Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

At noon, the streets and alleys of the South District are very busy.

Although it lacks some characteristics compared to other districts, the South District has become a bridge connecting the four directions and transporting raw materials and handicraft products because of its proximity to the River Bay District and the East District.

Therefore, water and land transportation and commerce here are particularly developed.

Freight wagons, porters, shops and post stations could be seen everywhere, as well as a large number of waiters and apprentices.

Izar led everyone to choose a street location, set up cooking tools, and start a fire with the adventurers' portable fuel to start their first business attempt.

Pour the concentrated broth in the can into the pot, add water and heat over high heat, and the rich aroma will soon spread.

It has become a unique feature in the street air.

Because design is a relatively independent industry and human energy is limited after all, Fan Wei did not specifically intervene in the affairs of street snacks.

Only a house and a kitchen were rented for Izar and his family.

Apart from the necessary help, all processing and development are left to the teenagers themselves.

The younger brothers and sisters helped to cut the ingredients and put them on the skewers, while Izar put the food he had prepared in advance into the pot to cook, and baked the sesame cakes in another barrel-shaped stove.

At noon when people get off work, there are many people looking for food on the streets.

People have become tired of the simple food provided by the stalls in the past, and they are very curious about Izar’s novel stall style, accompanied by the very rich aroma of the stewed soup.

Many were attracted to come and watch.

"Little brother, how much are these food for?" asked a girl wearing an apron with large pockets and charcoal pencils and a small notebook. She looked like an employee of a store.

"All food is 1 sluwei per string, 2 copper coin for strings, and sesame cake is sluwei each."

The price was pretty good compared to street food. The girl's eyes lit up and she immediately started searching in the steaming pot that was split into two parts.

"The left side is spicy, the right side is not spicy. If you want soup, you can serve it and sit on the side to eat."

Izar pointed to the short portable table and chairs nearby and spoke in a somewhat awkward tone, but this did not affect the girl's enthusiasm for selection.

"I like spicy food. Wow! There's also meat. Lots of it!"

"There are sliced ​​meat, braised lungs, braised hearts and braised intestines, as well as feet, sausages and meatballs. You can choose according to your preferences. They are all one slaw per skewer!"

When they heard that there was meat, the onlookers immediately became excited!

In this era without the selection of fine breeds and scientific breeding, it is very difficult to produce a portion of meat. Although they are all "local products", ordinary people may not eat them once in several days or even more than ten days.

Especially in the southern region, fish is the main source of protein for most people, and meat is considered a relatively luxurious food.

As for whether people like to eat offal or not, that is a concern for modern people. In the absence of a shortage of spices, people in Maze Street themselves have a habit of eating offal and there are many special dishes.

There were a dozen braised skewers and three or five sesame cakes. Some were put in oil paper bags to take away, while others were eaten on plates sitting nearby.

The business was booming faster than Izar had imagined!

Those who tasted it spread the word immediately.

Good things always spread quickly among the masses, especially at a price that most people can afford! It is an irresistible temptation!

The boy kept making sesame cakes and putting new skewers into the pot to cook, but the demand still could not keep up with the supply!

The younger brothers and sisters were busy threading the food, counting the money for the customers and packing the food.

"Wow, it's delicious!" The shop assistant girl who was the first to try it took a bite of the braised tofu and immediately opened her eyes wide and exclaimed.

The tongue, which is used to eating bland food, almost trembles when it is hit by the spicy braised food, and every taste bud looks up to greet the rich and complex aroma.

Secreting excitement saliva!

In line with the principle of saving the best things for last, the girl did not eat the skewers first, but she did not expect that the first bite would bring her to this square, brown thing she had never seen before.

It’s so delicious!!

The tofu has a soft, chewy texture, and the pores are filled with the soup. When you take a bite, the marinade will seep out of the tofu.

The sweet taste is followed by spiciness and fragrance, which instantly whets your appetite.

Paired with a bite of crispy savory sesame seed cake, it is a completely enjoyable meal!

Many workers who were attracted by the aroma also fell in love with it at the first bite. As they did physical work, they liked dishes with high oil and salt content. Although the amount of braised pork slices was not large, they were half fat and half lean.

With every bite, the aroma from the oil makes your brain dizzy.

The heart, rich in trace elements, has a thick, sweet chewiness, while the lungs are soft, tender and smooth, without any fishy smell under the cover of the marinade.

The most amazing thing is the large intestine.

Everyone knows what it is used for, but the few people who are willing to choose it, after taking a bite, find that this thing smells so good!

One bite is simply the end of happiness!

When instructing Izar on how to clean the intestine, Fan Wei said that the intestine cannot be washed too thoroughly, and some of its original flavor must be retained, so that you will know that you are eating large intestine!

Of course, the point is not to leave some mysterious substance behind, but not to scrub too cleanly.

In addition to the taste, the special aroma is the biggest feature of pig intestines. People who love it will love it to the point of going crazy, and some even eat it as sashimi (maybe it’s true?)!

I was so busy that I was confused, and at the same time I had to keep an eye on my younger brothers and sisters to make sure they didn't accidentally receive the wrong things or get cheated.

There are so many strange things happening on the streets.

Children like Izar who grew up in chaos are more wary and understanding of this.

"Give me food for one copper coin." Suddenly a voice caught Izar's attention. It sounded familiar, so he looked up and found a mysterious magician wearing a hood.

“Where did you learn how to make it?”

The magician noticed Izar's gaze and turned his head to ask, as if he detected a familiarity in the food.

"It's Mr. Fan, Mr. Misr Fan." Izar answered respectfully. He didn't dare to confirm, but he was always grateful and in awe of the magician.

"It's him, indeed. Although the quality is far inferior, that kind of characteristic cannot be concealed."

"Keep it up, and Fan will be the greatest chef in the world."

"Do you know Mr. Fan?" the young man asked with some surprise, as if there was some kind of connection that made the benefactor he met so close.

"...right, I'm leaving now, you guys just live your life well."

After taking the skewers, the magician turned and walked away. Izar shouted behind him, "Thank you!"

Uncle Bernoulli did not look back, but walked alone towards his home, where he lived nearby, and returned to the deserted and dim house, to the room with the curtains drawn.

A gem on the table, which was protected by magic, was now flashing green light.

Not enough, the number of 'bad guys' is not enough...

The uncle sat on the chair and fell into a long silence. Only the aroma of the braised skewers was floating quietly, as if two invisible figures were reminding him.

Take care of yourself and eat well...

"Hey kid, are you new here? Hurry up and pay your protection fee!"

On the other side, Izar, who was busy doing business, suddenly saw a fierce young woman with several men blocking the stall and asking him for tribute money.

This is normal. After all, when doing business on the street, conflicts are inevitable.

"How much?" he asked in a low voice.

"Ten copper coins!"

"So many!" Ten copper coins is a considerable price, enough to sell two hundred skewers!

The young woman picked up a skewer, took a bite horizontally, and was so hot that she choked on it. "Don't you see how many people's business you've taken away? You're so arrogant on your first day here. You really deserve a beating!"

"It's very troublesome to protect you, so of course I have to charge more protection money!"

Seeing the young woman's self-righteous look, Izar silently admitted defeat. He had been beaten up by gangsters before, so he was a little scared. He asked his younger brothers and sisters to count out the money and hand it over.

The young woman took the large amount of money, rolled it up and put it in her pocket, "You are smart, I will protect you from now on."

She patted her chest and took another handful of skewers away.

Izar, who was being taken advantage of, sighed helplessly. Although Mr. Fan had given him the ability to fight, fighting would not solve the problem in this situation.

He was indeed thinking too simply. The skewers business was certainly easy to do, but if you took away other people's business, trouble would soon come.

Still need to think of more ways...

In the West District, Boss Kylo knelt on the ground, and the red-robed monk stood quietly in front of him.

"Have you felt the Lord's blessing? It is your greatest honor to devote yourself to the Lord's cause."

Feeling the blood and flesh jumping around in his body, the severe pain forced Kylo to lower his head. The other gangsters were already standing aside obediently.

After a few uncontrollable screams, he finally gave in.

"I agree, I agree! I am willing to work for the Lord of Blood!"

A satisfied smile appeared on the red-robed monk's face. Now, the entire West District was under his control.