Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 250 - 251: Juicy Explosion—Come Forth, Thumb-Sized Shengjian Bao!

Chapter 250: Chapter 251: Juicy Explosion—Come Forth, Thumb-Sized Shengjian Bao!

Wang Fan’s speed was incredibly fast. He was always a quick guy, don’t overthink it; I’m just talking about cooking here.

Over 200 steamed buns, neatly arranged on the bamboo steamer, and it took Wang Fan just seven or eight minutes.

He opened the stove, and the oil in the large frying pan had just started to heat up a little. He picked up the bamboo steamer and placed the small buns one by one into the pan.

Due to the low flame, the pan didn’t make that sizzling sound of frying, but a peculiar aroma of dough quickly filled the air.

While continuing to make steamed buns, Wang Fan meticulously smelled the changes in scent from the frying pan. As soon as a slight burnt aroma was released, he stood up, uncovered the lid, poured water into the pan, and then covered it again.

While continuing to make buns, he laughed and said to Zhuo Qianqian, "Help me write a sign: Authentic thumb-sized pan-fried buns, 1 yuan each, 4 yuan for 2, 6 yuan for 3, 10 yuan for 5, 20 yuan for 10."

"Huh?"

A huge question mark appeared above Zhuo Qianqian’s head. The boss wasn’t bad at math, so why write it like this? Was he too busy to think straight?

"Boss, 1 yuan for each, shouldn’t 4 yuan be for 4 buns? And 10 yuan should be for 10 buns."

Wang Fan shook his head: "No, 4 yuan is for 2, 10 yuan is for 5, just write it like that."

Confused, Zhuo Qianqian scratched her head, stopped thinking, and wrote what Wang Fan said on the sign.

Nobody had seen or heard of Wang Fan’s pan-fried bun shop before. University students naturally have a strong desire to explore new things, especially with Zhuo Qianqian, the campus beauty from the science department, attracting attention.

"Pan-fried buns? Didn’t this place serve spicy hotpot before? It was shut down for poor quality, right? Is this a new place?"

"I don’t know, but the school hasn’t sold pan-fried buns before, seems worth a try."

"These are common in Shanghai and the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas. Wow, it has a sign written by our faculty’s beauty; what makes this boss so special?"

"What the heck, 1 yuan for 1, 4 yuan for 2? 10 yuan for 5? It’s the first time I’m hearing that buying more costs more!"

"Does the boss not want to do business?"

While the nearby students were discussing, Wang Fan already placed the freshly cooked pan-fried buns on a large bamboo platter and handed it to Zhuo Qianqian waiting outside.

Smiling, Zhuo Qianqian received the platter and couldn’t help but swallow upon seeing the buns.

The rich aroma of dough and meat made her feel energized all over.

Indeed, a beautiful day starts with the boss’s delicious cuisine!

Everyone’s eyes focused on the platter Zhuo Qianqian was holding, filled with about 30 buns stacked like a mountain.

Each bun was small and delicate, in two colors—white and tender dough on top, sprinkled with black sesame seeds, white sesame seeds, or small rings of green onions, and the bottom, golden and crisp from frying, looked very appetizing.

Plus, with the freshness just out of the pan, each bun seemed even more charming.

Zhuo Qianqian put the platter on the table, laughing, and said, "Come, taste my boss’s skill. Be careful not to swallow your tongue. Oh, the boss specifically mentioned eating it like soup dumplings, first biting a hole to let heat escape, then sipping the broth, finally eating the bun—don’t skip any steps, and the boss warned that not following the steps carries consequences."

Li Jing teased, "Boss said, boss said, everything is ’boss said.’ I think you’ve been brainwashed."

Laughing, Zhang Ya added, "But seriously, Qianqian’s boss looked really handsome, even better than Wu Feng." Wu Feng was the campus heartthrob who pursued Zhuo Qianqian for a month.

Zhuo Qianqian shrugged, "Looks can’t be eaten. I don’t think my boss is that handsome. It’s just that his cooking is delicious, haha! Oh well, less talk, quick eat! Boss said the buns lose flavor if they cool down."

Again, ’boss said’!

Li Jing, Zhang Ya, and their third roommate Jiang Chenchen all gave Zhuo Qianqian a speechless look.

There’s no saving this girl!

Already picking up a pan-fried bun, Zhuo Qianqian held a bun that was almost thumb-sized and found it cute.

At her lips, she gently bit a small hole, the top half of the bun’s skin remained soft yet slightly stronger than the previous steamed versions.

Pan-fried buns come in unfermented and semi-fermented types, some even steamed before frying. Wang Fansuan chose semi-fermented with both frying and steaming, which is common in Guangfu.

When she broke the bun’s skin, a rich broth aroma hit her, and she saw ample meat juices inside fusing with the meat stuffing.

Large chunks of meat, wrapped in lustrously alluring meat juices, looked alluring to the bone.

Flipping her wrist, Zhuo Qianqian turned the bun over, letting the meat juices slowly drip through the hole to the dish below. When the juice stopped flowing, half a dish was filled.

Li Jing’s expression changed in amazement: "Wow, such a small bun can hold so much broth?"

Equally surprised, Zhang Ya said: "I barely smelled meat initially. I thought this bun would be all dough, never expected it packed such a punch. No aroma spreading without a bite, really?"

Jiang Chenchen, curious, picked a bun and held it up: "I’m just curious, what would happen if I didn’t follow your boss’s eating instructions?"

Zhuo Qianqian replied speechlessly: "I think you shouldn’t be curious about everything."

Jiang Chenchen sniffed: "Curiosity is the ladder of human progress. Answers gained without firsthand experience are just castles in the air." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Hurry up and eat, you can be curious afterward."

Zhuo Qianqian picked up the pan-fried bun again, gently blew on it, dispersing steam rising straight off it. Slowly, she sent the bun into her mouth and took half.

Instantly, the rich, fresh-flavor spilled throughout her mouth—a unique blend of meat aroma, green onion fragrance, and dough texture.

The salty meat stuffing had a faint sweet touch, the pork’s flavor and texture perfectly enhanced by the seasoning—although she’d already poured the broth once, more meat juices lay hidden in the stuffing.

The crispy bottom and soft top of the bun wrapped the tender filling in perfect contrast, every bite a delightful synergy.

She couldn’t help but close her eyes, savoring the meat pieces and juices streaming through her mouth, enjoying the wonderful taste.

No wonder the boss made such progress in such a short time!

Previous buns were delicious, but without the current quality of seasoning. If before, the spices focused on flavor enhancement, now they perfectly highlighted the fresh flavor of the ingredients themselves.