Gourmet: Midnight Vending-Chapter 344 - 321: Beat the Young; the Old Arrives

Chapter 344: Chapter 321: Beat the Young; the Old Arrives

One characteristic of Yangzhou Fried Rice is the "gold wrapped in silver" effect.

There are two ways to make golden fried rice at home. One is to mix the rice with beaten eggs in advance, which requires immediate mixing.

The other method involves mixing while frying, which demands precise control of the heat.

However, neither method has anything to do with what Chen Mo is doing right now.

Yu Hongtao was still a bit confused; this indeed went beyond his knowledge of Yangzhou Fried Rice. But then he thought, the sign on the little boss’s Blackboard didn’t say it was Yangzhou Fried Rice; maybe it’s just regular egg fried rice?

But then again.

No way, if it’s just regular egg fried rice, why on earth are you charging me 188 Yuan?

Yu Hongtao didn’t have time to think about it as an old man suddenly appeared beside him and said, "Haha, what is the little boss doing?"

A group of people followed this man, looking rather imposing.

Chen Mo raised his eyelids slightly and said, "Fried rice."

The old man looked about sixty, with his hands behind his back and a ruddy face, "I know you’re frying rice. I mean, why are you setting up a stall here cooking like this?"

Chen Mo was a bit impatient.

Mainly because he didn’t like people speaking to him in an interrogative tone, so he didn’t lift his head, nor did he look up, continuing with his work.

The middle-aged man behind the old man smiled apologetically and said, "Master Qin, there’s no need to be angry. This trouble was caused by the young people from our unit who didn’t know better. Let us handle this matter."

Gao Hao was standing at the back, muttering to himself, "I was telling the truth, the little boss’s Lion’s Head is really delicious."

The middle-aged man turned his head and glared at him fiercely, "Shut up."

At this moment, the brothers Xue Ping and Xue An, who were busy mixing meat stuffing, turned their heads upon hearing the commotion. Xue Ping took a deep breath.

"Look, who is that!"

"Wow, Master Qin? Bro, should we go over and say hi?"

Xue Ping took a few steps forward but stepped back, "Better not. Before Master Zhou left, he told us not to claim to be Elder Qin’s disciples while he’s in trouble. We’re just his grand-disciples, and not formally recognized. We may know him, but he may not know us."

"True." Xue An dejectedly continued mixing the meat stuffing.

Everyone knows about the time-honored tea houses Fuchun and Yechun, but few are aware that in a secluded part of Yangzhou, there is a tea house called Yingchun.

In the early days, Yingchun Tea House was also very famous in Yangzhou, but later it reportedly closed down due to poor management.

Only a few privileged individuals know that the owner of this tea house felt he was too old and didn’t want to expand blindly, so he found a quiet place to open a small shop.

Yingchun Tea House doesn’t serve the public, and you can’t dine there even with an appointment; it’s all up to the owner’s mood. Yet, even so, food lovers and some of the elite are eager to get through its doors for a meal!

The chef of this tea house is the old man in front of the food cart right now, Qin Zhenhai.

Of course, if it weren’t for his intervention, the cultural and tourism department’s leaders wouldn’t have come to the Ecological Garden to personally handle such matters.

Of course, Xue Ping and Xue An know Qin Zhenhai, who has a stellar reputation in Yangzhou’s culinary scene. Moreover, he is...their former boss, Zhou Yu’s master.

"Why do you think Master Qin is here?"

"Probably because the online argument got too heated, and he wanted to join the hype. These days, older folks love going online; my grandma gained a follower recently and was thrilled for days."

Xue Ping curled his lips and stopped looking.

Their livelihood is on the line with this bet, they have to take it seriously!

Seeing that Chen Mo was ignoring him, Qin Zhenhai just shook his head with a smile.

He wasn’t the type to throw his weight around. After scanning the surroundings, he saw another stall next door.

"Oh?" Qin Zhenhai walked over, "Lion’s Head, selling for 18 Yuan here, 88 Yuan over there? Young man, how are yours made?"

Just like Xue An said.

They knew Qin Zhenhai, but Old Qin didn’t have much of an impression of them. Even so, the two of them didn’t dare to slack and replied respectfully, "We make them according to our Huaiyang Cuisine methods."

Qin Zhenhai smiled and nodded, "Alright, give me a few servings for the people here. By the way, why did you set up your stall next to that little chef’s?"

Xue An, who’s known for speaking without thinking and also had a bet on the line, smugly told Old Qin, "We set up our stall here to defend our Huaiyang Cuisine’s reputation! We’re not only setting up a stall but also made a bet with the little boss!"

"Oh?" Qin Zhenhai was intrigued, "What’s the bet?"

"Let’s bet on whose lion’s head sells more today. The loser will work for the winner for free for a month."

"Tsk!" Qin Zhenhai smacked his lips. "Sure, hehe, young people are indeed impressive. How about this, give each of us two, I’ll support you this time."

Xue An quickly counted; Master Qin brought along seven or eight people. Without thinking too much, he immediately started making them with Xue Ping. Not long after, twenty lion’s heads were simmering in the pot.

"Please wait a moment."

"Hmm, this lion’s head dish needs the people to wait, that’s how it is, we’ll wait."

Qin Zhenhai looked around, then casually sat at a small yellow table, his gaze occasionally landing on Chen Mo. As Chen Mo moved, Qin Zhenhai’s curiosity grew more intense.

Yu Hongtao was standing closest to Chen Mo, and he was also shocked, shifting from his initial skepticism.

The shrimp oil and lard-fried egg yolk wasn’t making the "Golden Wrapped Silver" rice grains he thought it was.

The golden egg yolk mixture was poured into hot oil; Chen Mo didn’t even stir much. Once it reached a semi-solid state, forming a ’golden carpet’, he removed it all from the pan.

Then he added shrimp oil and lard again.

As the black pot heated up, Chen Mo scooped a spoonful of egg white into the pot!

"What? Frying the yolk and white separately?"

"Just wait and eat." Occasionally catching the unfriendly look from that old man, Chen Mo felt somewhat underestimated.

Moreover, this old man had just engaged in unfair competition, blatantly going to the competitor and ordering twenty lion’s heads. Absolutely vile!

Thinking to himself, he’s glad his [Fried Rice] recipe is entirely a show-off recipe. Just wait and see.

The egg white in the black pot solidified rapidly, and Chen Mo’s black spatula danced swiftly, as if it were magical. The egg whites were fried to be light and finely shredded, like flakes of snow!

The cooked snowflake egg whites were scooped out by Chen Mo and set aside in an instant.

Yu Hongtao, watching that bowl of snowflake egg whites eagerly, felt like he could blow them all away from such a distance.

Starting the pot again, he heated it with oil!

He added minced ginger and sliced garlic to the pot.

Qin Zhenhai, who had been intensely curious, laughed suddenly and shook his head.

"Elder Qin?" asked the cultural tourism leader.

"Just watching him fry the eggs, I thought there might actually be some innovation, but it’s a pity. He wants to imitate Yangzhou Fried Rice but added garlic slices, and that’s the biggest mistake. The internet wasn’t wrong, this young man is just messing around."

After saying that, Qin Zhenhai looked at the empty food container on the table that Yu Hongtao had just finished eating. Inside, there was still some sauce and a noticeable taste of vinegar.

Next to it was a bowl of clear soup, with only a small piece of the soaked lion’s head eaten, now it’s already cold.

Qin Zhenhai looked sideways at Gao Hao.

This kid didn’t seem to realize his mistake, with his head down the whole time.

"Since we can confirm that this little shop owner is just putting on a show, I think you should delete that video and that would be the end of it. In my opinion, this is an outsider taking advantage of our Huaiyang famous dishes for publicity. Continuing the fuss only serves the little owner’s purpose."

The cultural tourism leader smiled, "You’re right, yes, exactly."

Gao Hao, with his neck stiff, protested, "Why! That video almost has a hundred thousand likes, and even my apology video has fifty thousand likes, why should it be deleted!" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Seeing the leader displeased, Gao Hao mustered his last bit of courage and said, "Even if you want to delete it, you should at least try it first! See if I’m talking nonsense. If I’m wrong, I’ll delete the video and apologize again! If I’m not wrong, then the video shouldn’t be deleted."

The leader was visibly about to lose his temper, raising his arm to scold Gao Hao.

Qin Zhenhai waved his hand, "Yes, this young comrade is right. No investigation, no right to speak. Just now, we each bought two lion’s heads over there, let’s buy one here too, that’s fair, so everyone can try."

Gao Hao stood up angrily, "I’m not treating, I have no money."

Then he walked to the food truck. "Boss, nine lion’s heads."

Chen Mo had been busy and hadn’t had time to check his phone, unaware of the uproar online.

Seeing it was an old customer from last night, he didn’t say much, "Please wait a moment, I’ll finish this fried rice."

"Mm-hmm."

Gao Hao nodded, standing next to Yu Hongtao to watch together.