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

Chapter 96-Braised Dishes with Beer

Wang Fan picked up the beer bottle, clinked it with his second uncle, and drank three gulps in a row.

The ice-cold beer flows in your mouth like a clear spring, bringing a cool impact. The golden liquid has a strong malt aroma, and each sip is filled with delicate bubbles, which jump and explode on the tip of your tongue, bringing a slight tingling sensation.

The liquor slides down the throat, leaving a hint of sweetness and a slight bitterness. The taste of beer is mellow and rich, and the aroma of malt and slight bitterness are intertwined intoxicatingly.

When swallowing, Wang Fan could feel a soft and smooth feeling in his throat, and the aftertaste was long. The cool feeling made him shiver uncontrollably.

As the beer went down his throat, a faint bitterness lingered at the back of his tongue. This bitterness not only did not make Wang Fan feel uncomfortable, but instead aroused his strong desire for food.

His eyes involuntarily fell on the braised dishes and meats on the table. They were all emitting an enticing aroma, teasing his taste buds and making him feel hungry all of a sudden.

Second Uncle chuckled: "How is it? Does it feel delicious after drinking some wine?"

Wang Fan nodded: "It's true, especially the bitter taste of beer, it makes me want to stuff something in my mouth."

"That's the feeling, but if you drink beer like that, you won't be able to eat or drink much and will definitely feel bloated."

After saying that, he took out a glass, raised the beer bottle and poured it into the glass.

"There's a lot of foam in this beer. If you don't get rid of it when you pour it, you'll end up bloated after drinking it."

Wang Fan nodded, feeling that his knowledge had been broadened again.

Just then, a voice outside the window interrupted them.

"Boss, don't eat so much by yourself, can you sell me a portion of your braised dish?"

The sudden voice startled Wang Fan and his second uncle. With Lin Feng's big order, they had no plans to open for business today, so why did someone come to their door?

Feng Junhui chuckled and said to Wang Fan, "I'm passing by here on my way to pay New Year's greetings. I happened to hear that there's a particularly delicious braised meat here yesterday, so I came to take a look. Seeing how relished you were eating it, I wanted to buy some to try, too."

There is still some braised meat, mainly pork elbows. Wang Fan plans to buy more for his second uncle to practice.

Putting down his chopsticks, Wang Fan stood up and said, "We have some pork elbows and some braised vegetables. They're 30 yuan a pound. How much would you like?"

Feng Junhui looked at the bowl that Wang Fan had just eaten. It looked very appetizing. If it was less, it would definitely not be enough.

"Give me a pork elbow and two pounds of braised vegetables."

After taking the things and paying for them, Feng Junhui happily returned home.

When Father and Mother Feng saw their son coming back with something in his hand, they asked curiously, "Aren't you going to pay New Year's greetings? Why are you back so soon? What are you holding in your hands?"

Feng Junhui waved the plastic bag and said, "When I passed by the Ice and Snow World, I saw a vendor selling braised meat, so I bought some."

Father Feng pointed at the table and said angrily, "What are you buying, you idiot? Can't you see how much meat we have here?"

The table he pointed to was filled with braised pork elbows, braised pork ribs, stewed chicken, sweet and sour pork, pork stewed with vermicelli, sweet and sour carp, etc.

"There are only three of us in our family, so we already cook a lot. And you bought some meat? Do you think your mother's cooking isn't tasty?"

When Feng's mother heard this, she looked at her son with an unfriendly expression.

"What's the matter? Are you not satisfied with what I made?"

At that moment, Feng Junhui felt a chilling murderous aura locking onto him. "No, no, no! Mom, listen to me! This braised pork was made by the guy who made steamed buns in that crosstalk that Sun Yunpeng performed on the Spring Festival Gala last night."

Mother Feng's eyes turned even more hostile, and even her words were cold: "You mean a guy who makes steamed buns can make braised pork better than your mother and I, who have been making it for decades?"

Feng Junhui shuddered when he heard this, and he shuddered even more when he looked at his mother.

I saw that my mother's eyes were extremely determined, as if she had made some kind of decision.

Oh no, this is the rhythm of trying to practice the trumpet!

What Feng Junhui didn't know was that his mother was making dumplings last night and then chatting with her sisters-in-law. She didn't watch the Spring Festival Gala at all. Even if she watched the Spring Festival Gala, she wouldn't have known what happened afterwards if she didn't participate in the interaction on Weibo.

"Give me another chance! Di Renjie had already visited the store and gave this braised pork a five-star rating. Mom, you've been working so hard for this family for a year, so I thought I'd buy you something nice to honor you!"

After saying that, he used his eyes to signal Feng's father frantically, asking him to say a few good words for him.

Father Feng nodded, coughed lightly and was about to speak.

Just when a glimmer of hope appeared in Feng Junhui's eyes, Feng's father's words dealt him a heavy blow.

"Um...I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

After saying that, he ran away quickly.

Anyone who wants to wade into this muddy water can do so. I’m not stupid!

"Zhao! You don't even have any father-son affection!"

Feng Junhui didn't dare to delay, and rushed to the kitchen, opened the bag and took out the braised dishes, then ran back to the living room with chopsticks holding the braised dishes.

"Mom, try this, it's really delicious!"

Mother Feng was already on the verge of losing her temper when a refreshing, spicy fragrance rushed into her nose.

She had been eating a lot of meat since the beginning of winter, and she was actually a little tired of it. She hadn't felt like eating for several days. But this refreshing aroma made her feel refreshed, as if she had taken a super effective stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting pill. In an instant, she felt the urge to eat something.

"Click..."

The crispy lotus root slices dipped in chili oil look more appetizing. When you put them in your mouth, the hot stimulation and the refreshing sweetness intertwine and collide in your mouth. Every chewing is like a carnival for your taste buds. The crispness of the lotus root slices jumps between your teeth, making a pleasant snapping sound.

Then, the intense heat of the chili oil exploded, burning her mouth like a flame, bringing a scorching sensation, while the refreshing sweetness of the lotus root slices flowed through the heat like a spring, bringing a touch of coolness and relief to Feng's mother. This unique combination, both conflicting and harmonious, made Feng's mother unable to stop eating.

Seeing his mother enjoying the meal, Feng Junhui finally felt relieved.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the old man who said he was going out to smoke, standing at the door and looking into the house furtively.

He gave Feng's father a vicious look, accusing him of not helping him.

Father Feng looked up at the sky, pretending that he didn't receive any signal.

"Ding. Special mission: Get five anorexics to eat on their own initiative within 100 years. Current progress—5/3."

(End of this chapter)