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

Chapter 563 - Pork Ribs Stewed with Beans and Dry Pot Potato Chips

"Mom, don't forget to go to Guanyinqiao Vegetable Market to buy some vegetables today. They grow their own vegetables there, so they're fresh and cheap. Oh, and if you see someone selling food there, be sure to buy some. His food is absolutely delicious. Buy one for me too. My work is too far away to get there."

"Dad, you should go to Guanyin Bridge to buy groceries today. Make sure they're fresh. Don't come back to cook at noon. Just wait there. When the guy at the back finishes cooking, you can have a portion. I guarantee you'll enjoy it."

"Auntie, go to Guanyinqiao Vegetable Market to buy vegetables today. The vegetables there are all fresh and without pesticides."

When office workers are about to go out in the morning, they all start to remind their elders to go to Guanyinqiao Vegetable Market when buying vegetables.

"I know, I know. I started nagging about it last night. My ears are almost callused."

The elderly happily agreed to their children's requests, as their homes were not far away and it was just a matter of taking one or two more subway stops.

But what kind of magic does that vegetable market have that makes a child who doesn't even know which way the kitchen door opens actually care about where to buy fresh vegetables? It's really weird.

He also repeatedly mentioned a stall selling stir-fried dishes in the vegetable market. It was just stir-fried dishes, who doesn’t know how to stir-fry? How bad could the taste be?

With curiosity in their hearts, uncles, aunts, grandfathers and aunts from all walks of life set out to buy groceries.

The subway, which was not crowded originally, suddenly became a bit crowded.

Some of them knew each other because they often went shopping together. When they saw each other, they got together and started chatting.

"Hey? Where are you going to buy groceries, Sister Li?"

"Hey, my timid kid insisted I go to Guanyinqiao Vegetable Market to buy it, but I can just take the subway there."

"Hey? You too? My family also told me to go there to buy vegetables. They said that the vegetables there are all grown by themselves, so they are fresh and hygienic."

"Are you going to Guanyin Bridge too? I'm going there too. My child insisted on buying the stir-fried dish from the innermost portion. I don't know what's so special about a stir-fried dish. He even said he'd go on a hunger strike if he couldn't have it tonight."

"Hahaha, my child didn't say he was going on a hunger strike, but he still asked me to buy it for him."

"I don't know what the magic is in a stir-fry. So, after we buy the groceries, let's go shopping and buy some for lunch."

"Okay, let's do it."

A few aunts chatted as they got off the subway and walked towards the vegetable market. There were signs in the subway, so it was easy to find. They soon followed the signs to the vegetable market.

As soon as they arrived at the door, several aunts were shocked by the scene before them.

"Hey, are they having an egg sale here today? Why are there so many people?"

"I don't know. Is this market so famous?"

"Why do I feel like everyone in JB is coming here to buy groceries?"

It's no wonder that several aunts were shocked. This small vegetable market was bearing a number of people that it shouldn't have been able to handle given its size.

In the foggy city, it is rare to see people queuing up just to buy vegetables!

But if there are so many people coming, it means the food is good. The aunts looked at each other and none of them showed any intention of leaving, so they just walked into the queue and lined up.

The grandpas and aunts who came to sell vegetables today were very happy.

When have you ever seen such a scene?

How do you say that? Rubbing shoulders with each other!
Look at the people in this vegetable market, there are even more people than in a supermarket clearance sale.

Grandpa Jiang happily took out the bamboo shoots he had just dug, put them in small piles into baskets, and then started selling them.

His bamboo shoots are fresh, big and affordable, so people who buy vegetables want to buy a few to take home and cook.

In just over half an hour, all the bamboo shoots piled up like a small hill were sold out, and Uncle Jiang was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

The older woman who didn't buy any bamboo shoots refused to leave. She pointed at Uncle Jiang's small pile of bamboo shoots and asked, "Uncle, don't you have a small pile in that basket? Can you sell me some? The bamboo shoots here are fresher than those in the supermarket. I'd like to buy some to make soup."

Grandpa Jiang said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. These have been reserved and can't be sold. Why don't you come back tomorrow? I'll save some for you in advance."

The eldest sister said, "I really want to buy it. How about I pay a little more?"

The old man waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, it's not about the money. Someone really made a reservation in advance. I can't go back on my word, right? I'm so sorry."

Not only his, but the dishes of these grandpas and aunts are particularly popular today. The two-pound and three-pound ones are quickly sold out.

If these old people hadn't left a bunch of vegetables for Wang Fan, Wang Fan would probably have to go to other vegetable markets to buy goods today.

Wang Fan didn't come particularly early today. He went to another market to buy some seasonings. When he arrived, he was surprised to find that these grandfathers and aunts were sitting together, talking and laughing comfortably.

Seeing Wang Fan coming, Grandpa Jiang's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly stood up and said, "If you don't come soon, our dishes for today will be sold out, hahahaha."

Wang Fan glanced at the vegetable stalls next to him and found that they were indeed empty. Only in a few clearly displayed baskets could some vegetables still be vaguely seen.

"Are there a lot of people buying groceries today? Why don't you just sell them all? You don't have to save any for me."

Grandpa Jiang chuckled and said, "How can I eat your meal if I don't save some for you? The meal yesterday was so delicious that I, an old man, was still savoring the taste all night long, hahaha."

Wang Fan also smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I just went to buy some seasonings and will cook it soon. Today, all the grandparents are eating to their heart's content. Yesterday, our local kid paid for your meal in advance and said that our local grandparents can treat themselves."

Hearing Wang Fan's words, the elderly people's faces were moved. Some of them whose children were not around all year round could not help but wipe away their tears.

Wang Fan continued, "I just used the money to buy thermos buckets for all the grandpas and aunties. Take some back home after lunch and eat directly when you're hungry at night. You can also bring some food with you when you go out to sell vegetables in the future, so that you can at least eat something warm."

Grandpa Jiang patted Wang Fan's arms with his dry big hands. Given the height difference between them, it was really difficult for him to pat Wang Fan's shoulder.

"If anyone has a grandson like you, he will have trouble sleeping every day. He will wake up laughing after staying awake for a while."

Although Grandpa Jiang's words were a bit joking, what he said was all true. Don't think that what Wang Fan did were all trivial things. Even his grandson might not think of these things, and even if he thought of them, he might not do them.

Aren’t there any grandchildren around among so many elderly people?

There are so many!

How many of them can have a hot meal or drink hot water?

Wang Fan said, "It's not as outlandish as you say. I'm just offering gifts to the Buddha. It's all from the children of Fog City. They'll probably be delivered soon. While you're washing the vegetables, wash the thermos bucket as well. I'll take some back today. Also, I won't be offering a discount on today's vegetables. If I do, I'm afraid people will say I'm bullying the elderly and forcing prices down."

Grandpa Jiang said angrily, "That won't work. We agreed on an 20% discount, so it's 20% off. We insisted on selling it, so I don't want anyone to dare to talk nonsense!"

……

Yesterday, someone ordered a dish, and Wang Fan prepared it whenever he saw one that suited his taste. Today's menu included dry-pot potato chips, dry-pot cauliflower, stir-fried pork and bamboo shoots, spicy chicken, and stewed pork ribs with beans, along with a new pickled radish.

Pork ribs stewed with green beans is the most time-consuming, so it must be arranged first.

Generally, people in Northeast China use colored beans or wide beans to make this dish, but his grandparents sold green beans, so Wang Fan had to use green beans.

Green beans actually taste very good. The only problem is that if they are not cooked properly, they are poisonous and can cause diarrhea if eaten.

But there are plenty of ways to deal with Doujiao Wang Fan, so he will naturally not let this happen.

Wang Fan turned on the stove and placed an iron pot on it. He threw a few handfuls of Sichuan peppercorns into the pot and roasted them on low heat. Soon, a dry and fragrant aroma of Sichuan peppercorns wafted out.

People in the foggy city like spicy food, and the aroma of peppercorns is a perfect match. The appetite of grandpa and aunt was immediately aroused.

Old chefs in Northeast China never use five-spice powder or thirteen-spice powder when making pork ribs and green beans. They just roast a handful of Sichuan peppercorns and grind them into powder, which is better than any other seasoning.

After grinding the pepper powder, all the preparations were basically completed, and Wang Fan officially started today's production.

Pork ribs stewed with green beans. Although it is stewed with green beans, the green beans should not be added after the pork ribs are almost stewed. Otherwise, the green beans will not only have poor aroma and taste, but are also very easy to be undercooked.

After pouring oil into the pot and heating it to about 70% to 80% hot, Wang Fan directly poured the washed green beans into it.

There is much more oil in the pan than usual for stir-frying. This is done to fry the beans thoroughly and fragrantly.

"Bah..."

The beans were covered with water droplets, and when they were put into the frying pan, the oil would inevitably splash, and the sound of oil popping would continue to be heard.

But this was a small matter for the master chef, and he was not afraid of it at all. Not only did he not cover the lid, he also took out an iron spoon and kept stirring it.

The tender green green beans quickly turned into emerald green under the influence of the oil temperature, and some even had a slight tiger-skin color.

Wang Fan was about to pick up the cauldron when a rough voice rang out in his ears: "Hahaha, I knew it was you. Are you trying to control the oil content of the beans? Let me help you."

Just by hearing the voice, Wang Fan knew it was Brother Gang. "Brother Gang, what a coincidence?"

Brother Gang grabbed the iron pot's ear with one hand and helped Wang Fan lift it up. He said with a smile, "What a coincidence! My two failed early shifts are related to you. If this continues, I won't be able to shoot this series."

The two of them worked together to pour the beans into a colander beside them. Wang Fan responded while scrubbing the pot, "Forget about the previous incident. I don't know what happened afterwards, but I'm not taking the blame for it. I didn't do anything."

"I didn't kill Boren, but he died because of me. I wanted to give these uncles and aunts the early morning shift, but they insisted on keeping it and selling it to you. I wouldn't even raise the price. You're really amazing."

Wang Fan laughed heartily: "This is called sincerity for sincerity."

Grandpa Jiang couldn't help laughing after hearing what they said, "That's right, it's true for true. Even a blind man can see how good the young man is to us old bones. Naturally, we can't sell it to you."

With the addition of Brother Gang, not only did the atmosphere become more lively, but Wang Fan's efficiency also improved a lot.

After all, Brother Gang is a strong man who can cook, and it is difficult to find such a good kitchen helper.

Add plenty of oil to the pan, and add the spices into the pan at a ratio of one pound of pork ribs to one spice. Wait until the spices change color before adding the onion and ginger slices into the pan.

As soon as the aroma of ginger came out, Brother Gang poured the ribs soaked in blood water into the pot at Wang Fan's signal.

Wang Fan doesn’t like to blanch spareribs when cooking them, and the ribs and meat in stews are even more forbidden to be blanched. Not only will the aroma be reduced by half, but they will also become dry and hard.

Soak away the blood and stir-fry directly. Not only will the ribs not be tough, but the meat flavor will also be much richer.

The aroma of oil cannot be simulated no matter what seasoning you add.

After all the ribs were stir-fried, Wang Fan poured the pepper powder into the pot and continued to stir-fry.

Brother Gang watched it so carefully that he almost took out his cell phone to record it.

He also cooks delicious food for the students in the school. The food he learned from Boss Wang will definitely make the students extremely satisfied.

Seeing the Sichuan pepper powder, Gang Ge was a little confused: "Brother Wang, is this Sichuan pepper powder necessary? Can five-spice powder or thirteen-spice powder be substituted?"

Wang Fan shook his head: "The soul of this pot of meat is this pepper powder, it is absolutely indispensable."

Add Fujian old wine and a spoonful of soy sauce. Once the aroma of soy sauce comes out, add boiling water.

After the water boiled, the layer of pepper powder floated up. Wang Fan directly scooped out the pepper powder and a small amount of blood foam, and then covered the lid.

"This way you can set it aside and simmer it for half an hour before seasoning it."

After saying something to Brother Gang, Wang Fan took the potatoes out of the basin.

Potatoes are very productive. If an acre of land does not produce 5000 kilograms, it is considered not well grown.

The potatoes sold to Wang Fan were all yellow-heart potatoes. After being cooked, this type of potato will be softer and more glutinous, and it will be easier for them to absorb seasonings and flavors. They are more suitable for making dry pot than white-heart potatoes.

He didn't know whether his recipes could be considered Sichuan and Chongqing classics, so he just made them according to his own understanding of the Foggy City cuisine.

The washed potatoes have been peeled by the grandfathers, but the peeling is so thin that it has no recycling value at all. There is almost no extra potato flesh left.

Wang Fan arranged the potatoes, cut them into 4 long strips with a cross knife technique, and then arranged them side by side and cut them into 4 mm thin slices.

When all the potatoes are cut and the water in the pot is boiling, put them in to blanch them, and take them out as soon as the color turns darker.

Stir to remove excess water, put it in a large bowl, add potato starch, and coat the potatoes with a thin layer of starch using the original soup and food.

The starch is not very thick, and you can basically see the original color of the potato chips, but it is enough.

The oil in another pot has been heated up. He is not afraid of wasting such a large pot of oil. After frying the potatoes, he can use it directly for cooking, and there will be basically nothing left.

"Sizzling, sizzling..."

Wang Fan shook the potato slices into very loose pieces, and those that were stuck together would be separated manually by him before being put into the frying pan. No matter whether the two slices of potatoes were madly in love, they could not escape Wang Fan's separation. After all, close relatives were forbidden to marry, and they were from the same land, so they definitely could not be more than three generations apart.

A layer of golden potato slices soon floated above the oil in the pot. Wang Fan took out the cooked ones and put them aside, and continued to put new potato slices in until the last potato slice was fried.

Put some oil in another pot and add the pork belly and stir-fry.

After the pork belly was stir-fried and oil released, Wang Fan pushed the pork belly to the wall of the pot. The oil flowed down the wall to the bottom of the pot. Wang Fan then put the onion, ginger and garlic into the oil at the bottom of the pot.

Brother Gang laughed out loud while watching from the side: "Brother Wang, this method of yours is really good news for lazy people. I have learned something new."

(End of this chapter)