Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 271 - 272: God May Close Doors, But I Answer to Lady Nuwa

Chapter 271: Chapter 272: God May Close Doors, But I Answer to Lady Nuwa

"Indeed quite... ahem, put them away, put them away. My legs aren’t short either, so this doesn’t count as a specialty! In other areas, like skills." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Hehe..."

Zhuo Qianqian retracted her long legs and said, "Boss, have you ever heard this saying?"

Wang Fan was taken aback, "What saying?"

Zhuo Qianqian squinted and smiled, "There are fifty-six ethnic groups, and fifty-five are good at singing and dancing. I’m decent at singing and dancing; my mom is a music teacher at the elementary school back home."

Well, I’ve embarrassed myself.

Wang Fan sighed; he’d forgotten that Zhuo Qianqian was from the Uyghur nationality.

"They say when God closes a door, He opens a window. Maybe He shut your alcohol tolerance window?"

Zhuo Qianqian proudly smiled, "You’ve got that wrong. I’m not under His jurisdiction; I answer to Lady Nuwa, and she’s so fond of me, she couldn’t bear to close off too many of my doors, hehe."

Wang Fan couldn’t help but laugh at her antics, and then he felt grateful to his own deity, King Yan.

This reincarnation had not only led him to the job he loved most but also found him a girlfriend who was perfect in his eyes. He thought he should burn more offerings for the deity later. Just unsure whom to address it to when sending.

If I ever get the chance to visit Beihai Province, I’ll make a trip to Mibezhuang Village to ask around. They claim to control the wealth of the underworld globally; they should know about it.

Hmm, I should also go to Shijiazhuang to learn how to make authentic Anhui beef noodles. How to make it truly authentic?

Wang Fan quietly continued eating while Zhuo Qianqian resumed studying. In the small compartment, there were only the sounds of Wang Fan gently swallowing and Zhuo Qianqian flipping the pages, making it feel both quiet and cozy.

Will it be like this after marriage?

A smile unconsciously appeared on Wang Fan’s lips, as he became filled with anticipation for his future life.

After finishing his meal and tidying up, he noticed Zhuo Qianqian was still immersed in her studies. He didn’t want to disturb her, so he sat there and began to simulate some of the culinary creations he’d crafted before.

"Reviewing the old and learning the new" truly isn’t just an empty phrase. Each time he recalled an event, he realized where he had lacked at the time and how to make improvements.

...

Today is the fourth day of the first week.

Wang Fan is known for keeping his word. Since he promised yesterday to make vegetarian fillings, that’s exactly what’s on the agenda today.

He prepared two types of vegetarian fillings: the never-tiring leek and egg filling, and the carrot, cabbage, wood ear mushroom, and vermicelli filling. The name might be a bit long, but Wang Fan believed they would be absolutely delicious.

Although the preparations were more tedious, he found joy in the process.

He planned to use the carrot and cabbage filling for the pan-fried buns and the leek and egg filling for the potstickers. However, with this approach, one might call the latter leek boxes too?

With swift hands, Wang Fan turned the peeled carrots into fine shreds, slicing soaked wood ear mushrooms and vermicelli into strands and small sections, respectively.

After blanching the shredded carrots and cooling them down, he mixed them with other fillings.

Taking a large bowl, he added light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, soybean paste, and a touch of oyster sauce, mixing them well before pouring them over the fillings.

In fact, dark soy sauce is optional. If he were in Guangfu or Shanghai, he definitely wouldn’t add it, but in northern cities, the coloring effect achieved with dark soy sauce enhances the dish significantly.

Using chopsticks, he stirred the mixture clockwise until it was perfectly blended and ready.

Checking the time, Wang Fan smiled confidently. Next up was the part that would amaze those top-notch students.

Today’s mission—make them cry from the aromatic experience!

Zhang Yang felt like he was flying.

The tall and sturdy Kerry, who supposedly played rugby, grabbed Zhang Yang by the arm and dashed forward, worried they’d miss out on the golden banana he had been craving all night.

Though Zhang Yang had explained yesterday that it was called a potsticker, Kerry still liked to call it the golden banana.

"Zhang, we need to hurry. I don’t want another night where we miss the delicious beef!"

Zhang Yang immediately retorted, "No Kerry, you’re a staunch vegetarian. I even told the boss yesterday about making vegetarian fillings, and he promised he would prepare them for us today."

"No, no, no! You’re the one who made that promise, not me. Currently, I’m a staunch carnivore, and you can have the vegetarian ones."

As the two chatted, they arrived at the cafeteria, just as its doors opened. However, some students had been waiting for a while and began streaming in.

Seeing the line ahead of them, Kerry was displeased, "Zhang, you Huaxia folks have no sense of time! The doors open at 7:30, and they’re early waiting here. It’s unforgivable!"

Zhang Yang helplessly replied, "With so many people and limited resources, rushing becomes inevitable, especially when people from the outside come trying to take what’s already scarce."

Kerry shook his head vigorously, "I’m not a monk, and I don’t drink porridge. I want to eat meat, eat beef!"

Zhang Yang was speechless. Aren’t Germans supposed to be rigid? Yet there’s no hint of that here, with him changing his preferences on a whim.

Thankfully, the crowd wasn’t overwhelmingly large, and by the third serving, it was their turn.

Zhang Yang longingly glanced at the meat potstickers and meat buns, ultimately opting for five vegetarian pan-fried buns, five vegetarian potstickers, and a cup of soy milk.

Kerry ordered 20 potstickers and a sausage.

Looking at his own plate of vegetarian buns and potstickers, Zhang Yang sighed. He wasn’t even tired of the meat fillings yet; saying otherwise was just finding an excuse.

But since he had said it, he had to bear the consequence, hoping the vegetarian ones wouldn’t be too bland.

Picking up a pan-fried bun, Zhang Yang popped it into his mouth.

Biting down gently, he felt the familiar texture of soft dough mixed with crispy skin.

Zhang Yang sighed in disappointment. If it were meat, the next moment would be juicy. But this vegetarian filling...

"Sizzle!"

Instantly, Zhang Yang’s eyes widened.

What’s going on?!

As he broke into the bun, not only did a burst of juice flood his mouth, but also many bouncy components popped out, creating a refreshing and rich aroma that filled his senses.

The scalding juice made Zhang Yang exhale heavily, yet he couldn’t bring himself to spit out any of the contents.

Zhang Yang was certain: the vegetarian filling was even more delicious than the meat!

As the temperature dropped slightly, he couldn’t help but savor each bite.

The soft, slightly sweet taste—this must be the carrot. The chewy texture appeared to be wood ear mushrooms. And the springy bits must be vermicelli?

Like a curious child, Zhang Yang kept exploring the ingredients in his mouth, feeling a little joy each time he identified one.

Carefully picking up another bun, he gently cracked it open to pour the juices into his plate, then cheerfully remarked to Kerry, "Are you sure you don’t want to try this vegetarian pan-fried bun?"

Watching Zhang Yang break open the bun, Kerry noticed the once-plain inner fillings had turned a slightly reddish hue, thanks to the soy sauce soak.

The fillings, interwoven yet distinct, resembled an intricate painting.

Kerry could even distinctly recognize each ingredient, making him unconsciously swallow in anticipation.

He silently asked himself a profound question.

At this moment, should I reconsider becoming a staunch vegetarian?

Could anyone please give me an answer? Waiting online, quite urgently!