Food: The super chef just wants to set up a stall leisurely

Wen Zhiyi was enjoying it, eating a duck leg in his left hand and a skewer of pork tenderloin in his right hand.

He had done this on purpose to irritate Wen Jin, but as he ate it he discovered that it was really delicious.

There is a subtle sweetness on the surface of the duck leg, which melts into the crispy skin. When you take a bite and chew it in your mouth, you can hear the crispy sound, but the meat inside is tender and juicy.

But the meat just being tender is not enough, the cuts on the surface of the duck legs allow the marinade to penetrate deeply into the meat, making the meat tender and smooth while still having a bland taste, without the greasy feeling of pure meat.

In addition, the duck leg skin is not only brushed with honey, but also sprinkled with an even layer of salty and fragrant seasoning, which enhances the layering of the duck leg. I don’t know how they did it, but every bite makes people feel extremely fresh and fragrant.

Wen Zhiyi completely forgot about the video and sucked the oil off his fingers.

At this time, the mobile phone video message rang again.

He thought it was Wen Jin throwing a tantrum again and calling again, and was about to hang up, but when he saw it was his beloved eldest daughter, he quickly wiped his hands and answered the phone.

"Dad, what are you eating? You made my brother so angry." Wen Yulan moved closer to the screen and looked closely at the snacks in Wen Zhiyi's hand.

"He's being pretentious. Ignore him! Lan, you just happened to call me. I was just about to talk to you!" Wen Zhiyi perked up when he saw his daughter, which was completely different from the disdain he showed towards his son.

"What did you say? Are you showing off that your fried skewers are delicious, or are you showing off that you made my brother cry?" Wen Yulan smiled as she looked at Wen Zhiyi, who was living like a child despite his age.

"Didn't you find a suitable person in Yangcheng a few days ago? I'll find one for you!" After Wen Zhiyi said this, he took another bite of the fried pork tenderloin and felt the fragrance lingering in his mouth.

"Dad, eat slowly. I'm not in a hurry. "Wen Yulan wanted to laugh when she saw the old man eating with oil dripping from his mouth. Unlike Wen Jin who was always controlling and anxious, she was open-minded and didn't control her parents' lives. At their age, it was good enough for them to be happy.

"Look at my duck leg, it's fried until it's crispy. This is the old-fashioned frying method and flavor, but it tastes better than the old-fashioned one. I don't know what she put in the dipping sauce, it's so fragrant! The same goes for the fried tenderloin, it's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the texture is just right. I haven't eaten such a craftsmanship in all these years." Wen Zhiyi put the fried skewers together to show Wen Yulan, and Wen Yulan cooperated by opening her eyes wide to study it carefully, and then swallowed silently.

"Dad, where did you buy this? Why didn't you buy one for me?" Wen Yulan was also tempted.

"I bought it at the fried skewers stall in front of the school. I really didn't expect it! A few days ago, I met a girl when I was fishing. She was about the same age as Yunyun. She said that... As a result, when I went to her stall..." Wen Zhiyi ate half a duck leg, half a chicken rack and a skewer of pork tenderloin. He couldn't eat any more, so he put down the fried skewers and told Wen Yulan what happened vividly.

"I was thinking that a few days ago, your Yangcheng said that the newly hired girl was not suitable for the job, and she just wanted to leave. I think this girl is good!"

"It sounds good, but people's business is so good at setting up stalls, they may not be willing to do it. Besides, I have only been doing this for two months." Wen Yulan was tempted, but a little uncertain.

Wen Yulan works in Jiangcheng and is a branch manager of a construction company. She currently has a project under construction in Yangcheng, which is in the final stages of construction.

Their construction site is equipped with a special canteen, and the canteen team is also regularly stationed at the construction site. There is a chef, an auntie who makes side dishes, and some helpers, etc.

Last month, the canteen’s regular side dish auntie went back to the village to take care of her elderly family member who was sick. The subordinate in charge of the construction in Yangcheng hired a new auntie temporarily, but the auntie was not used to the canteen’s cooking mode and the dishes she made were not satisfactory. Although they were side dishes, the workers were still full of resentment because they could not eat well.

The aunt herself was embarrassed, so she offered to resign a few days ago. Her subordinates agreed, but they had not found a suitable person yet, so she turned to Wen Yulan, a native of Yangcheng and her boss, for help.

Wen Yulan mentioned it casually when she was chatting with Wen Zhiyi, but she didn't expect that the old lady would take it seriously and sell her someone in just a few days.

"It's only two months, and it's summer. If she goes there, she won't have to stand outside in the sun all day. She has to set up a stall in a corner to avoid the sun. You're done here, and the weather happens to be cool. It's perfect for her to continue setting up the stall, isn't it?" Wen Zhiyi continued to sell, ignoring Wen Yulan's concerns.

"That's true. What's her name? Give me her contact information so I can ask her."

"Uh..." Wen Zhiyi choked.

"Pfft, Dad! You're selling to someone when you don't even know their name or contact information?" Wen Yulan was overjoyed.

"...I'll go talk to her tomorrow!" Wen Zhiyi's old face turned red.

After hanging up the video call, Wen Zhiyi couldn't wait to send Wen Yulan the video he recorded of people queuing for the stall.

“So many people? Is it really that delicious?” Wen Yulan, who originally thought her father was exaggerating, was also shocked when she saw the video.

"Come on, Dad! It's up to you to ask the stall owner to help!" Wen Yulan sent another message right after that.

Wen Zhiyi replied in a very trendy way with a cute nodding cat emoji.

"Old man, what are you doing again!"

Just as I was feeling proud, a strong voice came from outside the door and the nanny Aunt Niu quickly opened the door.

"Oh, so early today, did the Yangko troupe fire you?" Wen Zhiyi turned his head and jokingly looked at his wife Fan Guiying, who was still wearing the dance troupe's clothes. The old lady looked radiant and danced with great energy.

"I haven't even finished recording the video! Your son's eyes are red like a rabbit, and he's urging me to come back to see you. The old sisters are dancing happily! Tell me what you ate!"

Fan Guiying sat down next to Wen Zhiyi in a hurry.

"What is it? Why does it smell so good?" Fan Guiying was rummaging through the food bag that Wen Zhiyi had placed on the table.

"Your son is crying over junk food! Don't touch mine!" Wen Zhiyi said, pretending to be angry and trying to take the food bag off the table.

"Oh, you two, you just keep getting angry all day long. What's there to be angry about? He's childish, and so are you?

How old are you?! Don't you take care of yourself? Isn't it easy for our son to work outside? "Fan Guiying saw the camera above her move and turned towards her, and she quickly changed her tone and started to scold her.

Wen Zhiyi also saw it, and deliberately opened the fried skewers and took one out to wave in front of Fan Guiying.

"Smell it, how delicious it is! Look at the fried pork ribs here, they are so crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, leaving a lingering fragrance in your mouth!"

In front of the camera, Fan Guiying originally wanted to push him away, but as soon as Wen Zhiyi opened the ** box and took out the fried skewers, the aroma went straight into her nose. Fan Guiying couldn't help it and followed the fried skewers with her eyes.

Wen Zhiyi was secretly proud of himself. He and Fan Guiying had been married for most of their lives. How could he not know what kind of person she was? Fan Guiying really loved to eat, but he, on the other hand, didn't really like to eat. His last stomach problem was not caused by eating, but by being picky about food! Wen Jin didn't know anything, but he still insisted on meddling and making a fuss.

Wen Zhiyi smiled triumphantly, then took out a half-eaten duck leg and showed it to Fan Guiying.

"Let me tell you, this duck leg is their signature dish. Students may not be able to get a taste of it even if they queue up for an hour. It has the sweet taste that you like, and the skin is still crispy. The duck leg is fat but not greasy, and the aroma of the skin fat goes really well with the sauce!" Wen Zhiyi said with a beaming smile.

"I, I'll try it..."

Fan Guiying grabbed Wen Zhiyi's hand and quickly took off the bag of duck legs.

"Son, let me try some poison on your father! How can he eat this kind of junk food so casually? I have to eat it first. Only then will I know and then I can criticize him!" Fan Guiying tried to cover her ears and steal the bell in front of the camera.

"Hahaha, Mom, it's me! Your little son said he's angry enough and he won't watch it anymore today." Wen Yulan originally wanted to watch the fried skewers, but she didn't expect to turn on the camera and see her parents were having fun performing. She laughed so hard that her stomach hurt, and she couldn't hold it back anymore, so she shouted through the camera.

"Oh no! Why didn't you say it earlier!" Fan Guiying stopped acting and took the duck leg and took a bite.

"Hmm! Delicious!" The white-haired old lady's eyes lit up.

Although it was a bit cold, you could tell that the flavor was really good. The skin was still crispy, and the whole duck leg was firm and fat-rich, which made people's appetites whet.

"Look how dirty you are. You're eating half a duck leg from someone else's mouth!"

"You old man, it's your blessing that I don't despise you!" Fan Guiying rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm planning to recruit this girl who makes fried duck legs to Lanziyang City. They need someone to make side dishes there. What do you think?"

"I think so! When are we going?"

"I'll go tomorrow. I'll go to her stall to see her in the afternoon."

"I'll go with you!" When Fan Guiying heard about setting up a stall, she immediately wanted to go with them and even forgot about the video she had planned to take with her old sisters the next day.

……

"System, why is there a task like asking an old man to taste fried skewers?"

On the other side, Zhao Xiaojing, who had finally closed her stall, received the reward for completing the task and asked curiously.

[This system is an intelligent system, you will know the reason. ]

Zhao Xiaojing didn't ask and didn't pursue the matter. The system had been good enough to her. She had just received the reward for completing the task, which was 20 system coins, 100 cash, and 100 experience points. Completing the task was almost effortless.

Zhao Xiaojing relaxed her whole body, let out a long sigh, and collapsed on the bed in a daze.

A total of 874 skewers were sold today. With fewer varieties, the speed increased a lot, and she even had time to rest in between.

Seeing that business was getting better and better every day and efficiency was also improving, Zhao Xiaojing began to be a little afraid to set up the stall.

Although the guests were very nice, she sometimes found it quite funny and was amused by them, and they did help her fry the skewers very quickly.

Zhao Xiaojing was very grateful, but she didn't know how to express her gratitude to them. Deep down, she was overwhelmed by this sudden enthusiasm.

After all, setting up a stall is your own business. It's OK for customers to help you for a day or two, but it's not OK if there's no exchange of interests for a long time. Customers will feel uncomfortable and wonder why I have to help them after I've spent money.

As time went by, she got used to these customers self-service sauce and takeaway, and she would take it for granted. Eventually, customers stopped coming, and she would find it difficult to accept it psychologically. Eventually, the stall would collapse because of something that originally had good intentions.

This was a simple fact that she understood only after living a lifetime in her previous life. At the beginning of this life, she sounded a warning to herself that she must never again develop the habit of taking other people's kindness for granted.

How about changing the location of the stall? Zhao Xiaojing thought hard, but couldn't come up with a good solution. Instead, she came up with the idea of ​​changing the location.

Tomorrow happens to be Friday, and students will have a holiday for the weekend, so maybe I can go to the night market to explore.

Then I will make more tomorrow to give back to the students who came to support me even though they couldn’t buy any…