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

Chapter 554-Yellow Ferrari and Chongqing Hotpot
In the end, the yellowfin tuna that Wang Fan caught never made it to the shore and became food on the third day of the mission.

This tuna also helped Wang Fan complete his mission successfully and obtain the coveted golden legendary recipe - Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

However, he cannot make this dish at the moment. The required skills are secondary. The time requirement is really high. It will take at least three days to make one dish.

Before he knew it, it was already Thursday, and Wang Fan suggested returning home.

When Zhuo Qianqian heard that Wang Fan was going to Chongqing, she had to go with him no matter what. It was the weekend, so she planned to fly directly to Chongqing on Friday night. Wang Fan would disembark today and then head straight to Chongqing.

Shen Teng was very reluctant to see Wang Fan leave, not only because he was reluctant to leave the delicious food made by Wang Fan, but also because he was one of the few friends he had. However, he could only wish Wang Fan a safe journey and could not go out with him to have fun because he was already at the age to inherit the family business.

In a few days, I will be starting a job at his family's company, and my starting position will be director, a position that many people cannot reach in their entire lives.

Looking at Shen Teng with a bitter face, Wang Fan really wanted to kick him. The key point was that this guy was not being pretentious, but really didn't want to do it. This was really infuriating.

After sending you thousands of miles away, there will always be a farewell. Wang Fan waved goodbye, leaving behind a handsome figure, turned around, got on his RV, and headed towards Chongqing.

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Chongqing Airport.

Wang Fan was waiting for Zhuo Qianqian at the airport wearing a mask. He did not drive to the airport but took the bus instead, because Zhuo Qianqian wanted to experience a yellow Ferrari.

Although we hadn't seen each other for only a week, I was still very excited when I saw that figure running towards me.

Zhuo Qianqian jumped directly into Wang Fan's arms, and their inseparable appearance made the crowd of onlookers envious.

When she came to see Wang Fan, she didn't even need to bring any luggage. She could just carry her own small bag. The car was full of all the necessary items, which was very convenient.

There was a taxi stand just outside the airport. The two waited in line for a while and then got on the legendary taxi.

Wang Fan keenly discovered that the taxi sign on the roof of Chongqing taxis was different from those in other places. It was the first time he saw the sign placed vertically.

The driver was a thin man in his 40s with an easygoing smile on his face. Wang Fan jokingly asked, "Master, why is the license plate of your taxi placed vertically? Isn't it to reduce wind resistance?"

The driver chuckled. "How could that be? It's purely for aesthetics. Please fasten your seatbelts. We're off now."

When outsiders come to Chongqing, I'm afraid their first stop will be to visit an air-raid shelter hotpot restaurant. The most representative Chongqing delicacy is hotpot, and the most well-known is the air-raid shelter hotpot.

Zhuo Qianqian was so anxious when she left that she didn't even have dinner, and she didn't eat the meal on the plane either. Compared to that, Chongqing hotpot is definitely more tempting. She would only be hungry for three or four hours.

The driver drove very steadily, and Wang Fan felt that a lot of the information on the Internet was exaggerated. This idea was completely changed until Zhuo Qianqian said something suicidal. It was now 9 o'clock in the evening and there was still some traffic jam on the road. Zhuo Qianqian was afraid that she would starve to death on the road, so she said something silently.

"Master, we are in a hurry."

Wang Fan discovered that after hearing these words, his master seemed to have changed completely. Originally, he was like a sword put into a simple scabbard, with no sharpness at all. But when Zhuo Qianqian said this, it was like a sword was instantly pulled out and a gap was revealed.

Although it was not fully revealed, the hint of cold light that was revealed made Wang Fan feel overwhelming pressure.

The driver's voice became a little low and asked: "Dear brother, little sister, do you want to follow the navigation or follow me?"

Wang Fan felt that he should firmly say "Follow the navigation" at this moment. He already had a premonition that things were developing in an unusual direction.

But before he could finish his words, Zhuo Qianqian excitedly and decisively said, "Of course I'll follow you."

Firstly, she really wanted to experience driving a yellow Ferrari, and secondly, she was really hungry.

Wang Fan clearly felt the excitement of his master, and a classic quote by Zhang Chi automatically popped up in his mind - it has been a long time since anyone dared to let me drive fast.

"Oh, right, little sister, remember, in Chongqing, navigation is dead, but people are alive, oh..."

As soon as the last "Oh" came out of his mouth, Wang Fan felt a huge push on his back, and then his whole body instantly stuck to the backrest. Wang Fan quickly grabbed the armrest above the car window, and with his other hand quickly hugged Zhuo Qianqian.

The driver swerved the steering wheel while muttering, "Everyone's driving so slowly, why are you driving so slowly? Go take the light rail."

Wang Fan no longer had time to pay attention to what his master said. He had once again experienced the feeling of flying in front and being chased by the soul behind.

Just when he thought this was the fastest taxi, a yellow afterimage passed by his car in an instant and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The driver was immediately furious: "Hey, your wife is going to remarry, why are you driving so fast!"

Along the way, Wang Fan finally understood why Chongqing taxi drivers are as famous as the taxis themselves. They are really good at talking!
Taxi drivers in the capital are famous for their ability to chat. Once you get in their car, if you dare to start a conversation, they can chat with you forever about everything under the sun, including astronomy and geography.

The master from Chongqing is just a stand-up comedian.

"You're driving so slowly, you might as well be driving a wedding car! Why don't you just get out and walk?"

"The husky in my house runs faster than you."

"Yeah, the space next to you is so wide, but you insist on squeezing in with the two of us. You're such a jerk."

"Fuck!"

The last two words were not said by the master, but by Wang Fan.

"Master, did you just fly?!"

He clearly felt that his butt had just left the seat, and then he heard a "clang"!
The master said calmly: "How is it possible? My 1.6-liter naturally aspirated engine is a gas-powered car, how can it possibly fly?"

Wang Fan looked at Zhuo Qianqian, and Zhuo Qianqian nodded vigorously to indicate that she had felt it just now.

Wang Fan quickly said, "Master, please go a little slower. We are not in such a hurry..."

Because of the traffic, Wang Fan's navigation showed that it would take more than 100 minutes to get from the airport to the air-raid shelter hot pot restaurant. However, when the driver stopped the car steadily, the time displayed was just 50 minutes. However, considering that the driver had to go through the underground garage and drive down the stairs, he felt that the time was very reasonable.

But he felt that the number displayed on the master's speedometer was not the speed, but his own health value. The larger the number, the faster he died. It was really exciting.

The taxi fare was 55 yuan, but Wang Fan got to experience a low-altitude flying plane. He felt that if he didn't consider the fact that he almost lost his soul, it was really worth it. But at this moment he had to eat something to calm his nerves.

"Wow, Chongqing is so hot."

Zhuo Qianqian sighed as she got off the car.

I didn't feel anything just now because the air conditioning was on in the airport and the taxi, but as soon as I got out of the car, I felt a scorching air hitting my face.

It’s not the heat from the hot pot, it’s just that the temperature in Chongqing is so high.

It's hard for other cities to have temperatures above 30 degrees, but here in Chongqing, the temperature remains at 38 degrees, and occasionally exceeds 40 degrees.

Wang Fan stomped his feet to calm himself down, then pulled Zhuo Qianqian towards the hot pot restaurant.

There is a sign in front of you that says "The Second Largest Dongzi Hot Pot in the Universe".

When Wang Fan walked in and took a look, he was surprised. He really didn't expect that this air-raid shelter hotpot was actually in the air-raid shelter.

Although the long tunnel has been renovated and has many modern features, one can still vaguely see its original ancient appearance. A display screen reads "The total length is two kilometers, equivalent to six football fields."

"It really is an air-raid shelter, and it's so long."

When Zhuo Qianqian smelled the aroma of spices wafting from the air-raid shelter, her stomach started to growl uncontrollably. Wang Fan hurriedly pulled her inside.

Although it was almost 10 o'clock in the evening, there were still many people eating hot pot in the air-raid shelter. Three or five people gathered at a table, talking and laughing, eating and chatting, looking very comfortable.

This place is open until 2 a.m., so the two don't have to worry about catching the hot pot restaurant closing. If they rush to the restaurant just before closing, he would rather not eat.

At that time, both the waiters and the chefs were very resentful, and those who were not tactful might end up eating unexpected but subtle extras.

They found an empty table and sat down. Not long after they sat down, a waiter came over and asked them to order.

Wang Fan ordered a double-flavored hotpot, with a mildly spicy beef hotpot and a mushroom soup. It was his first time in Chongqing, so he didn't dare to challenge the spiciness of Chongqing.

In addition to beef and mutton, Wang Fan also ordered yellow throat, spicy beef, duck blood, braised chicken feet, shrimp slips, tripe, duck intestines, potato noodles, tribute vegetables, duck blood and crispy pork. Wang Fan's fighting ability is not very strong, and he can't resist Zhuo Qianqian's appetite, so this may not be enough.

The food is served very quickly here. The soup base was brought up shortly after the order was placed. It was a very large iron pot with a partition in the middle. The mushroom soup was average, but the base of the beef hotpot was piled up like a small mountain.

As the temperature in the pot rises, the chunks of butter base begin to melt, and soon an aroma mixed with the rich aroma of seasonings emanates.

The waiter started serving the dishes with the food cart, and soon the table was piled high.

Wang Fan fanned the air above the pot with his hands, smelled the aroma and began to analyze the seasoning inside. After a moment, he understood it clearly.

Zhuo Qianqian was almost going crazy with hunger. She picked up the tripe with long chopsticks and put it into the butter pot.

Wang Fan started to prepare the dipping sauce. After Zhuo Qianqian finished her preparation, he had finished preparing the dipping sauce.

Unlike the Didu hot pot which is dipped in sesame sauce, Chongqing hot pot is dipped in oil sauce, which is made by adding sesame oil to various side dishes and seasonings.

The soul of the oil dip is minced garlic. You don’t need to add anything else, but minced garlic is essential. Add some chili peppers and it will be a perfect dipping sauce.

She dipped the tripe in the oil dish, blew on it near her mouth, and then handed it to Wang Fan. Wang Fan opened his mouth and took it in. Only then did Zhuo Qianqian rinse it for him with a smile on her face.

As the tripe entered his mouth, Wang Fan felt that it was a wise decision to order a slightly spicy dish.

The fiery spiciness began to burn his lips as soon as it entered his mouth. This level of spiciness was at least extremely spicy in the imperial capital.

But putting aside the spiciness, Chongqing hotpot is well-deserved to be famous throughout China.

The sesame oil at room temperature has effectively lowered the temperature of the tripe, so it is not too hot. The tripe is very thick, but it does not affect the crispy and tender taste. The beef base is also stained with some of the unique aroma of beef. Coupled with the refreshing smell of the tripe itself and the rich plant aroma of the sesame oil, it is "very delicious" in Chongqing dialect.

Wang Fan picked up another piece of braised chicken feet, which was a specialty dish recommended by the waiter. The chicken feet were cooked very soft and melted in the mouth. When you sucked them with your mouth, you could feel the full gelatinous texture. The taste was salty, fragrant and slightly spicy. For a hot pot restaurant, this level is already top-notch.

The crispy pork gave Wang Fan some surprises. This dish can be said to be a must-have in Sichuan and Chongqing restaurants. It is indispensable in both stir-fry restaurants and hot pot restaurants.

The golden shell tastes crispy and crunchy, and the noodles are added with crushed peppercorns and chili peppers, which tastes spicy and fragrant. The meat strips inside are cooked to perfection, tender, juicy and full of flavor.

After tasting a few dishes, Wang Fan started to eat hot pot. He didn’t eat much himself, but mainly wanted to feed the little foodie who had been hungry for half a day.

Most of the ingredients he ordered were not suitable for cooking. Cooking for a long time would greatly affect the taste. Naturally, the ones he cooked were much more delicious than those made by Zhuo Qianqian herself.

Zhuo Qianqian of course accepted all the food Wang Fan offered her. It not only saved her the trouble of making the meat herself, but also made it taste better than what she made herself. The perfect taste added a lot of color to the ingredients, and basically reached the peak of their taste.

The only thing is that the quantity is a bit disappointing. A large plate of duck intestines looks like a lot, but it turns out to be a thin layer after you rinse it. Moreover, the intestines have shrunk, so you can only eat a few bites of the whole plate.

But the merits outweigh the flaws, the duck intestines are still crispy and tender, at least in terms of freshness, the dishes here are very good.

The duck blood here is somewhat similar to the one Wang Fan made before. The bright red duck blood is cut into large chunks and put into the pot to cook. When it is taken out, it still has that "duangduang" jumping feeling. However, no milk was added during the production process, which made the taste a little thin.

The shelf life of this kind of duck blood is only one day, and it basically never stays overnight, making it a very good hot pot ingredient.

Wang Fan planned to take Zhuo Qianqian on a tour of Chongqing over the weekend, focusing on eating and playing secondarily. They could skip playing, but they couldn't skip eating. Many fans asked him to compile a food guide after arriving in a city, so that they could avoid bad food when traveling there and still eat the best food. He planned to start this from Chongqing.

(End of this chapter)