Chapter 51 051 Shredded Beef [First Update]

Let's rewind two hours.

Wang Zihao's mother handed her embarrassing son to her husband. The son is only a little over three years old and is quite chubby. She usually struggles to carry him even though she weighs over 90 pounds, but she carried him for quite a while.

My husband had just gone to buy drinks for the family. He was standing there with the drinks in his hand, and seeing this scene, he was puzzled. Why is he angry now? It's only been a short while.

I took my chubby son, who was still eating, and casually placed him on my head.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Zihao's mother threw down her bag, put her hands on her hips, and said, "How dare you say that? What kind of genes do you have? It's not like you've never had a good meal at home. You see someone eating snacks and you just squat down there and bark like a dog..."

The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt: "Do you know how many people are laughing at me?"

She wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground!

Wang Zihao's father: "Hahahaha!"

"You're still laughing! You're still laughing! I'm so angry! I'm never taking him out again!"

"Don't do that, honey!" Wang Zihao's father, a burly man, quickly tried to appease his wife.

"The child is still young. All children are like this when they are young. Think about our time. When we were kids, the thing we wanted to eat most was instant noodles..."

Wang Zihao, perched on his father's shoulders, kept echoing, "Just like it!"—it was unclear whether he understood or not.

"Besides, the cook we usually hire always orders bland food, and the dishes are too bland."

"So similar!"

"It's okay to eat a little junk food."

"So similar!"

"Just don't eat too much."

"No...no way!"

Wang Zihao, wiggling his chubby little body, rebelled on his father's head: "Delicious! I want to eat!"

"Oh dear, this is awkward, it'll fall down in a minute!"

Wang Zihao's mother watched coldly, then sneered, "Oh, so you think Auntie's cooking is bland?"

The father and son dared not speak.

"Who am I doing this for! Don't you even look at your family's size?!"

“Starting from your dad and counting down, look how fat they’ve all become!”

"Still bland? Okay, from now on, Auntie will make you braised pork knuckle and braised pork belly. You can eat whatever you like!"

Seeing his wife angry, the man quickly apologized.

"Honey, I was wrong. You were only doing it for my own good. I know you didn't want me to have high blood pressure like my dad..."

"But honey, we really can't be too strict about the child's diet."

The man held his son's feet with one hand, wedging the son over his head, while holding his phone in the other.

"Think about it, if our child doesn't eat any strong-flavored snacks normally, when he starts elementary school, he'll see other kids eating them and he'll end up like this."

The man clicked on a video he had saved, which was a video by an education expert. The case he cited was of an elementary school student kneeling down to his classmate for two spicy snacks.

The man frowned: "Wife, I know you mean well, but the child is too young. He doesn't understand what health is. He just knows that his parents won't let him eat this, so he wants to eat it."

"If you're willing to bark like a puppy today just for a little food, won't you do the same in the future?"

The couple had discussed the issue of snacks for their child countless times, but each time the wife would shut him down with the comment that they were unhealthy.

Although the snacks Wang Zihao ate at home were all imported, most of them didn't have much flavor. His wife would carefully calculate the weight of things like cod sausages, biscuits, and the occasional chocolate. As for spicy snacks, there wasn't a single one.

The man recalled that the happiest thing about his childhood was the spicy snack he would get after school for a dime. It was a big piece, and he would tear it apart and eat it all the way home.

"Honey, even if you control his diet, how long can you control it? He's in kindergarten now, but when he goes to elementary school, he'll crave what others are eating sooner or later."

Upon hearing her husband say this, Wang Zihao's mother's expression changed.

The family is well-off and generous to their children; they even have a dedicated room for their toys.

She never imagined that a child would kneel down to a classmate for a bite of spicy snack.

She glanced at her husband's phone again and fell silent.

After a long pause, she finally said, "You can eat it, but you should choose healthy options in the future."

This is her bottom line.

No matter how lenient the policy is, we can't give those unregulated snacks!

The man chuckled and patted his son on the head: "Wang Zihao, quickly say thank you to Mom!"

Wang Zihao sucked on his fingers, looking bewildered, and said, "Thank you!"

"Hey! You little rascal, hold on tight!"

The man angrily put the chubby boy down, touched his hair, and lo and behold, some beef strips had spilled out, and chili oil was stuck to his hair, though it smelled delicious.

His wife covered her mouth and giggled, "Serves you right!"

The man had no choice but to sniff his own hands, which smelled surprisingly good, and then reached out to ask his son for them.

Give me some.

Although little Wang Zihao loves to eat, he is also generous. After putting a few strips of beef into his mouth, the man's eyes widened.

"Honey, this shredded beef is so delicious! You should try some."

Wang Zihao held up the shredded beef in his hand for his mother to eat, his face beaming with pride.

"tasty!"

The woman didn't want to eat it. She usually strictly controls her weight and naturally pays attention to what she eats. This thing looks like the kind of shredded beef sold in supermarkets. Who knows if it contains excessive preservatives?

But her son insisted that she eat it, and her husband also praised it highly. She carefully tore a small strip from the bag.

The red oil is fragrant, and sesame seeds are evenly stuck to the shredded beef. The first bite is sweet and chewy, and after a few chews, your mouth is full of fragrance. The aftertaste is spicy, but not the kind of burning spiciness. Instead, it is a soft, mellow and long-lasting spicy flavor.

"It's really good."

The man pulled a few more strands from his son's hand, chewing them as he praised, "This would definitely be great with alcohol."

The woman glared at him, and he chuckled, changing the subject: "What brand is it?"

Upon closer inspection, it was a plastic bag.

"Stop looking, let's see if we run into that family later." If we do, we can ask them and buy some to eat later.

She has a sensitive palate and could tell that the oil in this beef shreds was quite good, unlike some snacks where the oil used has a rancid taste.

The family of three lingered at the zoo for a while before the man urged them to hurry up.

"This zoo has been around for a long time, and many people come but don't go in. But the monkey valley is the only place you have to go through to get out."

This shredded beef is so delicious that the more the man savors it, the more flavorful it becomes, and he thinks it tastes better than any shredded beef he's ever had before.

He asked anxiously, and the family of three waited beside Monkey Valley.

Sure enough, perseverance pays off, and soon they spotted Wen Fan and his family with their dog.

The man stepped forward first and offered a cigarette to Wen's father, who waved it away. Wang Zihao's mother then greeted Wen's mother and Wen Fan. Wang Zihao immediately reached for the egg yolk, pointing to his anti-loss leash in a childish voice, "I'm holding a leash just like it!"

Wang Zihao's parents: ...

I'm used to it.

"Thank you for the shredded beef. My child really liked it. May I ask where you bought it?"

Mrs. Wen was quite surprised. It was not hard to tell that this family had waited here on purpose, but she did not expect that they were there to ask about the shredded beef.

"I'm sorry, this was made at home."

Wen's mother explained, "Our family owns a restaurant. We prepared the shredded beef ourselves today because we were going out to have fun."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zihao's mother's eyes lit up instantly.

She has never liked the snacks sold in supermarkets, and like many parents who prioritize health, the word "preservatives" is simply a trigger for her.

As soon as Wen's mother said it was homemade, she immediately grabbed Wen's mother affectionately and asked for the address.

"My kids love to eat this, so I'm thinking of ordering more."

Wen's mother glanced at Wen Fan, and her daughter nodded gently, meaning that it was no problem and she could do it.

Thinking that she could still get orders even when she only went out occasionally, Wen's mother stopped being coy.

"Custom orders are possible, but that's not our main business... Also, it can't be stored for long periods of time."

Shredded beef can be eaten cold, but its best-before period is only three days.

Wang Zihao's mother: "No problem, I'll take twenty pounds first!"

Wen's mother thought she had misheard: "You mean twenty pounds before the procedure?"

Stir-fried beef strips will shrink after being dry-fried; a pound of meat will yield at most four ounces.

Wang Zihao's mother: "No, I meant 20 jin of finished shredded beef."

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Wang Zihao's father chuckled twice, probably guessing what his wife intended to use it for.

Both husband and wife are business people with good family conditions, so naturally their son was sent to the best kindergarten in the city, where the tuition alone is 40,000 to 50,000 yuan per semester.

Not only that, but before you can get in, there are interviews and investigations into your family situation, and you have to prepare a lot of materials.

After sending our son there, things weren't over yet. My wife has been complaining lately that the expensive kindergarten is too troublesome. It's only been a few days since school started, and the parent committee has already been selected. They're all from wealthy families, and they're always throwing parties for this child's birthday or that child's passing some exam.

Unfortunately, my son's birthday is just around the corner. As is customary, I need to send a cake to the kindergarten and also prepare gifts for each child.

Most of them are snacks or toys.

Although his wife kept complaining about how annoying it was, she was racking her brains to think of something to prepare.

As for gifts, it's unnecessary to give something too expensive, and it's embarrassing to give something cheap. For food, the kids want cookies baked by their mothers, but my wife isn't very good at cooking.

Nowadays, a can of shredded beef for a child seems novel and delicious.

After thinking about it, Wen's mother accepted the order.

Wang Zihao's mother was clearly not short of money; after exchanging contact information, she transferred 5,000 yuan.

Wen's mother clicked her tongue in surprise: "We haven't even calculated the price yet."

Twenty pounds of finished product, how much beef, how much feed, processing fee...

Wang Zihao's mother said generously, "It's okay, I'll repost it if you don't want to see it all. I'll bring the custom-made boxes over then."

This 5,000 yuan is for pure shredded beef.

Wen Fan did a quick mental calculation and felt that this deal was still profitable.

After a few words, the two sides reached an agreement. Wang Zihao's parents took their child down the mountain first, while Wen's parents took their daughter to get her tickets checked and go in to see the monkeys.

The family checked their bags, and the security guard, seeing that the dog wasn't big, allowed them to bring it in.

"Keep an eye on your pets."

This place is called Monkey Valley, but there are only a few dozen monkeys. The big monkeys look a bit fierce, but the little monkeys are cute.

Egg Yolk lay at Wen Fan's feet, and after making two 'wer' sounds, Wen Fan habitually pinched its mouth shut.

Perhaps the sound of the egg yolk startled the monkey, because a large monkey scratched its head and also made a strange "wer" sound.

Then--

The sound of 'wer' is contagious; all the monkeys in the valley started making that sound.

The tourists took out their phones.

"Hey, is that how monkeys make that sound?"

"It sounds awful, like a donkey."

"Hahaha, the donkey-braying monkey of Yunshan!"

The staff looked over there looking miserable.

Wen Fan: "...Mom and Dad, let's go."

If we don't leave soon, these monkeys will become a trending topic online.

However, Wen Fan didn't expect that the monkey wouldn't be trending on social media, but she would be.

That evening, while scrolling through her phone, Wen's mother opened a short video platform and saw her family's images.

"Xiao Fan, Lao Wen, come and see quickly!"