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

Chapter 546-People’s sense of taste will deteriorate as they get older!

"Hey? Xiaojie, are you saying that you changed the recipe for your fried five-spice?"

"What? The recipe has changed? Then I have to try it. I've been eating it for more than ten years and they suddenly changed the recipe. I want to try something new."

"Oh? Ajie has come to his senses? He even knew to change the recipe? But if you change the recipe and cut corners, don't blame me for not supporting you in the future."

Brother Jie took the food box and went to the vegetable market to find his old neighbors, ready to let them try his newly made fried five-spice food.

When the old neighbors heard that Brother Jie had changed the recipe, they were very interested. Since the busiest time was over now, they just got together.

Mr. Fang picked up a fried five-spice tofu and looked at it carefully, but he couldn't see any difference. He smelled it and it still had the aroma of fried tofu skin.

"It doesn't look like anything has changed. They've probably only changed the filling."

Carefully holding the small piece of fried five-spice cake, Mr. Fang opened his mouth and took a bite.

"Click..."

The crispy texture is exactly the same, and even if your teeth are not good, you will still have no problem eating it.

Mr. Fang is already quite old and has lost a lot of teeth, but the fewer teeth he has, the more he likes to chew hard things. This fried five-spice cake is one of the few hard things he can bite now.

As he bit the crispy skin, Mr. Fang reflexively took a sip. Just now, he actually felt something was about to flow out of his mouth!

Although he is very old, he doesn't think he is at the age where he can't control his saliva.

"what is this?"

Mr. Fang was a little confused, but also a little surprised. He already knew that what was about to flow out was not saliva, because saliva would not have such a delicious smell.

Feeling the once familiar sweet taste flowing in his mouth, Mr. Fang felt a little emotional.

"Come on, try it. This is what it tasted like before. No, it's even better than before."

As soon as Mr. Fang said this, the old neighbors reached out and took a piece each.

As soon as the food entered their mouths, the fresh and mellow taste instantly made their eyes light up.

This tastes good!
"Hey, this modification is okay? Not only does it taste better, but it also makes it smoother when eaten."

"It's also more juicy, and it feels moist after eating, not dry at all."

"The taste is also more fresh, sweet and rich. This is delicious."

"Ajie, that poor guy, finally threw away the old recipe. This one is pretty good now."

"Yeah, I also think this one tastes better now. The stuff inside is fun to chew, it's crispy, tender and juicy."

Mr. Fang patted Brother Jie on the shoulder and said, "Scumbag, you finally got it. If you don't get it, all of us will stop eating at your place."

"Ah? Why?"

Brother Jie was a little stunned by what Mr. Fang said. He really couldn't understand why Mr. Fang said such a thing, and the meaning of his words really shocked him.

Mr. Fang said angrily, "You poor boy! Don't you know that the fried five-spice noodles you make are becoming less and less flavorful?"

Brother Jie was a little confused: "But I didn't change the ingredients. I weighed everything myself. There's no way there's a problem."

Uncle Fang said angrily, "You are such a loser. Look at how old we are. Our sense of taste deteriorates with age. What tasted good to us before must have tasted bland now. I've told you so many times, but you still don't change. I'm really pissed off." Brother Jie opened his mouth wide, "When you said that before, I thought you wanted me to sell more to people in the north..."

Old Man Fang snorted and said, "Luckily, you've finally gotten the hang of it. What you made today tastes even better than what we had before."

……

Despite Brother Jie's repeated attempts to keep them, Wang Fan and Shen Teng still refused.

For Wang Fan, it was just a small favor, so there was no need to act like a savior.

After eating at the vegetable market in the morning, Shen Teng took Wang Fan to wander around, visiting all the food streets. At noon, he took Wang Fan to a store called "Shaojiu Pei".

It was naturally easier for Wang Fan to have a local take care of him. He didn't ask or say anything, and he would eat wherever Shen Teng took him.

After Shen Teng ordered the dishes, he explained to Wang Fan, "Brother Wang, this 'Shaojiupei' is the transliteration of 'appetizers' in our Minnan dialect. It's usually a place where a few friends get together after work to eat and chat. The dishes here are the most local. I ordered a few local specialties. We can order more if we don't have enough."

Wang Fan nodded: "This is your territory, you have the final say, but I have gained a lot from what I ate this morning."

After all, Xiamen cuisine still belongs to Fujian cuisine, one of the eight major cuisines. Although Fujian cuisine in a narrow sense refers only to Fuzhou, it later developed into three schools: Fuzhou, Southern Fujian, and Western Fujian, which is the broad sense of Fujian cuisine. Xiamen cuisine can be included in it, so naturally it has its own unique features. There is nothing to complain about it.

Not long after the two sat down, the dishes began to be served one after another. The first dish was fish with soybean paste.

On the plate was a silvery-white fish cut into five sections. In addition to some coriander decoration, there was also a small dish of golden bean paste.

Shen Teng didn't introduce it, but kept it a secret: "Brother Wang, can you taste the production process of this fish?"

Wang Fan smiled and said, "Want to test me again?"

"You've lived in the north for years, so you can't possibly know everything about how we eat in the south, right?"

Wang Fan picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish: "Let me try it."

The fish meat is at room temperature when you put it in your mouth, so it seems that this is a cold dish.

The fish meat is very soft and turns into a paste when pressed by the tip of the tongue. It has a soft texture when chewed.

The most significant feature of this fish dish can be summed up in one word: fresh.

This is a dish that fully utilizes the geographical advantage. I'm afraid it was sent to the restaurant as soon as it came ashore. The delicious taste does not require any seasoning at all.

Wang Fan picked up another piece of fish with chopsticks and dipped it in the bean paste. When he put it in his mouth, the delicious taste of the fish had some saltiness of soy milk and the fragrance of soybeans. The whole taste and level of change were instantly improved by several orders of magnitude.

Wang Fan couldn't help but nod. There was really nothing wrong with the taste. It could be said that no tricks were better than anything else.

"This fish must have been cleaned and steamed directly after arriving at the restaurant, and then cooled before becoming a dish. The freshness of the fish is what makes it so appealing. The bean paste is probably Puning bean paste, which is golden in color and has a salty, sweet flavor. Paired with this incredibly fresh fish, it creates a unique flavor."

Shen Teng gave a thumbs up: "Amazing, you are worthy of being my brother Wang, what you said is absolutely right."

Wang Fan said, "It seems this shop must be one of your treasure shops. The fish here is very fresh, not the kind that is sold as inferior goods."

Apart from anything else, he really attaches great importance to this point. In his opinion, those who use trough meat, dead fish and rotten shrimps in order to make more money are not catering people at all.

He had no contact with anyone before, but after he became more and more famous, many people wanted to cooperate with him, and some even wanted to use his recipes and name for pre-prepared dishes. He was quite disgusted with this. When Zhuo Qianqian searched for that company and found out that they used caotou meat in making preserved vegetable braised pork, he completely gave up the idea of ​​cooperating with any company.

The catering industry needs a piece of pure land!
(End of this chapter)