Yang Zhou approached Boss Qin with a grin.

Qin Yi is preparing grilled pig brains for Chongqing barbecue.

Several round foil boxes were placed on the oven, bubbling away.

Yang Zhou's eyes lit up: "What is this, Boss Qin? I don't think I've ever eaten this before."

Qin Yi gently pried open the pig brain with chopsticks, allowing the broth to flow to the bottom so that it could be heated and flavored more evenly.

Have you ever tried roasted pig brain?

Yang Zhou gasped, "Uh...isn't eating brains a bit too much?"

Qin Yi laughed and said, "Like cures like. Eating pig brains will make your graduation thesis pass easily."

"Ah! Then I have to eat it!" Yang Zhou took out his phone from his pocket and asked enthusiastically.

"Mr. Qin, could you give me your phone number? We can never find you whenever we want to eat your food."

"Among the masses, we are like clouds gathering, and in the vast sea of ​​people, we are like grains of sand. Our six roommates searched for a long time before we finally met you again, Boss Qin!"

"If we don't leave our contact information, who knows when we'll be able to enjoy your cooking again."

Seeing that Boss Qin seemed hesitant, Yang Zhou continued pitifully, "Last time, in order to pursue Boss Qin's delicious food, I specifically submitted an article to Zicheng's No. 1 Sister's WeChat official account and even won first place! I thought that No. 1 Sister's connections would allow us to find you, but I didn't expect that we still have to rely on bumping into you on the street. But what if we never bump into you again one day?"

"Alas... how many diners and chefs never meet again after just one turn."

"Okay, okay, don't say anymore," Qin Yi gave him a QR code. "I won't send you my phone number, just scan this to add me, but I rarely check messages, especially during work hours."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhou quickly scanned the QR code to add the number, and happily hugged his phone, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. We college students are just happy to have such a good meal once a week. Just let the owner know where to set up the stall when he has time."

Qin Yi nodded. "The roasted pig brains are almost ready. Go and wait to eat."

Bowls of fragrant pig brains were served, the tender white brains surrounded by bright red sauce, looking very appetizing.

But the other five people in the dormitory didn't dare to pounce on their prey like hungry wolves this time.

Young men are still somewhat resistant to food like pig brains.

"Is that huge lump of pig brain in the bowl? Pigs are so fat, is that all they have in their brains? No wonder they get eaten."

Pig: Are you being polite?

"You humans have eaten my whole body, and you still have to make sarcastic remarks."

"Is this really edible? Will it taste good? Ugh, I still can't quite accept it."

Several people sat around the table, looking at the pile of pig brains and not knowing what to do.

Yang Zhou rolled up his sleeves: "When it really matters, you still have to rely on my brother Yang!"

Yang Zhou used a small iron spoon to scoop out a small piece of the tender pig brain with the soup. The tender pig brain trembled slightly in the spoon.

He blew on it gently for a while, and then put it in his mouth when it was slightly cool.

Everyone saw him move his mouth slightly, as if he swallowed it after a few sips, and then began to scoop out the second spoonful.

"Dude, don't just focus on eating, tell us how it tastes!"

Yang Zhou learned his lesson this time; he knew that speaking less would allow him to eat more meat.

Despite his brothers urging him on, he wouldn't say a word.

He then picked up a second serving of pig brains and placed it in front of him.

Seeing this, Lu Zi steeled his resolve and said, "It's just a pig's brain, what's there to be afraid of? I'll eat it!"

Following Yang Zhou's example, Lu Ziyi first scooped out a small spoonful and took a small sip.

Her eyes lit up: "Hey! The texture is like a dessert, you know, that smooth and tender thing, what's it called again?"

Yang Zhou: "Is it mousse?"

"Yes, yes, yes! The texture is delicate and melts in your mouth. Most importantly, you can't taste any fishy smell at all. I thought it would have a strange taste."

Hearing Lu Ziyi say this, the other four also boldly gave it a try.

Some people use chopsticks to break open the pig brain, revealing a snow-white, tofu-like texture inside.

I dipped some of the sauce in the bowl and slurped it up in one gulp.

"Ah... how can pig brain be described as having skin as smooth as jade? It's as tender as the tofu pudding we eat, with an incredibly silky texture. Paired with the sauce the owner made, it's so delicious it's addictive! I want another bowl!"

Yang Zhou rolled his eyes at the group: "Aren't you guys tired of constantly contradicting yourselves? You should eat more pig brains to replenish your body's nutrients."

"Does eating this really make you smarter? Who told you that?"

Yang Zhou: "That's what Boss Qin said. She said it's a refueling station for the brain."

"Ah! That must be true! I need to eat more! I'll try my best to pass the paper on the first try!"

...

At that moment, Qin Yi took two large pieces of food wrapped in tin foil from the refrigerator in the car.

Inside the package was a whole marinated chicken and a large marinated pork rib.

Place a fine mesh rack on the grill and place the pork chops directly on it to grill.

The roasted chicken was placed into the large steel clamps and clamped tightly. Qin Yi operated them with ease, working from both sides simultaneously.

"Boss, why is there still a roast chicken? Is it a free gift?" Yang Zhou asked with a wide grin.

At that moment, a high beam shone towards him, blinding him so much that he instinctively shielded his eyes with his hand.

The electric scooter drove directly in front of Qin Yi, stopped, and turned off its lights.

Ma Xiaomei stared at the roasted chicken and ribs on the grill, and swallowed hard, slurping up a mouthful of saliva.

"Sister, you're so good to me!"

Qin Yi smiled and said, "The roast chicken is for you, and the roast ribs are for the guests next to you."

Ma Xiaomei and her daughter unloaded a set of table and chairs from the car: "Roast chicken is good! Anything you make is delicious. I'm not picky. I'll eat whatever you give me."

The little girl next to her raised her hand in agreement: "Me too!"

Seeing no hope of getting roast chicken, Yang Zhou sat dejectedly on the stool, thinking to himself that he would find Boss Qin tomorrow, and that he wanted to enjoy these happy days as long as possible.

Qin Yi flipped the special-recipe roasted chicken with one hand and used iron tongs to flip the ribs back and forth on the wire mesh with the other.

The fat from the ribs and chicken gradually rendered out during grilling.

In an instant, the smoky aroma of charcoal and the sizzling meaty fragrance of pork ribs filled the entire street.

Once the ribs have turned from bright red to yellowish-brown, sprinkle on some more seasonings and continue baking.

The aroma emanating from the roasted chicken and ribs is like an invisible hand, constantly tantalizing one's taste buds.

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Mo Baiwei rubbed his round belly and sighed, "Sigh, it seems that the night market at Nan University isn't as delicious as people say online. Not a single food item is worth writing about in my book."

She got into her luxury car, and the driver waited there the whole time.

"Miss, shall we go home now or continue to the next location for inspection?"

Mo Baiwei rolled down the car window, looked around, and was just about to tell the driver to start the car when...

She suddenly smelled an unusually strong aroma of roasted meat.

"Wait! Let me go check what kind of food is making this smell."

She immediately opened the car door and followed the unusual fragrance...