Gourmet: Midnight Vending-Chapter 337 - 314: Child’s Play Recipe: Fried Rice

Chapter 337: Chapter 314: Child’s Play Recipe: Fried Rice

The comments with the most likes are almost invariably scathing.

They blast this boss for messing around recklessly, actually selling the famed Huaiyang dish, Lion’s Head, as a street snack. Some even say this is ruining the "high-end" status of Huaiyang cuisine!

Others say this small-time boss is out of his mind. Sure, Lion’s Head is delicious, but selling it for 88 yuan each? That’s like ripping people off, especially the locals.

Some people are even angrier.

They can’t stand the soy-colored Lion’s Head at all, saying this method is untraditional and inauthentic, completely unconventional. The soy-colored one might as well be called Four Happiness Meatballs, but what’s the deal with pouring vinegar for people to dip it in?

This isn’t Lion’s Head, it’s defaming Lion’s Head!

All the high-liked comments are vehemently criticizing Chen Mo, saying his actions are unscrupulous, with some even threatening to steal his vehicle at night.

Yu Hongtao found it increasingly absurd as he read on, but upon reflection, he could understand the netizens’ mindset.

Wasn’t it the same when he first saw Chen Mo’s food truck?

From not understanding to being curious, being amazed after tasting it.

Yu Hongtao operated his phone and commented in the comment section, "Although this Lion’s Head looks plain and the eating method is somewhat strange, to be honest, it tastes quite commendable, not losing out to our local Lion’s Head."

After posting the comment, Yu Hongtao reviewed the video several times, feeling a bit puzzled.

What’s the point of an official account releasing such a video?

But maybe the official had their reasons, Yu Hongtao couldn’t figure it out, nor did he dwell on it, he put away his phone and prepared to go back to his room to sleep.

He carefully lay back on the bed, afraid his movements might wake up Yuan Xiaolin beside him.

A hungry person isn’t terrifying, but someone who hasn’t eaten their fill after half a day is truly frightening.

Yu Hongtao lay on his side and had just closed his eyes.

"Ding-dong~"

"Ding-dong~"

The phone suddenly started ringing nonstop, scaring Yu Hongtao into reaching for silence. But the more he rushed, the more chaotic it got, even inputting the wrong unlock code.

Yu Hongtao’s forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"What are you doing up so late? Not sleeping?"

"Who are you chatting with? Oh, I see, every time after things, you hastily rush to the balcony to smoke, you must be eager to chat with someone, right?"

"Give me the phone!"

Yu Hongtao opened his mouth, at a loss for words.

He couldn’t help but recall the time just after they got married, when every time after the deed, it was Yuan Xiaolin eagerly helping him fetch his cigarettes and even lighting it for him.

Yuan Xiaolin grabbed Yu Hongtao’s phone, unlocked it, and took a look, "What on earth did you do online, why are so many people cursing you?"

"What?"

Yu Hongtao took back the phone and saw, good heavens, the comment he just posted a few minutes ago now had 99+ replies, and upon closer look, it was untested refutation.

They said he was just a pawn hired by that small boss and accused him of being a lackey, helping outsiders defame his own cuisine.

Yu Hongtao was dumbfounded.

No... I was just sharing my genuine feelings, yet you netizens, who haven’t even tasted the food, are roasting me across the screen?

I just got wronged by my wife, and now I have to be wronged in the comment section online?

Time to fight back!

...

That night, Chen Mo slept exceptionally well.

After getting up in the morning, he first opened the window, making it look like he just opened the window of a camper from the outside, and the fresh air of the Ecological Garden rushed into the room.

"This place is great. If I could breathe this air every morning, I could probably live at least another year longer!"

After washing up, Chen Mo walked out of the room. According to the original plan, he intended to go to the supermarket to buy ingredients.

But now there’s no rush.

Since he had already paid enough parking fees for the lot inside the Ecological Garden, he doesn’t need to pay for the entrance fee anymore.

Walking along the small paths inside the park, he glanced at the small signs posted by the roadside plants, which provided corresponding information about them.

No lie, it’s quite interesting.

After practicing a set of Eight Pieces of Brocade, he suddenly felt refreshed in both body and mind.

"This is a place worth staying at for a while. Talk about leaving once I tire of it."

"It’s time to buy some ingredients."

Before sleeping, Chen Mo had already decided on the new dish he would sell today. Having been setting up stalls for quite a while, Chen Mo had formed his own system in terms of product selection.

First, there had to be an item driving sales, which was evidently the Lion’s Head.

Then there should be a dish prepared onsite. It didn’t matter if the profit was lower, but the technique had to be impressive, something that would amaze the customers while they watched.

Chen Mo already had something in mind—Yangzhou Fried Rice.

Back in the day at the bridge, the Ten-Perfection Fried Rice was no joke, and it was so delicious that even Dunzi risked illegal actions to snatch a bite!

Finally, there needed to be something pre-made, able to be preserved, and versatile, something like braised pork which fits the bill.

In this aspect, Chen Mo also had an idea, which was Yangzhou Pickles.

This type of pickle had a balanced sweet and soy flavor. Locals often used it to complement porridge for breakfast, or with Yangchun noodles and Tofu skin. Even the pickle-making techniques of Sanhe Simi are listed as a provincial intangible cultural heritage.

In the local dining business, pickles are indispensable.

But the making of pickles can’t be rushed, it requires more research first, whereas Yangzhou Fried Rice doesn’t.

After purchasing two 30-kg bags of Thai Fragrant Rice from the supermarket, Chen Mo, not bothering with the North Gate area, started cooking rice directly in the parking lot.

Whether it’s Yangzhou Fried Rice or any other fried rice, it must adhere to science. Back in the day at the bridge, Chen Mo had carefully explained the alpha and beta changes of rice grains to a pedicurist.

Once the rice was cooked, he poured it all out and kept it in the cabinet for refrigeration, creating an effect of overnight rice.

Then it was...

Grab a handful of rice and throw it into the hopper, Chen Mo sat on a chair enjoying the breeze, "Give me the recipe for Yangzhou Fried Rice, the kind that looks super cool to make and tastes incredibly delicious."

[?]

"Just analyze it, don’t question me."

[Analyzing now for you!]

[...]

[Analysis complete. Based on your current skills, we’ve determined the most suitable recipe for you.]

Oh?

That’s quite impressive. If you want to set up a stall in a place with little foot traffic and make a name for yourself, you must have something that stands out from ordinary vendors, thus achieving word-of-mouth recognition.

Chen Mo sucked on a straw filled with dragon fruit juice. The taste was nice, though the sweetness was light. Just don’t drink too much; otherwise, going to the bathroom would feel like urinating blood.

"Let me see what kind of recipe this is."

[Fried Rice]

Chen Mo spat out the dragon fruit juice.

"Dude, you okay?" Liu Xu stood in front of the car, a bit shocked at Chen Mo’s disheveled appearance.

Chen Mo quickly wiped the juice from his mouth, "I’m fine, I’m fine."

"You sure you’re not coughing up blood?"

"Seriously, I’m okay. Are you out for a stroll?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Not just a stroll, I actually have something to discuss with you."

Chen Mo used a tissue to clean the work surface again, "What’s up?"

Liu Xu saw Chen Mo was busy, "Okay, you handle your business first. Once you’re done, give me a call and I’ll come find you."

Liu Xu left a note with a phone number on the counter.

Chen Mo pocketed the note and nodded, "Alright."

After Liu Xu left, Chen Mo resumed reading the virtual enacted recipe.

My little truck, isn’t the name of this recipe a bit too slapdash?