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

Chapter 649-Have you ever seen a barbecue as big as a fist?
"Isn't it time for Boss Wang to get up and start business?"

"I just finished eating the leftovers from the New Year's Eve dinner, and now I urgently need Boss Wang's delicious food to keep me going. Boss Wang, please open the door and receive customers."

"It's the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and Mr. Wang is still not open?"

"If we don't open the business, the annual holiday will be over. Could it be that Boss Wang sneaked away?"

"I don't know if he sneaked away, but I know that the donkeys in the production team didn't dare to rest like this before."

Before Wang Fan returned to work, some people online had already started urging him to do so.

But these people's demands were destined to go unanswered, because Wang Fan and his group had already run to Heihe like wild horses.

In 2024, in order to promote the tourism industry, the Damao family signed a visa-free policy for group tours, and tour groups of more than 5 people have a 15-day visa-free residence period.

"Our basic package includes tank driving and artillery fire, machine gun, rifle, and pistol shooting, brown bear riding, and photos in uniform at the Military Museum. The price is 1000 rubles, about Chinese yuan. As for the other photo ops, I think they're unnecessary. We already have them, so there's no need to generate income for foreigners. Also, don't run around or buy anything when you go. Don't spend all your money on one trip."

As soon as the bus started, the tour leader began to introduce the details of the trip and emphasized that we should not buy things randomly.

To get from Heihe to Damao, one needs to cross a floating bridge. Zhou Ruoqing felt that the feeling could be described in a song.

"Rubble, rupee, ga ga ga, rupee, rupee, ga ga ga..."

Fortunately, the floating bridge was very short and it only took more than five minutes to reach the territory of Damao.

"Heihe and Damao are bordered by each other, and although there's only a river between them, there's already an hour's time difference. Because it's so close here, people from both sides interact more frequently, and the experience of traveling from here to Damao is the best."

Wang Fan felt nothing when he saw the scenery of Damao. After all, he was already used to it in Erbin. For Erbin, there was nothing in the world's buildings that he could not imitate.

"The purpose of everyone's coming here is to shoot, so let's not waste time on this itinerary. Let's go straight to the shooting range. However, bullets are limited. If you exceed the package amount, you will need to pay separately. If you have a special preference for firearms, let me know and I will coordinate it then."

Just as the team leader said, Wang Fan and his team’s first stop was directly at the shooting range.

"This shooting range is run by a local. Although the closest one is Bubu Shooting Range, that crappy place is a complete scam. I even doubt it's run by someone from China."

Everyone calls the tour leader Lao Mengge, a 40-year-old man from Northeast China. He runs his own tour group and is the only employee there. He only does business of shooting tourists from Northeast China to Damao. He is very dedicated. Because of his strong business ability and good reputation, he has never failed any tourists.

After entering the shooting range, various gunshots began to sound one after another, and everyone in the car excitedly leaned on the car windows to look out.

"Let's have fun today and have a meal of authentic, original-style Big Hairy barbecue tonight."

Normally, cheers would erupt in the car after this statement was made, but today it was strangely quiet, and a group of people instead looked at the young man who paid the money.

"Why, do you have other plans? Are you planning to eat somewhere else?"

Lao Meng raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little unhappy.

The main reason is that Da Mao and Er Mao are fighting now, and he is really afraid that these people will do something weird. If something really happens, he, as the team leader, will not end up well.

Wang Fan shook his head: "No, we'll eat at the place you arranged. I just want to ask if we can grill it ourselves?"

Lao Meng breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "That's definitely no problem. We can just ask them for a barbecue stove when the time comes."

It’s just grilling the meat yourself. Many people have asked for this, so it’s not a problem.

"But the barbecue at this shooting range is delicious, and the chef is quite famous in this area. You can eat what he cooks anytime, so it's best to give it a try."

Liu Zhaofeng chuckled and said nothing, but he was very proud in his heart: "Our chef is world-class."

After getting off the car, Wang Fan looked around curiously. Except for the shooting range, everything he saw was covered with snow, which was not much different from the suburbs of Erbin.

In the shooting range, except for the big hairy men in camouflage uniforms, most of the people shooting were Chinese, which made Wang Fan feel like he had gone abroad but not completely come out.

It is not difficult to see from the expressions on these Chinese people's faces that they are in a state of extreme excitement at the moment.

Lao Meng led Wang Fan and the other six people to a hide-and-seek tent. The front and back doors of the tent were transparent, and there was a table in the middle, on which were various truths.

Lao Meng walked over, fist-bumped with the two men in camouflage uniforms, and then chatted for a while. Then he turned to Wang Fan and said, "I've already told them that if you exceed the ammunition limit, they'll remind you. If you want to renew it, just call me."

Wang Fan smiled and said, "Okay, then you go ahead and get busy. We'll just play here."

As soon as Lao Meng left, Zhuo Qianqian leaned over to Wang Fan's ear and said, "This Lao Meng is quite honest. He really did tell those two people to take care of us."

Wang Fan looked at her in surprise: "You also understand Mao's language?"

"I studied Marxism-Leninism for a while, but I'm not entirely proficient in it. It's not a big problem for me to understand the general idea."

The two men in camouflage uniforms looked to be in their forties or fifties, both had big beards, and their hair and beards were already gray.

One of them was holding a brown AK47, and another was holding a cylindrical object.

If we were to ask what weapons the vast majority of Chinese people are most familiar with, they would most likely be the M4 and AK47, two classic weapons that have permeated the childhood of a generation.

Green vest, short flat head, black sunglasses, and holding an AK, these were Wang Fan’s favorite characters and weapons when he played CS in the past.

Seeing this weapon that already showed some signs of age, he felt a little excited.

"These weapons are loaded with live ammunition. Never use them on people. Wear goggles and earmuffs. ..."

The two men in camouflage uniforms actually spoke Chinese. Although their speech was a bit poor, it was still understandable.

Wang Fan nodded continuously as he listened, and put on his headphones and goggles obediently.

The AK47 weighs more than 8 kilograms and feels very textured in the hand. After the man in camouflage handed the magazine to Wang Fan, he pulled the bolt back.

"Da da da……"

The two men in camouflage uniforms huddled together and said, "I've always said that China's gun ban is a lie. The bolt action they pull is just like a gangster's."

"The firing rhythm is just like a gangster's. I'm starting to doubt this customer's profession." "The accuracy is pretty good too. How can this be the level of someone who has banned guns?"

Listening to the two people's chatter, Zhuo Qianqian's face was full of smiles.

The second uncle bared his teeth and said, "If I had seen this back then, I would have investigated his ancestors three generations ago. Wouldn't this be a worthy third-class merit?"

After saying that, he took a pistol, put on earmuffs, and shot at the target paper in front of him one by one. His high accuracy surprised the two men in camouflage uniforms.

"Sure enough, gun bans are just a bunch of lies. This pistol can shoot more accurately than I can."

"The one just now was a gangster, this one must be a big brother."

Although Second Uncle hadn't touched a real weapon for many years, the traces of training had long been engraved in his bones. At this moment, just a slight move was enough to shock the two retired soldiers.

……

"Really cool!"

Except for the last photo-taking in military uniforms, Wang Fan and his friends tried all the other activities that the team leader mentioned.

It is impossible for several people to wear military uniforms. It is impossible for a foreigner to wear a military uniform for the first time, even if it is just for taking pictures!

Shooting is also a physical job, and this wave of play made everyone very tired.

It was not too late at this time, and the afterglow of the sunset was still there. After meeting up with the team leader Lao Meng, the group headed towards the barbecue camp.

Most of the barbecue in the south is like a little brother that has not grown up in front of the barbecue in the north, and the barbecue in the northeast is often on the screen because of the large skewers and the large amount of meat.

But Wang Fan never expected that even the larger Northeastern barbecued meat would be nothing more than a younger brother in front of this pot of Damao's special barbecue.

Wang Fan estimated that the huge iron skewers were about one meter long. There were only four or five pieces of meat on each skewer. With only a dozen skewers lined up in a row, the grill was already full.

Wang Fan sighed, "This trip has really broadened my horizons. Who is so kind as to grill meat as big as a fist? We are indeed a fighting nation."

Lao Meng chuckled and said, "This is a special feature of their place. It's very wild, isn't it?"

Zhuo Qianqian was a little eager to try and whispered to Wang Fan, "Boss, can such a big piece of meat be delicious? But it looks quite appetizing hehehe."

Wang Fan thought for a moment and said, "I guess this is similar to Turkish kebab, because the meat inside can't have any taste. They probably cut off the outermost layer of meat after roasting it and eat it, and then continue roasting the rest."

"Ah? I see. I thought they were each holding one and chewing on it."

After hearing Wang Fan's words, Liu Hehe said with some disappointment, "I was quite interested at first, but when I heard it was Turkish kebab, I immediately felt that it was just so-so. I'd better wait for Brother Wang's top-notch kebab, hehehe."

Liu Zhaofeng couldn't hide his excitement. "If Brother Wang's barbecue is really good, do you think these big guys will be unable to resist running to Brother Wang to buy meat? That would be really fun, hahaha."

Lao Meng laughed and said, "That's basically impossible. There's more meat than vegetables here in Damao. We're tired of eating meat every day. It's almost impossible to get them to pay for it."

Liu Zhaofeng seemed more confident than Wang Fan about this matter: "Even if they eat until they vomit every day, they will still kneel down when my brother Wang's barbecue is served. At that time, it depends on whether my brother Wang is willing to sell it, not whether they are willing to buy it."

Lao Meng asked doubtfully, "So confident?"

"necessary!"

Lao Meng chuckled and said to Wang Fan, "If your cooking skills are that good, how about I get you some meat you can't get back home? Someone in this camp hunted an elk yesterday, which is a rare deer you can't find back home. Of course, this elk is legal here, so as long as you don't take it back home, there won't be any problems."

When they heard the word "elk", Liu Hehe's brother and sister's eyes lit up. This was really a delicacy they had never eaten before. They looked at Wang Fan expectantly.

But to their disappointment, Wang Fan actually shook his head and refused: "No, just some beef and mutton will be enough. I'm afraid I can't handle wild animals."

Wang Fan has always been reluctant to buy wild animals. Not to mention whether the taste can be as good as those raised artificially, the risk of viruses and parasites alone is something Wang Fan is unwilling to bear.

After finally living a new life, am I going to ruin it all because of my appetite?
Liu Hehe and his sister sighed with regret, but they were only slightly regretful.

Lao Meng shrugged and said, "Okay, wait for me, brother. I'll find it for you right away. But if what you make is really delicious, you wouldn't mind if I come over and have some later, right?"

Wang Fan smiled and said, "It's okay. If you have a good friend with Damao, you can call him over to try it together. Let's also promote our food culture today."

Lao Meng gave a thumbs up and praised him, "Brother, that's very generous. I'll give you a 20% discount on your tour fee this time. I'll go get something right away."

Wang Fan coughed lightly and said, "You might as well prepare some more meat. I'm afraid there won't be enough to eat when the time comes."

Damao has a vast land and a sparse population, with extensive natural pastures. Coupled with strong government support, the cattle and sheep production environment is extremely superior, and the quality of many varieties of beef and mutton is world-class.

Lao Meng was very efficient. In just over ten minutes, he used a large camper van to pull a charcoal grill, a bag of charcoal, a folding table, some kitchen utensils, and iron skewers. There were also four or five bags of meat, which weighed at least 200 pounds.

"Brother, look at this, is it enough? In addition to the food for us, if some people come to buy it, it should be more than enough."

Wang Fan said, "Let's do this for now. We'll talk later if it's not enough."

Lao Meng chuckled, "Brother, you're so confident. I really want to try your cooking skills and see if they're that good."

Wang Fan didn't waste any time. He took out a table from the camper, opened it up, took out a few pieces of meat, put them under his nose and smelled them, then used a dinner knife to quickly cut the large pieces of meat into small pieces the size of mahjong tiles.

Zhuo Qianqian, Zhou Ruoqing and Liu Hehe, brother and sister, also cooperated well. When Wang Fan started to cut the meat, they picked up the skewers and started to skewer the meat. After a while, they had skewered a whole pot of meat.

As soon as Wang Fan smelled it, he knew that the bag contained mutton, and it was mutton of very good quality. He didn't know how it compared with authentic Ningxia mutton, but it was definitely better quality than the mutton from eastern Shandong.

Such high-end ingredients do not need to be marinated in advance. By controlling the heat, saltiness and a little bit of spices to enhance the flavor, you can maximize its power.

Second uncle had already lit the charcoal fire with solid alcohol. They completed the lighting, cutting of meat and skewering almost at the same time, leaving Old Meng stunned.

Wang Fan took out the spices he needed from the camper, arranged them according to his usual positions, and then put a handful of meat skewers on the grill with overwhelming momentum.

(End of this chapter)