Food Intelligence King

Chapter 102 The windproof blanket is too warm; the pork lard crackling flatbread is improved.
"That Captain Wang is a bit slow, haha."

The junior colleague returned the electric scooter; she needed to take the subway home today. Considering the distance between the subway station and the shop, Chen Zhou gave her a ride.

So, halfway there, Zhao Yilin started complaining to her boss.

But Chen Zhou believes:
First, you shouldn't speak ill of customers behind their backs. Second, you shouldn't say that someone is dull or slow.

Of course, he only reiterated the first point to his junior sister.

Zhao Yilin mumbled incoherently, "I meant no harm."

The wind in the early autumn afternoon is hot and dry.

It's also being scraped backwards.

Chen Zhou couldn't quite hear what his junior sister said next.

All I remember is that she later made me ride faster.

"Senior brother, you don't need to ride so slowly."

Zhao Yilin sat sideways, feeling that Chen Zhou was being far too steady, and that she might very well miss the subway.

"I'm used to it," Chen Zhou replied.

When he was carrying Chen Taotao, he wouldn't ride too fast.

"Slow down!"

"Bye~"

After leaving her, Chen Zhou continued on to the workers' new village.

The young lady was very sensible; her electric scooter was fully charged and had been carefully wiped clean.

So Chen Zhou felt warm the whole way as he rode his bike.

It was even a bit hot, not just because of the weather.

He looked down.

Ha, my junior sister bought herself a windproof blanket.

It's definitely brand new; the tags are still on—[Suitable for autumn and winter, windproof and warm], [Two-piece design, conforms to specifications]

The design is split into two parts, and the binding is quite secure.

Chen Zhou thought to himself: Great, the autumn/winter style is nice. The weather will definitely get colder in a few months.

Now, riding a little faster is quite refreshing.

Workers' New Village.

Old Han rode his electric bike into the neighborhood he hadn't been back to for several years.

He recently retired and is planning to rent out his old house.

But he's getting old and can't manage on his own, so today he asked his child to help him find a helper online through 85.com to tidy up the mess.

As he rode along, Lao Han noticed that there seemed to be someone following behind him.

He's around thirty years old and rides quite fast.

But it kept turning and twisting.

Old Han couldn't tell where the other person wanted to go, but he could tell that they definitely weren't from this neighborhood.

He felt a pang of sadness as his old neighbors gradually moved away. A short while later, he arrived at the house where the old man had lived before his death.

In the hallway, Old Han took out his cotton gloves and dusted off the doorknob.

I casually tore off a few yellowed small advertisements.

Although the old man passed away in the hospital, he thought he would tell the tenants directly and offer them a discount.

While I was tidying up in the living room, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Old Han glanced subconsciously at the quartz clock in the house, which had been stopped for a long time. "It's 2:30." He felt that the worker he had arranged to meet had arrived.

Pushing open the door, Old Han recognized the man as the same young man who had entered the residential area with him earlier. No wonder he didn't know the way; he should have greeted him and shown him the way.

Old Han smiled and said to the people outside the door:
"Hey, you're here pretty early."

As soon as Chen Zhou knocked on the door, the owner inside spoke and handed him a pair of white cotton gloves.

"You're here pretty early." Chen Zhou thought to himself, "I need to come early; I still have to pick my daughter up from school." He took the gloves with a puzzled look and couldn't help but ask:

"This is Old Han's house, right?"

The other person nodded. "That's right, I am Lao Han."

Chen Zhou guessed that this was Lao Han's son from the intelligence report, which made sense, since after Lao Han passed away, his son naturally became Lao Han as well.

Although Chen Zhou didn't understand what the gloves meant, just as he was about to explain his purpose, the other person had already walked to a cabinet.

Old Han gestured with his eyes:

"Give me a hand, sir, move it outside. I've called a junk collector, he'll be here in a bit."

Chen Zhou has always been quite helpful, and now that he's on good terms with the other party, it will be easier to ask about the minced meat pancakes later.

He felt the rough texture of the cotton gloves and instantly understood their meaning. He quickly walked a few steps to the opposite side of Old Han.

The two stood sideways, face to face:

"Go away!"

After a flurry of activity, the two swept the house and wiped the floor. The house wasn't exactly brand new, but it looked habitable.

Chen Zhou went to the window and found the enamel teacup mentioned in the intelligence report.

It shook, and there was a rattling sound inside.

Before he could speak, Old Han spoke first:
"Take it if you need it, just don't throw it away. I just got my tire punctured by a screw a few days ago."

The two used the same mode of transportation, and Chen Zhou could really empathize with their experience regarding flat tires.

But Chen Zhou wasn't after a cog in the machine at all.

He carefully poured the screws into his glove.

He pulled out the instant noodle bag containing the recipe from under the tea mug.

"Uncle Han, here's a recipe for minced meat flatbread."

After being reminded by Chen Zhou, Lao Han did recall that his father had mentioned something like that before he passed away.

But he still said the same thing:
"Take it if you want to use it."

Chen Zhou unfolded the well-preserved formula and took a picture.

The original paper was put back.

This meat-filled flatbread doesn't use minced meat, but rather pork cracklings. He looked at the recipe in the photo.

I overheard Lao Han talking about the story of the minced meat pancake:

"I don't know why, but the people at the chemical plant loved to eat it so much back then."

Then I realized, they work three shifts, and the night shift is really tough. Buying one occasionally as a late-night snack to satisfy my cravings is indeed quite delicious.

But I eat it every day.

You wouldn't believe it, these fried pork cracklings, they're still crispy the next morning, but once they get soggy, they're practically inedible. I later improved it by replacing the cracklings with real minced meat, and it tasted alright.”

[Your suggestions for improving the minced meat pie]

Chen Zhou said, "Whenever I make it, you can come and try it. I opened a shop in Sunshine City."

Old Han nodded, but he still missed the original minced meat pancakes.

"I really want to eat something my dad makes, but I'll have to go downstairs and find him later."

"Then you'll have to keep the old man waiting for a long time."

"Hahaha." Old Han was amused by the young man's flattery, and then asked, "Payment online, right?"

Chen Zhou replied, "Yes, I rarely accept cash anymore."

"Then take it easy, thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay."

After saying goodbye to Lao Han, Chen Zhou walked down the stairs of the old building.

A driver wearing an 85.com vest brushed past him.

The man also arrived at Old Han's house.

He looked at the things in the hallway and was secretly surprised: Goodness, so much stuff. The place is quite clean inside, so why did they call me?
Old Han was enjoying the breeze from the ceiling fan in his room when he saw someone come in and quickly said:

"Could you please take a look and see if this pile of stuff can be sold for any money?"
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"I don't know how to read it?"

"So what are you here for?"
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"I'm wondering about that too."

(End of this chapter)