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

Chapter 44-Fuck!

"Tsk, this guy is really good. Not only does he make delicious buns, but he's also fair-skinned and clean. He also uses stainless steel tongs to pick up the buns, which looks hygienic. I feel safe eating buns like this."

"That's right. When people get older, their stomachs become weak. Eating food from outside will cause stomach upset. I ate this young man's buns yesterday and nothing happened to me."

"The main thing is that it's delicious. Now my grandson doesn't ask for McDonald's Chicken anymore, he just wants buns."

A few middle-aged women were chatting while waiting in line, laughing from time to time, and the atmosphere was very good.

Just quickly...

"What?! It's only been half an hour and you tell me the beef buns are sold out??"

Uncle Wang was very angry: "I don't believe it! Look again! There are so many buns in your box! I don't believe there aren't at least one or two hidden inside!"

Wang Fan said helplessly, "Uncle, I made 500 beef buns in total. I was counting them just now, and there is indeed not a single one left."

The old man refused: "No, absolutely not! Look for it again!"

"Uncle, we're really out of beef buns. How about you try the minced pork and green beans? If you can handle spicy food, the hot pepper and eggplant ones are actually even better."

Seeing that Wang Fan really couldn't afford it, the sullen old man could only accept it helplessly: "Oh, this makes me so angry, next time, you should control them and don't let them buy so many, especially that old man Sun, who bought 30 by himself and he's not afraid of being stuffed to death! Limit their purchases! Give me 10 yuan worth of the minced meat and green beans and the chili and eggplant to try first. If they taste good, I'll buy more."

Wang Fan quickly picked up the tongs and picked up 5 buns with minced meat and green beans, and 7 buns with hot peppers and eggplant, put them in two plastic bags and handed them to the old man.

The old man didn't leave after taking it. He took out a piece of minced meat and green beans, looked at it, and then started eating it.

The meat and bean buns have less gravy than the mushroom and beef buns, but it is still enough to make your mouth drool.

Unlike the rich meaty aroma of shiitake mushrooms and beef, the vegetable fragrance of beans is much stronger.

But it doesn’t feel too plain, and the meaty flavor is just right.

When you take a bite, the beans are soft and chewy, and the texture of minced meat and meat particles, wrapped in the soft dough, blends into a very intoxicating feeling.

When Wang Fan was making the meat filling, he packed it very tightly. After steaming it, the filling inside was still a meatball and did not appear to be loose.

Generally, if you eat too much of this kind of meatball-like filling, you will feel sick of it. However, Wang Fan has the blessing of systematic recipes and experience, and the ratio of meat and vegetables is perfect. It neither seems to have no meat flavor, nor will it make you sick if you eat too much.

One word - absolutely!

"Wow, young boss, your cooking skills are truly authentic! I don't think there's another place in this city that can make food as delicious as yours."

The old man's accent was obviously that of a local from the imperial capital. People from the imperial capital always say what they think and are never stingy with their words.

Wang Fan said modestly with a smile on his face: "Thank you, sir. There is still a lot of room for improvement."

The old man glared at me and said, "Don't improve your cooking skills. I suspect you want to stuff me to death. I can eat 20 of yours now. If you make them any better, my stomach will burst."

The old man's words made the people queuing behind him burst into laughter, and they began to look forward to the minced meat and green bean buns.

The old man was still not satisfied after eating a bun, so he picked up a bun with spicy peppers and eggplant and put it in his mouth.

"Fuck!"

The old man couldn't help but swear after just two bites.

This bun... the texture of this bun...

"Fuck!"

The old man wanted to say something, but he had no idea how to describe it.

In a hurry, he opened his mouth and said, "What the hell!" These three "what the hell"s confused everyone behind him.

"Old Zhao, what the hell are you talking about? Is this delicious or not?"

"Look at his expression, can it be that he doesn't like the food?"

"Then why doesn't he tell me how it tastes, instead of just saying 'wow wow wow wow'?"

"Is there a possibility that he's at a loss for words?"

Uncle Zhao was indeed at a loss for words.

The taste and texture of this bun are as if it grew out of his heart.

When you take a bite, you will find it is soft, elastic, smooth, glutinous, fragrant, spicy and fresh.

The aroma of onion, ginger, garlic, eggplant and pepper blends perfectly together. When you take a bite, it seems that the aroma is emitting from the cracks in the bones.

After being steamed at high temperature, the eggplant and pepper become very soft and melt in the mouth. The essence of various seasonings is completely absorbed by the eggplant. The wonderful taste cannot be described in words.

"Give me another 10 yuan minced pork and green bean bun and 20 yuan hot pepper and eggplant bun."

Since I don’t know how to describe it now, just buy more, eat more, and eat it for a longer time. I don’t believe that I won’t be able to come up with an idea!
Standing behind Uncle Zhao was an uncle wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking very gentle and refined.

Seeing that Uncle Zhao had paid, he couldn't wait to push Uncle Zhao and said, "Get out of the way. You've been blocking my way for a long time. If you can't describe it, go play with the spoon handle and see how your brother describes it."

Uncle Zhao glared at him angrily and said unconvincedly, "You old fool, don't think you're that great just because you're a professor. I want to hear what you have to say."

Professor Jiang snorted and said, "Just hold it. Young man, give me one that costs 10 yuan. I want to taste what flavor can make Old Zhao so obsessed."

Wang Fan quickly picked up the buns and handed them to Professor Jiang, who put two brand new ten-yuan bills into the cash box.

Professor Jiang picked up a hot pepper and eggplant bun and squeezed it. He nodded and praised it, "The dough is soft and elastic, and what's rare is that it's so white. Even this can whet your appetite."

Uncle Zhao urged, "Stop talking nonsense and eat quickly."

Professor Jiang ignored him, held the bun close to his nose and took a deep breath. He knew it was the real thing as soon as he smelled the rich wheat aroma.

"Hmm, this aroma really reminds me of my childhood. Back then, being able to eat white flour steamed buns year-round was a blessing. I haven't had that feeling in years."

After sighing, Professor Jiang finally brought the bun to his mouth and took a small bite.

It can be seen that Professor Jiang pays great attention to his appearance in daily life. Not only does he dress meticulously, but he also chews his food slowly.

Although it was a very small bite, the skin of Wang Fan's bun was indeed very thin, and the filling could be bitten into with just a small bite.

Professor Jiang closed his eyes and savored the flavor of the bun with the tip of his tongue, and then he was stunned.

He looked down at the bun in disbelief, then took another bite as if he didn't believe it.

Everyone looked at Professor Jiang expectantly, wanting to hear how this old intellectual described the taste of the buns.

Professor Jiang finished the whole bun and only opened his eyes slowly after swallowing it all.

He glanced around briefly and closed his eyes again to think.

He suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Fuck!"

(End of this chapter)