Chapter 354: Chapter 351: The Fragrance Law Arrives Late but Never Fails—Supreme Delicacy!

Afternoon.

"Can we eat the chicken feet now? Can I have a taste?"

The first thing Hadan did after returning from herding sheep was to ask about the chicken feet.

No wonder, everything Jiang Feng makes tastes superb.

Whether it’s flower cakes or beef sauce, it leaves him longing for more.

Jiang Feng didn’t hesitate and directly let Hadan and Bugude bring over the chicken feet.

The two chuckled, carrying the plastic boxes, and soon arrived at the dining room.

Through the plastic boxes, you can see the shredded chili peppers and celery inside, the red and green combination looks particularly enticing.

"Soaked for a day, they must be flavorful."

Jiang Feng signaled them to open it.

Hadan quickly moved, unclipping the ears on both sides of the plastic lid, and then lifted it off.

Looking closely, the tender white chicken feet were soaking in the seasoning, emitting a mixed aroma of vinegar and spices.

A casual scoop with a spoon yields several fresh and crisp boneless chicken feet.

They poured the chicken feet into a basin, then everyone picked up chopsticks and immediately put the chicken feet into their mouths.

The very first bite delivers a refreshing sensation.

The chicken feet are drenched in broth, the vinegar and chili flavors quickly stimulate the taste buds, making the mouth water.

The chicken feet are quite springy; the milky white tendons are visible at the opening.

Chewing them results in a "crunch crunch" sound, very satisfying.

"Mmm, these chicken feet are so delicious, absolutely delightful!"

Hadan was content, eating several in a row.

The others also showed expressions of enjoyment.

Jiang Feng calmly picked up a chicken foot and put it in his mouth.

With one bite, a burst of sour and spicy delight erupted.

The juice hidden within the chicken feet kept being extracted by the mouth, providing a sensation of ultimate satisfaction.

The chicken feet are very resilient but can be chewed apart after a few bites.

The more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes.

"This is just too fragrant!"

The few others beside them kept exclaiming.

This was not flattery, but genuinely delicious.

For those who love sour and spicy flavors or enjoy eating spicy food, this is an excellent treat.

Jiang Feng didn’t know how he blended the seasonings, but the combined flavor was excellent.

Just as it was about time for dinner, the kitchen had also prepared the evening meal.

The employees all came to the cafeteria.

Old Sun was in charge of serving and said:

"There aren’t many chicken feet, about three per person, we’ll serve more later."

Everyone followed the rules and queued up to get their food upon hearing Old Sun’s words.

Some employees didn’t know the chicken feet were made by Jiang Feng, and didn’t think much of it.

It was only when they started eating that their faces showed amazement.

"Yo, Old Sun, these chicken feet are great, let’s have more next time."

Niu Erhu exclaimed in surprise.

Old Sun waved his hand, "I can’t make them, the best I can do is pickled chicken feet with pickled peppers; I can’t do this sour and spicy taste."

Upon hearing this, while eating chicken feet, Niu Erhu exclaimed:

"You didn’t make these?"

Old Sun dished himself a bowl of food and replied:

"With this flavor, guess who made them?"

Niu Erhu, who usually had his meals at the cattle farm and didn’t know Jiang Feng made the chicken feet, said:

Yang Maolin explained to him, "These are specially made spicy and sour chicken feet developed by the ranch manager, to be sold at the Harvest Festival."

Upon hearing Yang Maolin’s words, Niu Erhu understood.

"The manager developed it, no wonder, the taste is just incredible."

"Old Sun, you should learn from the manager, so you can make more in the future."

Old Sun waved his hand, "Couldn’t do it, I can make pickled white radish slices, I’ll ask the manager later."

In the dining room, everyone was chatting and boasting, the atmosphere was very nice.

Jiang Feng’s chicken feet obviously received everyone’s approval, leaving no issues.

Old Sun being humble as a chef.

These pickled chicken feet aren’t really a secret recipe, unlike braised beef or flower cakes.

Once you grasp the ingredients, a chef can easily make them.

But many detailed factors are better handled by Jiang Feng himself.

The chicken feet were just too delicious.

The cafeteria was filled with the sound of sipping, and the employees quickly finished two basins.

"I’ve eaten many chicken feet, never tasted ones this good."

"Is there any more? Let’s have some more and indulge."

"I’ll buy some myself then."

"At this rate, they’ll probably be bought out before leaving the ranch."

The employees were discussing enthusiastically.

The chicken feet made by Jiang Feng were indeed different from those made by others.

The first taste of sour and spicy goes in, and the more you chew, the more fragrant it gets.

Regarding everyone’s requests, Old Sun was unable to help.

Because all the chicken feet were already gone.

Only when Jiang Feng cooks more can they have more later.

Jiang Feng reserved a big basin early for himself, and took it home to share with his family in the evening.

This basin had not much chili; even pregnant women could eat it.

Liu Yiyi was also very satisfied with Jiang Feng’s cooking skills, eating a lot.

The Harvest Festival is just around the corner.

During this time, Old Sun, like someone on a spending spree, started crazily buying chicken feet at the market.

As the chef of the ranch and also responsible for procurement, many market and butcher shop owners knew Old Sun.

Seeing Old Sun buying so many chicken feet, and all top-quality, large ones, everyone was curious.

"Old Sun, why are you buying so many chicken feet? You won’t finish them even by next year. Are they for feeding tigers? I heard your ranch head has got tigers?"

The butcher shop owner was very curious about Old Sun’s purpose for buying chicken feet.

Old Sun was tight-lipped and wouldn’t say much, he just replied:

"I have my reasons for buying them, they will definitely be eaten."

After Old Sun returned, Jiang Feng had already started arranging the process of making chicken feet.

Just the big boxes, more than forty were prepared.

All sorts of side dishes were also ready.

This time, it seemed they would have to work overtime to make chicken feet again.

These chicken feet could only be made fresh and sold on the spot, not mass-produced.

It could bring some new experiences to the Harvest Festival.

Locals buying snacks and eating freshly made chicken feet wasn’t bad.

And so, the ranch quickly got into production.

Box after box of chicken feet were being made.

Since it was a meat product, obtaining the selling license was particularly simple.

The boneless fragrant chicken feet were priced at 50 bucks a pound.

Once all the procedures were completed, Hadan and Bugude, along with a few others, took the chicken feet to the appointed tent.

The process was already familiar.

On the day of the Harvest Festival, they could just start selling directly.

There were already herders queuing in this area.

After all, whatever Jiangfeng Ranch made were oddly good things.

No matter what it was, it was never wrong to buy it and try.

At this moment, a couple was strolling not far away.

"Look over there, so many people are queuing, let’s check it out," the woman said enthusiastically.

"It’s probably another one of those internet-famous stores, haven’t you been scammed enough?" the man was slightly helpless.

His girlfriend was great in every way but loved to join the crowd and check into internet-famous restaurants.

Sometimes queuing for two hours just to buy an ice cream, which tasted no different from regular ice cream.

The man really didn’t understand this behavior.

What’s worth queuing for?

Besides, the man felt in many cases the crowd at those internet-famous restaurants were mostly hired decoys.

Just to trick those who are rich and foolish.

This was the Harvest Festival, a big market event on the grassland, with performances in the evening.

The flow of people at other stalls was stable, but here, this line was so long.

There must be some catch here.

"Let’s take a look, this time it’s definitely different."

"Grassland people shouldn’t chase after internet-famous restaurants, the food must be especially good."

His girlfriend tugged at his hand, coquettishly.

Although the man didn’t believe it at all, but well, he was the man in the relationship.

"Fine, let’s see what it is, if it’s not good we’ll leave immediately."

The two of them joined the line, waiting a long time.

"What’s being sold up front that there’s so many people?" the man asked someone in front.

"Seems like chicken feet."

"Seems like? You’re not sure but still queuing?"

"You must not be local, this is food made by a big ranch owner, it’s particularly tasty," that person replied.

Upon hearing this, the man pursed his lips nonchalantly, completely unconvinced.

After about ten minutes, they reached the front of the line.

"Handmade sour spicy boneless chicken feet, fifty a pound."

Hadan introduced to the two.

"Fifty a pound? That’s daylight robbery," the man frowned.

But considering his girlfriend wanted to try, he bought a pound anyway.

Hadan skillfully scooped up the chicken feet, drained them, and weighed them.

"A pound and an ounce, I’ll charge you fifty."

The man paid, received seven or eight pairs of disposable gloves, then he and his girlfriend sat down nearby to eat.

Around them came sounds of comfortable moans:

"Delicious, refreshing!"

"Slurp! Slurp! Ah! So satisfying!"

"Really good, gotta buy more."

Seeing the surrounding expressions of comfort, the couple, half-believing, put on disposable gloves, scooped up the chicken feet, and put them in their mouths.

With just one bite, the man’s eyes lit up.

The taste of the chicken feet was amazing, refreshingly cool and tangy.

With a bite, the juice burst out, both fragrant and spicy.

Both of them couldn’t enjoy food without spice, eating such chicken feet was pure enjoyment.

"Oh my god, it’s so delicious, let’s buy more later."

His girlfriend exclaimed.

"It is really good, no wonder there’s such a long queue," the man completely forgot his earlier thoughts.

The law of ’it tastes better than you think’ although delayed, finally happened.

The couple exchanged glances, both pleasantly surprised.

This grassland trip was worth it, they got to eat such a delicacy!