Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 367 - 368: A Wave of Diners Is Coming

"Yuan Mountain Seafood Farm, this should be the place, right?"

"It’s definitely the place, but aren’t we a bit too early? It’s still morning; does Boss Wang open this early?"

As soon as the morning broke, several cars followed the GPS and parked at the entrance of Yuan Mountain Seafood Farm. A few people stepped out of the cars and began chatting casually.

"Better early than late. Who knows how many people will come here today? If we’re late, we won’t even get a morsel. So, we wait if we have to."

"I think so too. And I must say, the scenery here is quite nice."

"Right, the scenery of Northern Border is beautiful, but the sights are quite homogenized. This place is distinct and looks pretty good."

Wang Fan wasn’t late, but when he arrived with Zhuo Qianqian and Mr. Zhuo, there was already a sizable crowd gathered.

When the waiting crowd saw Wang Fan’s RV, they immediately brightened up. Such a flashy RV could only belong to Boss Wang; there’s no other like it on the whole internet.

"He’s here, he’s here, everyone make way, let Boss Wang through."

After Wang Fan parked the car, the three of them got out. Mr. Zhuo was a bit surprised and asked Wang Fan, "Are all these people here for you?"

Wang Fan replied, "I guess so; many of them are familiar faces."

Mr. Zhuo was a bit taken aback by Wang Fan’s appeal. Just for some good food, people travel all the way to this small town in Southern Border?

Just a bit further, and you’d be abroad!

"I bet these people were already traveling in Great Border and just stopped by here."

Wang Fan’s explanation made Mr. Zhuo realize a bit. If they were already in Great Border for tourism, it made more sense; there’s no way people would travel so far just for a meal.

What he didn’t know was that these people came to Great Border for tourism because of Wang Fan.

Wang Fan walked to the entrance and greeted these familiar faces with a smile, "I thought I came early, but you folks beat me to it. I can’t let you wait for nothing; today, everything here is 20% off."

The crowd erupted with joy upon hearing this, "That’s great! We’re going to enjoy a feast today. By the way, what are we eating?"

"Yeah, yeah, what’s on the menu today?"

Wang Fan pointed to the farm and said, "Today we’re mainly making exploding beef balls with freshly slaughtered beef and fresh prawns scooped straight from the pool. There’s also a prawn special with options for boiled, salt-and-pepper, or braised."

Shen Teng grinned and asked, "Exploding beef balls? Can they really explode?"

"Not only can they explode with juice, but they can also drench you, so be careful when you eat, or you’ll be asking me to pay for your laundry."

Wang Fan, already quite familiar with Shen Teng, spoke in a very relaxed manner.

"Alright, I’m off to prepare the ingredients, or else you won’t be eating today."

Hearing this, Shen Teng’s eyes lit up, "Brother Wang, Brother Wang, is there anything we can help with?"

Wang Fan said, "Making exploding beef balls requires pounding beef. Want to give it a try? Just worried you might not be up to the task with your build."

Unhappy with this, Shen Teng replied, "Brother Wang, don’t underestimate me. I’m sure I’ll manage!"

"If he’s not up to it, I am. I’m a professional in fitness, and I surely know my strength."

Wang Fan found the voice familiar. Following it, he saw a burly man like a bear stepping out of a car.

Recognizing him, Wang Fan laughed, "Geng Ge is here too? Did you bring the Cloud-Piercing Arrow?"

Geng Ge burst into loud laughter and shouted at the car, "Cloud-Piercing Arrow, come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the Iveco swung open, and a dozen or so muscular men filed out. It was quite a sight.

"We brought them out to have some fun; they haven’t trained in days. If there’s heavy work, Brother Wang, don’t hesitate to ask us. Consider it a workout."

Wang Fan liked that. He was thinking he and Mr. Zhuo would have to pound meat all morning, but with their help, they’d be done in no time.

But then Geng Ge changed the subject, "But we can’t help for nothing. Today, you must share the secret of making these exploding beef balls with me so I can make them for my trainees later."

Wang Fan assured, "Don’t worry, I’ll tell you everything you need to know so you can replicate it precisely."

"Great, I like how straightforward you are, Brother Wang. Let’s get to work."

By this point, Mr. Zhuo was feeling a bit overwhelmed. How did all these volunteers suddenly show up?

The scene that followed can only be described as a testosterone overload. Over a dozen muscular young men in tank tops, showing off their strong arms, each wielded a half-meter-long hammer specifically for pounding beef balls, turning chunks of beef into sticky mince, fully displaying the typical masculine beauty.

Geng Ge was busy filming, and the comments section of the livestream was filled with howls of excitement.

Wang Fan certainly didn’t slack off, moving from making shrimp jelly to preparing the shrimp. He placed an order for a thousand pounds of shrimp with Mr. Zhuo.

Mr. Zhuo was stunned for a moment. Do we really need a thousand pounds in just one day?

Wang Fan thought, judging by today’s turnout, a thousand pounds might even be conservative. It might not be enough. He quickly glanced at his phone and noticed that several dozen people had already arrived in Southern Border. The messages were coming in so fast it was hard to keep up, and they hadn’t come alone; each brought their family, making it easy to consume three to four pounds per household.

The business relationship between Wang Fan and Mr. Zhuo was a bit awkward. Mr. Zhuo’s Southern Whiteleg shrimp retail price was 25 yuan per pound, with the wholesale price significantly lower for larger orders, going down to 13 yuan per pound. He intended to sell them to Wang Fan for 10 yuan each.

Wang Fan firmly opposed, not wanting his father-in-law to lose out.

He insisted it should be considered retail and stuck to 25 yuan per pound, while Mr. Zhuo wasn’t too thrilled.

Luckily, Qianqian was present, ensuring neither her father incurred a loss nor that Wang Fan paid too much. They finally agreed on 16 yuan per pound.

With the lower purchase price, Wang Fan also reduced the selling price to his fans. Whatever the flavor, it was 30 yuan per pound. Any lower might upset the system, and after factoring in spoilage, it was just a processing fee.

Eating fresh at the farm was a must. Wang Fan tallied the current flavor preferences and prepared fresh accordingly. When netting the shrimp, he shook the water off completely to give his fans the best value. Seeing him do this, they felt a genuine sense of warmth.

The farm’s venue was vast, and he set up his cooking station far from the pools to maintain the pristine water quality, avoiding any pollution.

Four large cauldrons were lined up, one for boiling beef balls and the other three for the different shrimp flavors. As the shrimps’ translucent shells transformed in the pot, the aroma wafted through the air, making many mouths water. Some people were keenly observing Wang Fan’s every step, hoping to pick up skills to elevate their own culinary prowess and impress friends and family during the holidays.

Most, however, were eager and ready, anticipating their very own grand feast!