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

Chapter 644 - What's in the bowl is not as good as what's in the pot, and what's in the pot is not as good as what's stolen

Wang Fan did not use the ready-made salt-baked chicken powder commonly used in the south.

He only used some sand ginger powder, fresh sand ginger, and scallions for pickling. Feilong is such a top-notch ingredient, and adding so many spices would really overshadow it.

He picked up the five-fingered ginseng and put it under his nose and smelled it again. There was only a faint scent of milk, so he nodded in relief.

Five-fingered ginseng can strengthen the spleen and lungs, promote qi and eliminate dampness, and beautify the skin. It is a Chinese medicinal ingredient often used in making soups in the south, but there is a medicinal ingredient called Gelsemium elegans that looks very similar to it. Many people have not heard of Gelsemium elegans, but it has another name - Gelsemium elegans.

The flowers of this little thing look like honeysuckle, and the rhizome looks like five-fingered ginseng. Not only can ordinary people not tell the difference, even some merchants selling Chinese medicinal materials may not notice it.

If he really cooked the soup with Gelsemium elegans, the worst case scenario would be foaming at the mouth and low blood pressure, or respiratory failure and death. He didn't want a good New Year's Eve dinner to turn into a murder scene.

After carefully wiping the whole body of the dragon with ginger powder and green onion segments, put two slices of chopped sand ginger into the dragon's armpits and clamp them tightly. Finally, stuff the washed five-fingered ginseng into the dragon's belly. This step of marinating should take at least 20 minutes.

He took advantage of this opportunity to start making four-happiness meatballs.

This is not the first time he has made the Four Happiness Meatballs. The one he made in Sichuan before was widely praised by the elderly. The four meatballs represent "blessings, wealth, longevity and happiness" respectively, making it a good choice for the New Year's Eve dinner.

After the meatballs were shaped and fried, he didn't rush to stew them. Instead, he turned around and opened the oven. He could already smell that it was time to turn them over.

The plate with the lamb leg was brought out. The color of the lamb leg had become darker red at this time. The melted butter mixed with the juice from the roasted lamb leg, forming a shallow layer on the tin foil under the plate.

Wang Fan picked up a small spoon, scooped up the soup on the tin foil and poured it on the noodles that had just been turned over. This simple action once again caused the people in the live broadcast room to wail.

"Don't pour it on the sheep, pour it in my mouth, now!"

"Oh my goodness, this looks really appetizing, doesn't it?"

"This should have been baked before the show started. Judging by the color, it's only a semi-finished product, but the semi-finished product is already so tempting. When the finished product comes out, how will we deal with it?"

"I'll show off two pieces of stinky tofu to stack the buff. As long as my magic resistance is high enough, no one can hurt me."

"Isn't Langmie upstairs too harsh on himself?"

The mutton drizzled with oil was pushed back into the oven under the eager gaze of everyone in the live broadcast room. Seeing the light in the oven come back on, many people felt a sense of loss.

Since the ban on setting off firecrackers, there have been fewer entertainment activities on New Year's Eve, and TV programs have been suspended to make way for the Spring Festival Gala. This has resulted in many people who don't need to cook losing their channels for entertainment.

After watching the young ladies dance for a year, it’s time to give them a break. After watching short videos for a year, now all they see are advertisements. These bored people suddenly find that the barrage in a live broadcast room is extremely dense, almost covering the entire live broadcast screen.

Everyone likes to eat delicious food, but not everyone is willing to run around for a bite to eat, and they will not follow food bloggers and Internet celebrities like those who particularly like food.

Wang Fan is already very famous in the food circle, but in this era of big data, the information pushed to individuals are only those that he frequently searches for, and many people don’t know him except in other circles.

The live broadcast room with such high discussion level caught their eyes, because only the good-looking and interesting ones would have so many comments. If not now, when would they go in?

But after coming in, they couldn't help scratching their heads.

Because there was only one chef here who was only slightly more handsome than himself, making the New Year's Eve dinner silently. The only sound in the entire live broadcast room was the sound of the kitchen knife chopping on the chopping board.

"What am I supposed to watch when there are so many people live streaming? How can it be so interesting to watch someone just cooking?"

"What's the point of coming here with high hopes and leaving disappointed?"

"Hey, are there newcomers here? I advise all of you to get out quickly, otherwise you won't be able to get out soon and might even shed some blood."

"Who are you kidding? I'm not afraid of being scared. If you say that, then I'll have to see what's here."

"Don't say I didn't warn you. Everyone, you should retreat before Boss Wang gets angry. Otherwise, you won't have anything to cry about later."

"My biggest weakness is that I don't believe in superstition. If you say that, I really won't leave. I want to see what I can leave behind."

"That's right, there's no place to cry. I don't believe this."

Looking at the newcomer who was still being stubborn, Wang Fan's old fans shook their heads helplessly, but then they started laughing evilly again.

It’s hard to persuade the damn ghost with kind words. When you start to cry uncontrollably, don’t blame me for not reminding you in advance!

Wang Fan had just prepared a pot of braised sauce and placed four fist-sized meatballs in it. The red soup continued to moisten them over a low fire.

At this time, the kitchen was already filled with rich fragrance because the preliminary preparations were done thoroughly, and the rich aroma of meat was not mixed with even a trace of fishy smell.

Amidst this rich aroma, Wang Fan took out various ingredients and began to cut them. His well-organized arrangements and smooth movements gradually allowed these newcomers to figure out the flavor.

The video shows a simple kitchen. Apart from having more professional kitchen utensils, the decoration is no different from your own kitchen.

The oven is lit, the braised soup is bubbling non-stop, the black casserole is emitting wisps of hot steam, and the chef is busy but methodical in the white mist.

There are no energetic songs and dances, no masquerading as cool, and even the host rarely shows his face. But this simple and tidy environment makes people feel extremely warm, and they are fascinated by it unknowingly.

"I think I've figured it out. It's quite interesting, don't you say?"

"Well, it looks quite warm, with a touch of the everyday life."

"It feels quite simple, a bit like when I was a kid, peeking through the crack of the door to watch the adults cook, then preparing to sneak in to eat."

"Ordinariness is authenticity. If you make it too fancy, it's too fake. It's not cooking at all."

Simple? Ordinary?
Old fans don’t know how to describe their feelings at this moment.

The million-dollar RV is like a mobile studio apartment, with its obsessive attention to detail, the gorgeous appearance of the persimmons, and the irresistible beauty of each dish...

No matter how you think about it, this has nothing to do with the two keywords "simple" and "ordinary"!

Forget it, ignorance is bliss, let these naive newcomers be happy for a while. Judging from the remaining time on the oven, there is not much time left for the newcomers to be happy. When the dish is ready, these people will know whether Boss Wang is simple and ordinary!
Wang Fan put another casserole on the stove.

The bottom of the casserole was covered with sand ginger, green onion segments, and some ginseng. The fire in the casserole was quite high, and it started to make a "squeaking" sound in a short while.

The rich aroma of green onion and ginger was mixed with a hint of coconut milk. After the aroma became more intense, Wang Fan put the freshly marinated flying dragon into the casserole.

Turning the heat to medium, I donned oven gloves and lifted the lid of the casserole pot containing the braised pork. The broth had already drained out, revealing a dark red, oily chunk of braised pork. The straw bow tied around the pork had also soaked up the broth, turning it a slightly lighter shade than the pork itself.

Although only a slight edge was revealed, sharp-eyed netizens still saw the true appearance of the braised pork, and some of them were quick enough to take screenshots.

"Wow... I feel really appetizing. This color really kills me."

"It's not even finished yet, and it's already so tempting. I don't think I'll be able to resist it the moment I see the finished product."

"Why is this color so red? Maybe it's because of the added technology and hard work?"

"Yes, neither sugar coloring nor dark soy sauce should produce this color."

"The above person is ignorant, right? Do you know what red yeast rice is? This color will appear when you boil red yeast rice in water and then stew it together."

"Boss Wang is a rare clean person. Don't assume that everything good is technology or hard work, and spread food anxiety everywhere."

Wang Fan's brand was built piece by piece with "great value for money, clean and hygienic". These old fans have long become loyal supporters. How could they possibly watch Wang Fan being smeared?
"Don't just learn a new word and start throwing it around. Boss Wang is the last remaining piece of paradise in the food world."

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll pour soul juice on you!"

At this moment, three heads suddenly popped in from the kitchen door. Zhuo Qianqian, Liu Hehe and Zhou Ruoqing had surprisingly similar expressions, all staring at the casserole in Wang Fan's hand with greed.

Zhou Ruoqing didn't want to come at first. When visiting someone else, you have to be aware of being a guest and show basic etiquette and respect.

But I can’t resist the aroma coming from the kitchen like waves!

She could still hold it back at first, but as time went on, the fragrance became stronger and stronger, and the combination of several fragrances, that wonderful smell that was so intoxicating that it made her, who was already hungry and waiting for a big meal, break down directly.

She could even clearly feel the gluttony turning into a big hand, squeezing his stomach, and he was just about to shout at the top of his lungs, "I want to eat meat."

Zhuo Qianqian and Liu Hehe were not much better off. Food is not about closeness or distance. The same taste will cause an indiscriminate attack. The two of them exchanged glances and winked towards the kitchen at the same time.

As the saying goes, the food in the bowl is not as delicious as the food in the pot, and the food in the pot is not as delicious as the food in the pot...

The two men also winked at Zhou Ruoqing. Zhou Ruoqing, who was tortured by the fragrance and wanted to bite her hands, had no time to resist and followed the two men.

"Boss, is there anything I can steal to eat?"

Zhuo Qianqian shouted softly, as if she really was a thief.

Wang Fan said without even turning his head: "You came too early. There's nothing to eat now."

As he spoke, he put the abalone into the casserole, threw in a few plums, and then covered the pot again.

After completing this step, he turned around and said with a smile: "Go out first, and dinner will be served in half an hour."

"Gu..."

"Gu..."

"Gu..."

Three rumbling stomach sounds were heard almost at the same time, and Zhou Ruoqing's face turned red all the way to her neck.

Zhuo Qianqian and Liu Hehe didn't think there was anything to be embarrassed about. They patted their stomachs confidently and said, "Boss, I want to agree to you, but our stomachs won't agree."

Liu Hehe echoed: "Brother Wang, you know, my belly has never been my responsibility."

After saying that, the two of them looked at Zhou Ruoqing.

Zhou Ruoqing was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into, but with her two good friends looking at her like that, she felt that if she didn't say something she would seem out of place.

After hesitating for a while, he mustered up his courage and looked at Wang Fan and said solemnly, "Yes!"

Wang Fan shook his head helplessly: "Okay, okay, you guys eat some salted duck first, and I'll cut it for you."

"Oh yeah!"

The three of them happily applauded each other, and Zhou Ruoqing seemed particularly excited. This was the first time she had done this kind of thing with someone. Besides being excited, the depression buried deep in her heart seemed to be alleviated a lot.

Wang Fan picked up a plate of sliced ​​salted duck from the table, poured a spoonful of soup on it, and handed it to them: "Take it out and give some to the elders."

He had just cut this plate of duck meat to satisfy his girlfriend and Liu Hehe, two greedy cats.

He didn't believe that these two people would resist cheating, but he didn't expect Zhou Ruoqing to come along.

The plate was filled with salted duck pieces. Zhuo Qianqian took the plate and took a close-up of the duck meat with her camera before leaving.

The skin is white, the meat is red, and the bones are green. Some transparent gelatin can be seen between the red tender meat. Coupled with the moist effect after being poured with a spoonful of soup, it makes people's appetite just by looking at it.

Some delicacies are so delicious just by looking at their appearance that you know they are absolutely delicious, especially Nanjing salted duck, which is a famous dish. Who would doubt the taste of duck pieces that meet such standards?
"Poison! Madam Boss, you've gone too far!"

"Boss, please put down this plate of duck meat. I just licked it along the screen. It's mine now!"

"No, can this salted duck really be made this pink and tender?!"

"Sometimes I find you can't find hometown delicacies at Boss Wang's. I've lived in Nanjing for over 20 years, and I've never seen or eaten such tender duck meat!"

"Who isn't? We consume 4000 million salted ducks a year here. I'm just wondering if anyone knows a place that can produce this effect?"

"Slurp... Is this why you said I shouldn't stay here? I admit I'm drooling."

"Awesome! I absolutely don't doubt that this salted duck was purchased, because purchased ones don't have this effect!"

"We're just scratching the surface! You newcomers are already so overwhelmed by just a salted duck. Once the main course arrives, won't your mouths water?"

(End of this chapter)