Food Wars, My Dishes Don't Just Shine

Looking at the stall in front of her, Alice Nakiri couldn't help but mutter to herself, the image of Bai Yuan appearing in her mind, but she was still somewhat uncertain.

After all, Bai Yuan said he was going to check out the market, so he probably wouldn't get excited halfway through and go back to take the stall.

It doesn't seem impossible...

Thinking of Bai Yuan's somewhat unreliable personality, Nakiri Alice suddenly fell silent.

If it were him, everything seems to make sense...

"Jingle Bell."

The phone rang crisply; it was the burly man dialing Bai Yuan's number.

After briefly explaining the location, Bai Yuan arrived at [Xingxiang Square].

Then he saw the customers gathered around the stall, and Erina Nakiri and others who had already started operating next to the stall.

Good grief, is he going to compete against his apprentices on the same stage? Isn't that a bit too much of a bullying tactic?

Such a thought crossed Bai Yuan's mind, and then a subtle expression appeared on his face.

"Boss, you've finally arrived."

I just paid your stall fee, but I don't want that money back. Could you give me the fried pork tenderloin instead? Just five servings will do!

Seeing Bai Yuan walking leisurely towards him from a distance, the burly man stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder in a hearty manner, while his gaze drifted behind him as he spoke.

That was the owner of the pork stall in the market. He was pulling a cart with a full 200 pounds of pork, along with eggs, scallions, ginger, garlic, and other ingredients.

"I'll give you ten servings. Everyone, start lining up. The first batch should be ready in about ten minutes."

After instructing the pork stall owner to place the ingredients in the corner of the stall, Bai Yuan glanced at the Nakiri sisters and Hisako Shirato beside him, but did not rush to acknowledge them. Instead, he spoke to the burly man who was helping him.

The other party must have wanted something from him since they helped him so much.

If it were within his power, Bai Yuan would naturally not refuse his request.

"Okay! Thank you!"

"You're welcome. This is your way of repaying me for helping me with everything."

Upon hearing Bai Yuan's words, the burly man's face lit up with intense joy. He had been feeling apprehensive when he asked for five portions earlier, but now the other party was giving him ten portions directly—truly incredibly generous!

Unlike the residents living around them.

He is a food connoisseur from China who usually frequents top-tier restaurants. Yesterday, he smelled a delicious aroma on the street and went to investigate.

Then they discovered Baiyuan.

The dish's shimmering golden light was unmistakable.

The person in front of you is the legendary five-star chef, a rare talent in every country, truly standing at the top of the culinary world!

"Damn it, there's actually such a thing? I want to be the first one too!"

"I was the first one here this morning, and I remember that guy was one of the last few. How did he suddenly become the first one and even get to buy ten at once!"

"I'm so envious! I'll ask him later if he can make one; I'm willing to pay double the price!"

"Double? Such delicious food would cost ten times more in a high-end restaurant. I mean ten times more, so buy me an extra serving after you finish!"

Seeing the first burly man who had spontaneously taken his place, the others inexplicably regretted not having paid the stall fee for Bai Yuan.

But it was too late to regret it then, and they could only line up behind the burly man.

Seeing the long queue in front of him, Bai Yuan didn't dare to waste any time. He stood in front of the stove and his fingers flew across the table. In no time, he had placed two pots on the stove.

The reason is simple: operating two pots simultaneously is the most efficient way to meet the needs of the large customer base at Xingxiang Square.

After setting up the oil wok, Bai Yuan didn't rush to add oil to cook. Instead, he quickly chopped the two hundred pounds of pork in the styrofoam box into small pieces and precisely placed them into various large bowls.

One large bowl contains the equivalent of one pot.

"Holy crap, what kind of move is that?!"

A shocked voice came from the burly man, who gaped open, his eyes wide as he saw the scene clearly because he was standing at the very front.

Bai Yuan tossed five or six pieces of pork tenderloin high into the air, and then with a flash of silver light from the tip of his knife, the large pieces of pork tenderloin were instantly transformed into thin slices of uniform thickness.

After the thin slices fall into the bowl, the marinating and seasoning are done in one smooth motion, with elegant movements that are hard to look away from.

By the time they came to their senses, Bai Yuan had already processed more than a dozen portions of pork, and there were now portions of pork tenderloin marinated in water infused with scallions, ginger, and garlic in front of them.

These pork tenderloins need about seven or eight minutes to absorb the flavor, and during this process, Bai Yuan once again demonstrated his exquisite high-altitude egg-splitting technique.

Therefore, although the wait was long, no one on site was impatient; everyone was enjoying Bai Yuan's magnificent culinary performance.

This is the essence of street food.

Chefs showcase their superb culinary skills through street food, attracting customers who are willing to pay for the dishes.

"What are they selling over there? The chef's knife skills are amazing, they look incredible!"

"I don't know. The chef took a lot of pork tenderloin, and each piece of pork tenderloin was cut into even, thin slices. Maybe he was preparing to fry pork chops?"

The lively atmosphere at Bai Yuan's stall attracted the attention of other teams, and many people cast curious glances at him, guessing what he was going to cook.

"Are there really that many people who like fried pork cutlets? The line has grown so long in such a short time, it looks even more terrifying than here."

"It doesn't feel like a fried pork cutlet. Although the process is similar, fried pork cutlets are usually a large piece that is pressed very thin, unlike this one which is a uniform thin slice."

"Could it be crispy pork? I remember crispy pork is quite famous in China, and the way it's made is very similar to that chef's method, with some changes in the details."

"That's quite likely, but I remember crispy pork was supposed to be long and thin strips, right? This sliced ​​version, could it be a new type of sliced ​​crispy pork?!"

As time went on, Bai Yuan showcased his culinary skills, and the discussion grew louder and louder.

Some guessed it was fried pork chop, while others guessed it was crispy pork belly. Everyone expressed their opinions and argued heatedly, with no one willing to concede.

In a world dominated by food, even the most ordinary residents have some knowledge of the cuisines of various countries, let alone China, a culinary powerhouse whose food is renowned in Japan.

This debate, besides stemming from curiosity about Bai Yuan's cooking, was largely a contest of intelligence and knowledge, a kind of face-off.

"They make deep-fried pork tenderloin, what are you talking about, fried pork chops and crispy pork? I've never heard of that."

Just as the fried pork chop and crispy pork were arguing, someone in the line in front of Bai Yuan suddenly spoke up, his voice subtly tinged with sarcasm.

At the same time, Bai Yuan also fried the first and second batches of pork tenderloin, draining the oil while letting them cool.

Once the surface temperature has dropped slightly, fry it again until golden brown and crispy.

"Here are ten servings of your deep-fried pork tenderloin."

As he spoke, Bai Yuan reached out and threw out ten paper boxes. The next moment, the boxes were lined up on the table, and the deep-fried pork tenderloin landed steadily in one of them.

"Alright, boss, may your business prosper!"

The burly man accepted the deep-fried pork tenderloin and seasonings from Bai Yuan, expressed his heartfelt gratitude, and then left humming a little tune in a good mood.

On the other side, Erina Nakiri and the others looked at the team in front of them, which was almost one and a half times the size of hers, with disbelief on their faces.

Although they knew Bai Yuan was stronger than them, this was still far too much stronger!

Teacher Bai Yuan has only been here for a short time, maybe half an hour? Probably less than that, so why is he able to attract so many customers?!

Chapter 331 Alice Nakiri's Crisis, Street Innovation

"There are more and more people."

Looking at Bai Yuan's stall not far away, Alice Nakiri muttered to herself.

As time went on, the number of customers in front of Baiyuan's stall surged.

Later on, there were even instances where people from their own line ran over to join their line halfway through.

As for Bai Yuan, although he could fry ten servings of pork tenderloin at the same time and limit himself to one serving at a time, the large number of people on site meant that the queue didn't shorten at all even after waiting for a long time.

He didn't realize it until later.

The group that had bought the fried pork tenderloin earlier didn't leave; instead, they went back to the back of the line and lined up again.

Faced with this situation, Bai Yuan had no solution.

Since they were customers who had spent money at his establishment, he couldn't say anything unpleasant and could only pretend not to know.

In addition, customers who were originally queuing at Erina Nakiri's stall couldn't wait any longer and joined the queue again after smelling the rich aroma of fried meat from Shirabuchi's stall.

Only those at the front remained still, but their constant glances toward Bai Yuan's stall betrayed their intentions.

Clearly, they planned to buy the orange salad shrimp and then go to queue up.

That incredibly tempting flavor was simply irresistible!

If it weren't for the unique and delicious dishes sold by Erina Nakiri and others, which attracted a lot of interest, there would probably be even more people queuing up at Shirabuchi.

"The pork tenderloin is coated with a thin and even layer of starch or batter and then deep-fried at high temperature to form a transparent crispy shell. When you bite into it, you can hear a clear crunch. It's like a delicious armor that locks in the juices and bursts open completely the moment you bite into it."

"Moreover, the pork tenderloin inside remains incredibly tender, and the lean meat with distinct muscle fibers becomes soft and juicy when cooked to the perfect temperature, as if it melts gently between your teeth."

Standing next to Bai Yuan's stall, the customer who had just bought the deep-fried pork tenderloin couldn't help but taste it, and then an indescribable expression of enjoyment appeared on his face.

"This type of dish is seasoned with only simple salt and pepper to bring out the natural sweetness of the pork. After frying, it's dipped in salt and pepper, and the sudden burst of spiciness amidst the salty and savory flavors is incredibly appetizing!"

"Honestly, the best part is the moment you bite into it while it's still hot. The steam carrying the aroma of meat overflows from the crispy crust, and the scalding umami makes you want to take a second bite while breathing on it."

As the conversation turned to the delicious food, the customers' faces lit up with an indescribable expression of enjoyment, which in turn attracted another group of onlookers, leading them to the end of the queue.

This world has an extraordinary admiration for skilled chefs. Even street vendors are highly regarded as long as they can produce food that meets their taste standards.

"This won't do; Brother Bai Yuan is taking all the customers."

Looking at the ever-growing queue in front of Bai Yuan and the dwindling number of customers on her side, Nakiri Alice suddenly understood why her stall had been moved yesterday.

At this rate, there will be absolutely no business.

This truly proves that karma is a cycle, and no one escapes the wrath of Heaven.

"Indeed, although Brother Baiyuan's dishes don't have a strong aroma, the portions are too large. The combined aroma of the deep-fried pork tenderloin and the deep-fried pork tenderloin is not to be underestimated."

Upon hearing Alice Nakiri's voice, Erina Nakiri also slowed down her movements.

Because of its location on the edge, her business has been hit the hardest. At this moment, there are only five or six customers in the queue in front of her stall, which is far fewer than yesterday!

If this continues, at her current cooking speed, she'll run out of customers in half an hour at most.

"As expected of Teacher Bai Yuan, he reached the limit of this plaza with just a slight movement..."

Compared to Erina Nakiri and Alice Nakiri's genuine sense of crisis, Hisako Shirato's feelings for Shirabuchi are nothing but admiration.