Food: Random stalls, customers chase me all over the country

Chapter 640-Northeast Fried Chicken Rack

Master level!
I won’t feel sleepy anymore after hearing this!
The fatigue in Wang Fan's eyes disappeared in an instant, and became bright.

This half-step master of his has been dead for a long time, and he has never found a way to break through.

As someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder, although the title of "Half Step" is well-deserved, it is still unpleasant to look at it often.

The Pastry World Cup?

Wang Fan opened the webpage and began to search for relevant information.

The pastry competition was founded in 1989 by the famous pastry master Gabriel and the top French chocolate brand Valrhona. It has now developed into the most influential and prestigious international pastry competition. It is held every two years. After the qualifiers are held in more than 50 countries, four intercontinental competitions are organized, namely the African Cup of Pastry, the European Cup, the Asian Cup and the Latin American Cup. Finally, more than 4 teams of top pastry chefs from various countries will go to Lyon, France to compete for the final championship.

Gabriel didn't know, but he knew Valrhona. The iceberg lava chocolate he made today was made with Valrhona chocolate. He didn't expect that he had such a strong connection with this brand.

After seeing this competition and thinking about the final reward, Wang Fan couldn't help but wonder - does it mean that if he wants to be promoted to the master level, he must compete with the most outstanding chefs in the world?

This is not without reason. Many industries emphasize actual combat to prove their worth. Within a limited time, adrenaline is pumped out to squeeze out one's last potential, and a hearty battle with an equally matched opponent allows one to discover one's own shortcomings and learn from the opponent's strengths to verify each other. Does this really seem to be a feasible path?
If the dessert skill reaches the master level, by analogy, will my chef skill also be elevated to the master level?

Are there any levels above Master?
Grandmaster level?
God of Cooking?

"What are you thinking about, boss? Why are you so absorbed in it?"

"I'm thinking about how to make them cry."

Zhuo Qianqian's eyes lit up when she heard this: "Chinese or Western style?"

Wang Fan thought for a moment and said, "I remember seeing a honey cake when I went to Altay before. Do you think we can make that?"

Zhuo Qianqian said happily: "Of course, that cake is delicious."

"Okay, let's do this tomorrow."

They had eaten this cake when they visited DJI, and it left a deep impression on him.

When chatting with the owner of the cake shop, I learned that this cake evolved from the traditional Tatar pastry.

The ancestors of the Tatar people came from Russia. During their migration to Xinjiang, they also brought these Russian-style pastries here, forming a traditional delicacy with Central Asian style. These pastries are often made and shared on special occasions such as festivals and birthdays, symbolizing reunion and happiness.

The important point is that before making this dessert, you can also practice making Western desserts in advance.

And the most important thing is that this cake is easy to make and large enough to cater to those enthusiastic eaters.

"Boss, you don't seem to have made this cake before? Can you make it tomorrow?"

"Ok?"

Wang Fan, who triggered the keyword, was instantly unhappy: "Can I do it? Oh, wait, I'll make it for you and show you."

Wang Fan got up and went straight to the kitchen, and quickly prepared the ingredients and kitchen utensils.

Mix 60 grams of butter, 35 grams of white sugar, and 45 grams of honey in hot water, then add one egg liquid, 170 grams of low-gluten flour, and 2.5 grams of baking powder. As the stirring continues, the materials in the mixing bowl are mixed together and take on an attractive golden color.

Putting the golden dough into the refrigerator, Wang Fan hummed and said, "Today I'll show you what the innate dessert holy body is."

"Pfft..."

Zhuo Qianqian couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Boss, when did your desire to win become so strong?"

Wang Fan was slightly stunned by what she said. It seemed that it was true?

"I don't know either. After the dessert competition?"

"That's possible. How long should this cake base be refrigerated?"

"More than an hour, what's wrong?"

Zhuo Qianqian chuckled: "It's still an hour away anyway, why don't we go out to the night market and see if there's anything delicious?"

Wang Fan looked at the time. It was just past 7 o'clock. It would be fine to go out for a walk. "Okay, then go get dressed. Wear more clothes. It's going to be cold at night."

After saying goodbye to my second uncle, the two of them went out.

You don't have to run far, there is a night market on Central Street not far away. Maybe it's because the snow melted during the day and it was too cold at night, coupled with the wind, Central Street is a little deserted at this time, even the southern guests who often go out at night have returned to their residence early.

Not long after they walked, they saw a roadside stall in front of them. All kinds of ice cream were displayed on the stall, but the owner was nowhere to be seen.

Zhuo Qianqian really likes to eat Northeastern Big Plate. It would be a waste if she doesn't eat it in such cold weather. However, the boss's absence makes her feel helpless.

Under Zhuo Qianqian's surprised gaze, Wang Fan took two from the stall and took out his phone to scan 10 yuan. "The boss must be hiding somewhere warm. Ten yuan is enough."

After saying that, he tore open the package and handed the big board to Zhuo Qianqian.

I took the ice cream, brought it to my lips, and slightly extended my tongue. The sweet feeling was transmitted directly to my brain through the tip of my tongue.

But when she wanted to retract her tongue, she found to her embarrassment that it was stuck to the ice cream.

Zhuo Qianqian pouted her lips, preparing to exhale towards the ice cream, using the hot air to thaw the tip of her tongue.

"call……"

Zhuo Qianqian only felt two waves of coldness coming over her again, and then she discovered with tears in her eyes that her lips were also stuck to the ice cream.

"Brain board, then the ice cream bites me!"

The tip of her tongue and lips were stuck to the ice cream, making her pronunciation unstandard. The muffled sound made Wang Fan laugh.

"It's minus 20 degrees Celsius now, you can't even lick telephone poles, how dare you lick ice cream?"

As he spoke, he took out a thermos from the big pocket of his down jacket.

Warm water with the sweet scent of wolfberry slid down the ice cream, finally saving Zhuo Qianqian's lips and tongue from the ice cream, but the ice cream also shrank by a quarter.

Zhuo Qianqian was not embarrassed or angry. She acted as if the person just now was not her. She took Wang Fan's arm and continued walking forward.

Business is not good when there are few people. Many stall owners have packed up and left when they saw that there were no customers. It is incomparable to the grand occasion of the past few days.

"Boss, go buy two fried chicken cutlets."

Following Zhuo Qianqian's finger, Wang Fan spotted a stall owner standing in a slightly sheltered spot. Not far in front of her was her fried chicken stand. Fried chicken racks were a specialty of Northeast China, and many small shops and stalls relied on them for their livelihood. Because chicken racks were relatively cheap, even selling them at a lower price still made a profit.

Seeing the guests coming, Xu Hong quickly took her hands out of Liu's slightly warm trouser pockets, rubbed her almost frozen face, and hurried over to greet them in two steps, fearing that she would miss the two guests.

"Brother, can I have two chicken racks to try?"

Xu Hong has a typical Northeastern elder sister personality. She greeted the two of them warmly right from the start. She is in her forties and her cheeks are flushed with passivity.

As soon as Wang Fan saw the elder sister's outfit, he knew that she must have a story. In addition, she still insisted on setting up the stall in such a cold weather with few customers. It was probably because she was forced to do so by life.

Looking at the chilblains on his elder sister's hands, Wang Fan felt a little sad for no reason.

"Sister, how much are the fried chicken racks?"

Xu Hong said enthusiastically, "6 yuan each, 10 yuan for two, would you like to try one, brother?"

Wang Fan sniffed, and the oil that had just been heated told him that this was today's new oil, and it didn't have the smell of impurities in it, which showed that the business hadn't opened yet.

"Big sister, we were in a hurry to go out today and we didn't bring any money. Our phones are frozen and won't turn on. Can you give us two to try first? If they're delicious, we'll come back tomorrow."

Zhuo Qianqian looked at Wang Fan strangely. Just as she was about to say that her phone was turned on and she had money in her pocket, Wang Fan gently squeezed her hand.

Being very clever, she immediately changed her tune and said, "That's right. Big sister, can I have two to try first?"

A hint of difficulty flashed across the eldest sister's face, but it was only for a moment: "Okay, since I heard you're not from here, I'll just treat you to a meal."

"Thank you, sis."

The elder sister took out the marinated chicken from the basin and put it into the pot after the oil heated up. Wang Fan asked curiously, "Elder sister, how often do you change the oil? I heard that many people don't change it once a month."

The older sister, holding the chicken carcass with tongs, smiled and said, "There should be very few people like that in the Northeast. We usually change the oil every three to five days. If business is good, it's three days, and if business is not so good, it's five days. I have a slower business, but I also change it every three days. These were just changed today."

Zhuo Qianqian asked curiously, "It's so cold today, and there are not many people on the street. I see many stall owners have gone home. Why are you still freezing here?"

The eldest sister's smile was somewhat helpless. "Who would be willing to stand in this cold wind if there was no other way? My family passed away early, leaving me with two children and two elderly people to support. Who would dare to rest?"

"Then you are still willing to send us two?"

Zhuo Qianqian felt a little bit reluctant.

The eldest sister's voice became cheerful again: "Two chicken racks can't make me rich, and my younger sister came all the way to visit me and I can't let her feel wronged."

Zhuo Qianqian's warm palm deftly reached into Wang Fan's down jacket and twisted the tender flesh around his waist.

"hiss……"

Wang Fan couldn't help but take a breath. The familiar pain that he could never get used to made the muscles at the corners of Wang Fan's mouth twitch uncontrollably.

Knowing that this kind-hearted girl was angry because of his behavior, Wang Fan quickly said to her, "Sister, it's enough now. If you fry it any further, it will get a bit mushy."

The eldest sister was stunned: "Is it okay now? I usually fry it for 6 minutes."

Wang Fan has already determined that the elder sister's fried chicken rack is a unique recipe. No wonder the business is so average. Not to mention the unique recipe, it's probably not even up to the average standard of Northeastern fried chicken racks.

As for what the elder sister said about changing the oil every three days, Wang Fan knew it was true. The elder sister might lie, but the smell from the fried chicken truck could not deceive his nose. The oil that had been fried for a long time had a unique smell, and Wang Fan could smell it at once.

"If you fry it for too long, it will become dry, with less meat and less flavor."

Zhuo Qianqian looked at Wang Fan suspiciously, and now she had some idea of ​​what was going on.

This should be because he feels that the elder sister is a little pitiful and wants to give her some advice?

After realizing this, Zhuo Qianqian felt a little embarrassed. It seemed that she had been a little too heavy-handed just now.
He reached out and touched Wang Fan's waist again, gently soothing the place he had just twisted.

"Brother, you are quite knowledgeable, right?"

The eldest sister said as she obediently took out the chicken rack: "Do you want chili?"

“Just normal spiciness is fine.”

Zhuo Qianqian said proudly, "Sister, let me tell you, he's amazing. Let him teach you a few tricks, and I guarantee your business will be booming."

The eldest sister burst into laughter. "Sister, you really know how to joke. You look like you haven't even graduated from college yet, right? You don't look much older than my eldest son. Here, your fried chicken racks. Eat them while they're hot. I've already ripped them apart for you."

Wang Fan took the fried chicken and tasted it. The taste was just okay. It was still a little overcooked because of his elder sister's hesitation, and the chicken was still a little dry.

However, this chicken rack is quite fresh and does not have the snowy smell of being frozen for a long time. Therefore, it tastes unique, but it is relatively light.

"Sister, please fry all these chicken racks. Fry one side of the chicken rack facing down for one minute and 20 seconds, turn it over, and fry it for another minute and 20 seconds before removing it from the pan."

At this moment, Wang Fan suddenly thought of his old friend Gang Ge, who used to often organize a series of early shifts. He thought it was appropriate to give this elder sister an early shift.

The eldest sister was stunned: "They all exploded?"

Wang Fan took out his phone and said, "Let me cover it for a while and it will turn on. Blast everything in the basin and everything you brought with you. I want them all."

The eldest sister quickly said, "I still have a lot here. It would be a waste if you take all of them and can't finish them."

Wang Fan pointed at the sanitation workers who had just appeared in the distance and were cleaning the trash cans one by one and said, "Just fry them. I'll treat them."

Xu Hong felt that it was a little unreal. How could such a good thing happen to her?
"Brother, please don't make trouble with me. I have a lot of money."

Wang Fan shook his head: "If I really want it, just do it directly. Count the quantity first and I'll pay the money first."

"I bought a total of 100 chicken racks today. The one you're giving me is the first one I made today. Since you want so many, I'll give you a discount. Just give me 400."

Wang Fan directly scanned 500 yuan and said to Xu Hong, "Sister, I have some experience in making fried chicken racks. I have also figured out a recipe. If you are interested, I will find a place to write it down for you later. You can go back and try it yourself. Business should be better."

"Huh? Just write it out for me? I'll give you some money or something."

The eldest sister was dumbfounded at this moment. She felt that either she was dumb or the little brother in front of her was dumb. How could such a good recipe be given away for no reason?

Wang Fan shook his head and said, "It's not worth much if you just guessed it yourself. If you want it, just wait a little longer. I'll go to the store up ahead and get some paper and pen to write it down for you."

(End of this chapter)