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

Chapter 488 - Opening - Lemon Dry Fried Duck Leg

Today is Monday, 6: AM.

The two most convenient things about Wang Fan driving his big RV are: one is that he doesn’t have to find a place to stay, and the other is that the kitchen can be set up in 10 minutes.

Forty to fifty square meters of space is enough for him and Zhuo Qianqian to have a good time. Many of the houses rented by office workers in the capital are less than 20 square meters.

After a morning run at the zoo, the two began to prepare for business.

The kitchen part of the RV expands outward, making the entire space larger again.

The purchased ingredients have been delivered. He bought white-feather duck legs. Today he plans to make a simple lemon-fried duck leg.

He opened the restaurant quite early, but the diners were just as anxious as he was.

The zoo opens at 8:7, and cars have already started arriving before :.

They first found a place to park the car, and then a group of people got out of the car and ran towards the north gate. The north gate was naturally where Wang Fan's RV was located.

When these people get together, they all know what the other person is doing without asking.

"Oh my, I thought I was the only one who came so early, but I didn't expect there are so many foodies."

"I finally managed to get Boss Wang here, how could I not get in line early?"

"Of course not. I just don't know what Boss Wang is cooking. But it doesn't matter. Whatever Boss Wang cooks will surely be delicious."

"When I come to Nanjing, I have to eat duck. I just wonder how good Boss Wang is at cooking duck."

"Hiss...there's something wrong with what you said. I think you're driving."

"Still feeling that? The wheels are right on my face. This isn't a car heading to the kindergarten. I need to get off."

While these people were chatting and laughing, they were already close enough to see Wang Fan's domineering RV.

Zhang Xinmiao looked at the RV and said with a bright look in his eyes, "Boss Wang, is the door open? I saw smoke coming out of it."

After hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up and they hurriedly looked towards the RV. Sure enough, they saw a few wisps of white smoke rising.

"Making breakfast, I guess?"

"It's possible. It's breakfast time right now."

"If we go there with our faces licked, can we get some food?"

"Isn't this not good?"

"Hey? Didn't you just say it wasn't okay? Why are you walking so fast?"

Wang Fan was indeed cooking, after all, the two of them needed to eat in the morning.

What I made was the lemon-dried fried duck legs that I am going to sell today.

The bones of the white-feather duck legs were removed, and the duck meat was cut into large pieces. Light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, oyster sauce, and black pepper were put into the bowl containing the duck legs for marinating. A lemon was picked up and the lemon juice was squeezed directly into the bowl. The refreshing and sour taste was so intoxicating that Wang Fan himself couldn't help drooling.

Add a spoonful of starch and mix well. While marinating, remove the bones of the other duck legs.

After marinating for about 20 minutes, I put a large basin of boneless duck legs in it, washed my hands and started cooking.

The frying pan was already on the fire. The duck leg meat was taken out of the marinating basin and placed directly into the frying pan with the skin side down without adding any oil. The frying pan was soon filled with the meat.

He had a normal appetite in the morning, but Zhuo Qianqian had a good appetite.

As the duck skin touched the frying pan, the sound of oil popping began to be heard continuously. The oil contained in the duck skin was gradually released and soon gathered in a small layer at the bottom of the frying pan. The rich aroma of meat also gradually began to be released.

The fat in the duck skin dissipates, and the duck skin becomes thinner. After the baptism of time, the color also turns into an attractive maroon color.

Wang Fan was not in a hurry to eat the duck meat, as it had not yet reached the limit of temperature that could bring it deliciousness.

The color of the duck skin gradually darkened, the sound of the oil popping became more and more rapid, and the rich meaty aroma seemed to be mixed with a hint of a mushy taste.

Zhuo Qianqian held the bowl in one hand and the chopsticks in the other, staring at the duck meat in the frying pan with sparkling eyes, like a greedy girl waiting to be fed by an adult.

The corners of Wang Fan's mouth curled up unconsciously. It is definitely every chef's dream to have such a little greedy cat who loves food.

You spend so much effort to make it, but you are afraid that no one will appreciate it. You just say it is delicious but you are full after just a few bites. Which chef can believe that you are speaking the truth?

Wang Fan picked up the pot and pushed and pulled it quickly, and the duck meat pieces in the pot turned over obediently. Even the few that were too lazy to turn over were forced to turn over by him with chopsticks.

After frying for a while, a strong burnt aroma began to spread. It seemed that both sides were almost fried. After pouring the duck meat in the pot into the plate, without washing the pot, I directly poured onions, garlic, chili peppers and sliced ​​and seeded lemons into the pot.

The duck oil remaining in the pot directly brings out the aroma of several side dishes. The rich and refreshing aroma is mixed with the heat of chili peppers. Just smelling it is enough to make people salivate.

Wang Fan had just taken a deep breath when he saw a dozen uninvited guests in front of him. They were staring at the frying pan, biting their lips, as if they were afraid that their saliva would inadvertently turn into a flood.

Wang Fan asked curiously, "Who are you?"

Cheng Feifan slurped his food and chuckled, "Boss Wang, we are all your fans. We came all the way here just to buy some delicious food from you, hehehe."

Wang Fan looked back at his watch speechlessly and said, "It's too early for you guys, isn't it? The business hasn't even opened yet."

Cheng Feifan said, "We're thinking of coming earlier so we can get in line. You've finally come to Nanjing, and if we can't get a meal because we're late, wouldn't that be a huge loss?"

Then he pointed to the pot and said, "What are you doing? I've been in Nanjing for so many years and I've never eaten duck cooked this way."

Wang Fan explained, "I just made it myself. Pan-fried duck legs with lemon."

Cheng Feifan licked his lips: "Um... can you sell us some?"

Wang Fan said with a smile: "Hey, brother, this is our breakfast. I haven't opened yet. We just finished exercising and are almost starving now."

Cheng Feifan and the others were very disappointed, but they couldn't say anything else. They couldn't just steal someone else's breakfast, could they? This was a bit unkind.

But this little taste is really terrible!
The sour lemon flavor is just like Lu Bu, completely destroying their appetite with ease.

The smell of lemon stimulated the duck meat, and the already slight fishy smell completely disappeared, and the slight taste of pepper and onion was added.

Hey!
Are you going to die?!
Cheng Feifan thought this was ridiculous.

Nanjing wow!
No duck can get out of Nanjing alive!

I have lived here for more than 30 years and have eaten at every street and alley, but I have never eaten duck cooked in this way!

The absurdity of this incident is just like the Chinese national football team losing to Sakura 7-0, which is totally impossible.

After all, the football team that Old Wang formed in order to curry favor with Xiao Yinghua lost 6-0.

(End of this chapter)