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

Chapter 508 - Yuhuatai

All good things must come to an end, and today is the time for Wang Fan to say goodbye to Director Liu.

"Thank you for your care these past few days, Director Liu. We will be leaving tomorrow."

Although Director Liu was a little reluctant, he still smiled and said, "Boss Wang is different from all the internet celebrities I know. You have become the first idol I want to follow."

Wang Fan said, "Your zoo is different from all the zoos I know. I hope you can continue to run it and make it better and better."

"Lend your blessings."

"See you soon."

Looking at the two people leaving in such a carefree manner, Liu Yuan just hoped that they could continue to be so carefree.

Watching Wang Fan squatting down and carrying Zhuo Qianqian on his back, he couldn't help but think of his wife and children.

It’s time to go back home today.

As for the fact that today's daily passenger flow exceeded 8, we can also share it with them as a surprise.

There are many fun places in Nanjing. As the ancient capital of six dynasties, there are many luxurious scenic spots and tourist attractions.

Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, Presidential Palace, Confucius Temple, Niu Shou Mountain, Qinhuai River, Da Baoen Temple, etc. are all well-known scenic spots in the country.

But Wang Fan did not go, but chose to go to Yuhuatai.

The most famous thing about Yuhuatai is of course the Yuhuatai Martyrs Cemetery, which is one of the earliest and largest national martyrs cemeteries.

The Yuhuatai Martyrs Cemetery is extremely large. Although it is built in a solemn and dignified manner, the scenery is breathtaking.

Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian had no interest in enjoying the scenery.

As you enter from the North Gate, you can see nine huge sculptures depicting their execution scenes.

9 is the extreme number. It does not mean that there are only 9 martyrs here. There are 1519 martyrs whose names have been left here, and there are more than tens of thousands of martyrs whose names have not been left here.

The buildings in Yuhuatai are basically all unique in their own way.

建成于1989年，高度为42.3米的烈士纪念碑，是因为南京解放于1949年4月23日。

In front of the monument is a five-ton statue of a martyr with shackles on his hands. In front of the statue is a perpetual lamp, the flame of which was taken from the top of Mount Tai, where Wang Fan had visited, symbolizing that the martyr's life is more important than Mount Tai.

After the two men walked all the way to the East Martyrdom Site holding flowers, they saw that there were already many people here and many flowers were placed on the ground. What surprised them the most was that there were many pregnant women and children among these people.

The children did not act mature and steady like little adults, but chased and played around the park innocently. When the park staff saw them, they just smiled and had no intention of intervening.

The pregnant women, on the other hand, rubbed their bellies with one hand and muttered quietly, "I need to find out if there's anyone with the last name Zhao. I hope my baby can inherit your will."

"Anyone who wants to leave can come into my belly and see this prosperous China that you have protected and built."

"If anyone is willing to go, come into my belly. It doesn't matter if there are more than one. I can afford to support them all."

Hearing these whispers, both of their eyes became moist for some reason.

There was also an elderly lady with a happy face who did not seem to be here to pay tribute to the martyrs, but rather to fulfill a vow.

"Thank you brothers for protecting my child."

Later, when I heard a few aunts chatting, I found them both a little amused and helpless.

It turned out that a few days ago, the aunt's grandson suddenly became listless. He went to the hospital but they couldn't find out what was wrong with him. He consulted a fortune teller who said he was scared and that he would have to spend several thousand dollars to get rid of the unclean things.

The aunt was displeased when she heard this. Isn't this taking advantage of me? In this day and age, are there still people who believe that humans can drive away unclean things?
Without saying a word, the aunt brought her grandson to the Martyrs' Cemetery despite her family's objections.

Unexpectedly, the child was already full of energy the next day, and hers was among those children running around.

The aunt said proudly, "How can a human like him drive away unclean things? Can he be as good as the brothers in our martyrs' cemetery? They have to tuck their tails between their legs when anything comes!"

……

After coming out of the Martyrs' Cemetery, the two of them got on their motorcycles and started wandering around.

It was inconvenient to drive around in that big RV, and there happened to be a space for a motorcycle on the car, so Wang Fan simply bought one.

I have to say that sometimes a motorcycle is really not comparable to a car, especially when your girlfriend is sitting on the back seat. The joy of getting up and stopping is something that only those without experience can experience.

There are many delicious foods in Nanjing, and Wang Fan and his friend ate to their heart's content, but mostly snacks.

There were pot stickers that Wang Fan had once made, Gou'erxiang's braised noodles, icy sweet tofu pudding, soup dumplings from Jinghua Soup Dumpling Shop No. 1, Zhao Ming's egg pies, dry spare ribs from Fuyuan Street, and large wontons with egg yolk and meat...

The various snacks on Fuyuan Street are all very unique in taste and variety, and every business is pretty good. It really gives Wang Fan the same feeling that even if you fail at a big restaurant, you will never be disappointed at a snack stall.

While eating, his taste buds were analyzing other people's ingredients and shortcomings, and he quickly incorporated the improvements into his own menu.

After eating and drinking and returning to the RV, Wang Fan remembered that his mission seemed to be completed.

"Ding."

"mission completed."

"Mission Reward: Permanent use of 'Three Hundred Ways to Eat Duck'."

"Special mission accomplished."

“Quest Reward: Duck Blood Vermicelli Soup Recipe (Golden Legend)”

After clicking the receive button, Wang Fan felt a golden recipe appear in his mind.

After automatically thinking "Wow, Golden Legend", he grabbed the recipe.

This was his first gold-rated cookbook, so naturally he was full of curiosity.

“Cooking is like being a person; the quality of your dishes reflects your character. Cooking is not difficult. The hard part is understanding the true meaning of cooking and integrating yourself into your dishes. That’s what makes a truly delicious dish.”

When Wang Fan saw the first sentence at the beginning, he couldn't help but gasp.

My goodness, is this the same as those sword-making masters, who have to use the sword-making masters' flesh and blood to sharpen the sword?
So do I have to wait until the pot of duck blood and vermicelli soup is almost ready and then jump in to offer sacrifices to the pot?
I quickly turned the page, fearing that the second page would describe the 365 psychological activities before entering the pot and the 36 postures of entering the pot.

But fortunately, it is none of those, but only one big word - heart!

“Only food cooked with sincerity can have the best taste.”

Wang Fan nodded, it felt like a chef’s cooking.

Turning the page again, there were the weights and cooking methods of various ingredients. Wang Fan compared them with some recipes he had seen by chance in his mind, and he didn't feel there was much difference.

However, all the procedures had very strict time requirements, even accurate to the second, which made Wang Fan frown.

He understands each ingredient differently, so the cooking time for each ingredient is different. How can he possibly follow one standard?

But he decided to give it a try.

(End of this chapter)