurricane, causing the chefs who were cooking to swallow their saliva.

What is required for street snacks is bright colors and strong smells. If the taste is weak, it will not attract diners at all. It is normal for the chefs to be unable to resist.

The sauce was bubbling on the iron plate, and its color became increasingly reddish, and the dark golden tofu cubes were also soaked into the same color.

Zhuo Qianqian had already licked her lips unconsciously. She had no resistance to the delicious food made by Wang Fan.

At this time, the temperature in the oil pan had risen to 6% hot, and Wang Fan put the potatoes into the oil pan again.

The rich, seemingly insoluble potato aroma was completely released, and when combined with the aroma of the fried tofu, that little taste was like an excavator, constantly digging in everyone's stomach, and in an instant they felt hunger all over their bodies.

Chen Menglong swallowed his saliva, his eyes unconsciously drifting towards Wang Fan, or to be more precise, the two delicacies on his stove.

For a moment, he seemed to have returned to the era when people were hungry and cold, and the delicious food on the stove was the rare delicacy he had been dreaming about.

He knew it was an illusion. No matter how delicious that thing was, it was definitely not a rare delicacy. The only thing that made him have this illusion was hunger!

The rich sour aroma was like a soul-snatching messenger, and my stomach began to cramp uncontrollably.

The sour taste will be very pungent when it reaches a certain level, but Xiao Wang’s sour fragrance is controlled extremely precisely, right at the critical point between fragrance and pungent.

Seeing Wang Fan's unbelievably young face again, Chen Menglong couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this boy's future achievements are probably limitless!
This was actually a bold attempt by Wang Fan.

The main inspiration came from the French meal I had yesterday.

French cuisine creates a sense of hunger from the very beginning, and the small portions are meant to prevent people from feeling full. The sour soup left a deep impression on Wang Fan.

He didn't want to incorporate that flavor into his own dishes, so he took a different approach and chose to start with the smell.

The potatoes were taken out again, and this time Wang Fan did not put the potatoes back into the pan until the oil temperature rose to 8% hot.

After 30 seconds, the potatoes are taken out, and they are golden yellow mixed with caramel color. When you shake the colander, you can hear the "crunching" and "crunching" sounds made by the potatoes colliding with the colander, which shows how crispy the potatoes are.

After taking out the potatoes, Wang Fan turned down the heat again and waited until the oil temperature dropped a little before putting new potatoes into the pan to fry.

He didn't believe that this pot of potatoes was enough for the athletes to share. Firstly, he believed in his cooking skills, and secondly, he believed in the athletes' appetite.

Although they control their weight, their daily consumption is huge and their demand for food is naturally great. They just need to control their diet reasonably.

However, with the competition approaching, adjusting the mentality is far more important than controlling food, so the coaches have not been controlling the diet much in the past few days.

Just as Wang Fan poured a spoonful of hot oil on the dry ingredients, a large group of athletes walked into the restaurant on time.

After a whole morning of training, everyone was a little tired and seemed to walk weakly. But after entering the restaurant and smelling the intoxicating aroma, everyone's eyes lit up.

"Gulu..."

"Gu..."

Chang Yixian smelled the sour and spicy aroma as soon as he entered the door. He was prone to hunger, so as soon as the smell entered his nose, he felt his stomach twitching wildly, and he could even clearly hear the sound of his stomach growling with hunger.

His eyes fixed, and he walked inside at a brisk pace. At the innermost part was Wang Fan's snack section.

He is not slow, but some people are faster than him.

A few young men rushed past him like a gust of wind and headed straight for Wang Fan.

Chang Yixian was born in 97. Although he is not old, he is still an old man in the Olympic delegation composed mostly of people born in the 00s. Many young people who are only sixteen or seventeen years old are in the stage of growing up. As soon as they entered the restaurant, they felt starving.

When they smelled the aroma that made their mouths water, they all started running unconsciously.

Zhuo Qianqian took out a stack of small lunch boxes, and she quickly put the potatoes and tofu that Wang Fan had poured into two large plates into the lunch boxes.

Seeing the red and golden potatoes and tofu that were constantly emitting heat, the eyes of the people in the front row almost glowed green.

"Oh my goodness, this smells so good, doesn't it?"

"Just smelling the scent will definitely make you dizzy."

"Boss Wang's food is so delicious! I feel so full of energy just thinking about being able to eat something so delicious after training."

"Hehe, I feel like I have endless energy after eating this delicious food from Brother Wang. I have to win the medal with this buff."

"The only thing that makes me feel uncomfortable is the limited quantity. After the competition, if I win the gold medal, I will definitely go to Boss Wang to have an unlimited meal."

(End of this chapter)