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

Chapter 54-Confirmed by eye contact

Wang Fan opened the food storage box, and found three very deep basins stacked together. The fillings inside were pressed firmly, and he just had to stir them when he needed to use them.

After moving the steamed buns making equipment into the car, the Qiling Hongguang, which has no rear seats, can really hold a lot of things. It is indeed a little entrepreneurial expert. Even if the stove and steamer are installed, there is more than enough space.

He looked at the time and it was only 4:15, so he would still have time to make the buns after he got there, and the first pot of buns would be just right by the time the diners started ordering.

At this time, there were few cars even on the Fifth Ring Road, and Wang Fan had a smooth journey all the way to Tiantongyuan Community.

I looked at the time and it only took about 20 minutes on the way.

"I seem to be getting faster and faster..."

Wang Fan muttered something, found a place and started unloading the car.

The stalls set up in the morning are basically fixed, and each stall owner is very conscientious in cleaning up his own area. Everyone knows that it is not easy to relax the policy. If the stall is really smelly, there will be no business in the future.

Wang Fan's location has also been fixed. It is the location where he set up his stall on the first day. This location is quite remote and no one is willing to compete with him.

The temperature in the imperial capital is around minus ten degrees Celsius at four or five in the morning. It's not as hot as in Dongshan Province, but it's definitely not pleasant.

Wang Fan, wrapped in a military coat, was so cold that he kept stamping his feet until the gas stove was set up and the broth was boiled. Only with the hot steam coming out of the broth did his whole body feel a little warmer.

I took out a simple dust-proof fence made of plastic cloth, surrounded the chopping board with it, and then sat down to knead the dough.

The dough is already fermented, you just need to knead it to squeeze out the air, then cut it into pieces and roll it into dough sheets before using it directly.

Fortunately, the dough was warm, otherwise Wang Fan's hands would have been frozen after rubbing it a few times, and he would have forgotten about making buns.

He first rolled out about 200 doughs, and then started to make the filling.

The filling itself was ready, but it was pressed very firmly by the system. When Wang Fan stirred it, it seemed that there was more filling.

At this moment, the steam from the steamer has become thicker, Wang Fan has also warmed up, and his slender fingers can operate flexibly again.

Soon, the buns full of small wrinkles were neatly placed in the steamer.

"Young boss, your bun-making skills are amazing. I've never seen anyone make buns so quickly with just one hand. You made a bun in the blink of an eye. I almost thought I was seeing things."

Wang Fan looked up and saw Lao Liu standing in front of the stall wearing a Tai Chi suit and holding a Tai Chi sword.

There was a small electric light on top of his bald head, which looked brighter than the light from a distance.

There are no street lights at this time and the sun hasn't come out yet, so it's pitch black all around. I guess having a light would make it easier for him to exercise.

Wang Fan has become quite familiar with Old Liu these past few days, and they are not too reserved when getting along: "Uncle Liu, so early."

Old Liu chuckled, "Old people sleep less, unlike you young people... Oh, no, you're the exception. You should be up earlier than me. By the way, this is the first time I've seen you making dumplings here. In the past, you always made them and brought them here. Looks like today you'll be in for a treat, eating these freshly-made dumplings."

Wang Fan said, "I also find it tiring to run back and forth. As for the buns fresh out of the pan, I think they are not as delicious as the ones I've been letting sit for a while."

He had a mask on his mouth, so he wasn't afraid of droplets when he spoke.

Old Liu stood on tiptoe to look at the stuffing and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement: "Wow, this is shredded pork with fish flavor and mapo tofu. Looks like I'm in for a treat today. These two dishes are my favorites."

Wang Fan: "Please wait a moment. I estimate that I can finish the first batch in about 20 minutes by kneading and steaming."

Old Liu nodded: "Okay, then I'll go for a walk first."

Wang Fan lowered his head and continued to work, and soon finished wrapping four steamed buns.

Then I turned up the heat and waited for the buns to be cooked. White steam continued to rise from the steamer, making it look like the gods in the old version of Journey to the West.

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Officer Zhong, with a pair of panda eyes, arrived at Tiantongyuan Community just after five o'clock.

I had set the alarm, but I was tossing and turning at night and couldn't sleep because I was worried. At around 4 o'clock in the morning, I really couldn't sleep, so I just got up and drove over.

When Officer Zhong saw the lights on and smoke surrounding yesterday's stall, his eyes immediately lit up and he felt delighted.

I don’t believe that I won’t be able to eat buns today!

Officer Zhong walked to Wang Fan's stall with steady steps.

Feeling someone approaching, he looked up and saw a policeman standing in front of him.

Wang Fan was stunned. He stopped what he was doing and asked uncertainly, "Uncle police, what's going on? Are you not allowing us to set up stalls?"

Isn't this system justified by its existence? Why did the police come to our door?

I haven't heard that stalls are not allowed here anymore?
Officer Zhong frowned, thinking that he was only 24 years old. Even if he looked a little older, he wouldn't let a man in his twenties call him uncle, right?
"Don't be nervous or overthink it, I'm just here to buy some buns. Also, you can call me Officer Zhong or Zhong Xin. I'm just 24, and I really can't bear to be called uncle by you!"

Officer Zhong emphasized the word "uncle".

Wang Fan smiled awkwardly, mainly because he was used to calling him "police uncle" and he slipped up for a moment, not noticing that the person in front of him was not very old.

Wang Fan was relieved when he heard it was a bun-buying customer. "The fish-flavored shredded pork buns will be ready soon, but the mapo tofu buns will take a few minutes. Would you like a few first?"

Officer Zhong looked straight into Wang Fan's eyes through his hat with a pair of sharp eyes.

Although the test results showed that there was no problem, it had been reported once after all, so he wanted to see it for himself.

If that kind of thing really was put there, the boss would not be unaware of it, and he would definitely feel guilty when facing the police. I can definitely see it with my eyes.

Wang Fan's eyes were as clear as a stream.

Well, if you want to say it's the clear and stupid look of an ordinary college student, that's not wrong.

College students with good kidneys have eyes as clear as stream water, while those with poor kidneys have dull eyes and sunken eye sockets.

The trace of vigilance in Officer Zhong's heart automatically disappeared.

He did not see timidity in Wang Fan's eyes, but instead saw something else.

like.

Of course he doesn’t like me, and he is not a stunning beauty.

It is a kind of love that comes from the heart for what you do.

I have that kind of look.

No matter how hard or tired I am, this look will never disappear from my eyes.

A person who loves what he does so much will not taint his work by adding things that are harmful to others.

(End of this chapter)