Food Wars, My Dishes Don't Just Shine

"8000 yen per catty is a bit expensive, but since they dare to sell it at this price, it must have something special. Can I try some?"

Hisako Shinto's first customer was an elderly man. He frowned slightly after hearing the price she quoted, but he was reluctant to leave and asked to try it.

"Of course, I'll cut you a portion."

Hisako Niito readily agreed, picked up the beef and began slicing it thinly, presenting the best side of the beef to her guests.

The guests in front watched as Hisako Shinoto's knife blade rose and fell repeatedly, then slices of beef as thin as paper flew high into the air and landed on the porcelain plate. They were immediately shocked, but some people behind them even clapped and cheered, and the applause became thunderous.

Hisako Niito chuckled softly at this.

Although she couldn't toss the ingredients into the sky like Bai Yuan did.

But her knife skills are also exquisite. Her mastery of the chef's skills is not something she boasts about; it is something she has earned through hard work and perseverance.

"How does it feel?"

After cutting the beef and placing it on a plate, Hisako Shinto looked at the old man with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

"Excellent! Excellent! The meat is firm yet tender, and juicy, neither dry nor tough."

Especially the tendon parts, which have a chewy, gelatinous texture, offering slight resistance when chewing but not tough or dry. Absolutely top-quality braised beef!

However, there is one thing I don't understand: why does your braised beef have a mineral aroma similar to that of roasted dried shiitake mushrooms, mixed with a hint of sweet ginseng?

There was also a hint of Shaoxing wine aroma, and goji berries and red dates floated on the broth. Having eaten braised beef for so many years, this was the first time I'd ever seen such a combination.

Because the lid of Hisako Shinto's cup was open, it was easy to see what was inside, so the old man took the opportunity to ask.

"This is my secret recipe for medicinal braised dishes. It has the effects of strengthening the body and regulating the body. It is precisely because of its special properties that it receives special attention."

Upon hearing the old man's words, Hisako Shinoto gave a simple explanation.

"I see. No wonder I could taste the fragrance of herbs in this braised meat. I thought I was mistaken. It turns out that herbs really were added."

Upon hearing Hisako Shinto's words, the old man wiped his reading glasses and realized that Hisako Shinto was selling medicinal braised dishes. No wonder he felt hot after tasting them; he had thought he had been drugged.

No, saying it was drugged doesn't seem wrong either...

The old man amused himself with these thoughts, then looked at Hisako Shinto and said seriously, "Give me half a pound of braised beef and half a pound of braised edamame."

"Okay, that'll be 4900 yen. Would you like the beef sliced?"

"Have it."

As she spoke, Hisako Shinto looked at the old man. After getting his permission, she quickly started cutting with her knife. In no time, she had wrapped the beef and edamame separately, put them in a bag, and handed it to him.

The old man handed her 5000 yen and gave her 100 yen in change.

Then came the next customer. Hisako Niito asked the same question, and after confirming the customer's request, she started cutting the braised food and wrapping it in brown paper.

The customers paid and took their change without hesitation, which saved Hisako Shinto a lot of trouble.

Meanwhile, Erina Nakiri and Alice Nakiri's stalls were also getting on track, with customers constantly expressing their admiration.

Business was booming, and money was flowing in in large quantities.

On the other side, Bai Yuan found the stall he had locked in the park yesterday.

However, the scene before him made him hesitant to act rashly.

The reason was that a dozen or twenty residents had been waiting there early, forming a long queue, and the last shot of the queue was of his stall.

Even though there was no one there, a long queue formed.

This bizarre scene made Bai Yuan's lips twitch slightly. He thought to himself that if he hadn't come, these guys would probably have waited until nightfall.

However, he hasn't prepared any ingredients yet, so he's destined to be unable to meet the residents' expectations.

"The stall owner is here!"

Just as Bai Yuan was observing his stall from a distance, someone in the crowd shouted, and the residents who were queuing all turned their gazes toward him, as if they were hungry wolves that had spotted their prey.

"Stadium owner, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for over two hours, thank goodness I didn't give up!"

"Exactly! Those guys who gave up earlier are probably going to regret it terribly now!"

Upon seeing Bai Yuan's arrival, the crowd, who had previously been looking dejected, all showed expressions of joy. The few people at the back even surrounded him, as if they intended to forcibly restrain him and prevent him from leaving.

"Ahem, I appreciate everyone's enthusiasm, but I'm not going to deep-fry pork tenderloin here today, and I haven't even prepared any raw materials."

Although he felt somewhat apologetic, he genuinely hadn't prepared any ingredients. Rather than lying and delaying, making them hopeful again, he decided to tell them the truth now, believing they would understand...

"what?"

"why is it like this!"

"What a pity, I was in the sun for so long..."

"My sister's last wish before she died was to eat one more bite of deep-fried pork tenderloin. Could you fry another batch? Just consider it doing a good deed."

"My ailing mother! It's such a pity you didn't have the fortune to taste that unparalleled delicacy. How tragic!"

"Stop it, everyone. This is getting more and more outrageous."

Looking at the customers in front of him who were all talking at once, trying to evoke his sympathy, Bai Yuan's face showed a few black lines, and then he shouted loudly.

Chapter 330 The Battle for Booths, Competing on the Same Stage

"I only said I wasn't going to make deep-fried pork tenderloin here anymore, not that I wasn't going to sell it anymore. I'm going to the square next door later, so if you want to buy some, come with me."

After saying this, Bai Yuan pushed through the crowd to a corner of the park, took out a key, unlocked the stall, and pushed it towards the bustling city center.

This left everyone present looking at each other, unsure of what to say, but they all subconsciously took steps to follow Bai Yuan.

"Master, you haven't prepared the ingredients yet, have you? You came empty-handed today, or did you already deliver them to the stall in the square next door?"

A burly man suddenly quickened his pace and walked alongside Bai Yuan. Seeing that Bai Yuan had nothing in his hands, he asked him a question.

"Time is a bit tight, so I haven't bought it yet."

Seeing the burly man's figure, Bai Yuan did not hide anything and truthfully told him about his situation.

In fact, if he hadn't been watching the lively scene in the square, he would have planned to rest today, and there would have been no need for him to buy ingredients or set up a stall.

"How about this, you give us a spot, and we'll help you set up your stall. Just let us cut in line, since we've been waiting here for quite a while."

Upon hearing Bai Yuan's words, the burly man's heart stirred, and he immediately voiced his thoughts. This way, they could save time to the greatest extent possible and also gain some benefits for them, which could be described as killing two birds with one stone.

"Sure, not only can you cut in line, I can also increase your quota. How about each person can buy three portions?"

Upon hearing the burly man's suggestion, Bai Yuan thought about it for a moment and agreed.

Not only that, he also added some chips to further fuel their enthusiasm.

After all, for him, frying a pot of pork tenderloin can produce five servings of deep-fried pork tenderloin for sale.

The main reason for limiting the number of people was to prevent the queues from becoming too long and disrupting traffic. Now that the other party is willing to help him push his car over so he can prepare the ingredients, he doesn't know how much more pork tenderloin he can fry with the time saved.

Therefore, agreeing to this small request is a good thing for him with no drawbacks.

"The stall owner said it was okay, and everyone lent a hand to help move the stall to Xingxiang Square."

Upon hearing Bai Yuan's promise, everyone present showed excited expressions. The burly man waved his hand and took on the role of the main commander of this operation.

The area with the highest foot traffic is Xingxiang Square.

If Bai Yuan wants to move his stall, that's definitely his first choice. Let them help push the stall over there!

"I'll go buy the ingredients now. Here's my phone number. Just contact me when you get there."

As they spoke, Bai Yuan handed over the number of the backup phone and then headed towards the market.

He wasn't worried that these guys would steal anything; after all, the shabby stall had been left in the park all night without anyone stealing it, proving that it wasn't very valuable.

Furthermore, with so many people watching, whoever takes the item will become the target of public criticism.

"I remember the stalls at Xingxiang Square charged a fee, around 10000 yen a day, but the owner didn't seem to pay us..."

Watching Bai Yuan's departing figure, some people muttered to themselves, and others whispered among themselves.

"I'll pay for this."

Hearing the murmurs and the discontented voices of those around him, the burly man who had spoken earlier spoke up magnanimously.

The people around him didn't say anything when they heard what he said. They had come to buy deep-fried pork tenderloin, and no one wanted to do something as foolish as paying for someone else's stall fee.

If the other party says, "I didn't ask you to pay for the stall, you rented it voluntarily, I didn't force you," then the money will be wasted.

If it were a regular-level stall, people could at least offer their opinions.

But Bai Yuan's actions are undeniable; he can indeed sell well without a good location, and helping him rent a stall would be superfluous.

As for the burly man, his thoughts ran much deeper.

His brief time together made him feel that Bai Yuan had a good personality, and helping him pay the stall fee would definitely be beneficial. He might even be able to get more fried pork tenderloin because of it.

Thinking of the delicious food Bai Yuan cooked, the burly man couldn't help but swallow.

Deep-fried pork tenderloin is clearly a deep-fried food, so it should be quite greasy.

But Baiyuan's deep-fried pork tenderloin is different; it has a light texture that doesn't feel like fried food, and you don't feel greasy no matter how much you eat.

Yesterday he queued up three times and bought three servings, but still wasn't satisfied!

Soon, the group walked along the road and arrived at Xingxiang Square, where they rented a stall from the person in charge of the street office.

Unfortunately, the stall rented by the burly man and his group was right next to Nakiri Erina and her friends.

Bai Yuan only found out later.

Because the Nakiri sisters and Hisako Shirato's business was so good, it seriously affected the ordinary stalls next door, making it impossible for them to sell their ordinary dishes. So they took the initiative to apply to move to another stall.

"This is it. Wipe up the stove and everything. Don't let the stall owner waste too much time on these trivial matters. That way, we can eat the deep-fried pork tenderloin sooner!"

As the burly man spoke, he directed the customers who had just arrived. Enticed by the deep-fried pork tenderloin, almost everyone in the park came over.

Do what you can right now.

Soon, Bai Yuan's stall, which had been stained with some oil yesterday, was cleaned up spotlessly. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought it was brand new, bought directly from the manufacturer.

Such a commotion must have been noticed by Erina Nakiri and the others nearby, who all cast curious and puzzled glances at them.

What's going on with this stall? Why are there so many employees? It's making quite a show of force!

This was the thought that collectively surfaced in the minds of Erina Nakiri and the others, making them increasingly curious about who this stall belonged to.

"This stall looks kind of familiar... why is that..."