"It's okay, I can relax since no one's around."
Last week, his wonton stall kept him extremely busy. From the moment he set up his stall, he was cooking and wrapping wontons until all the ingredients were used up and he could finally rest.
He was very satisfied with his tasks this week.
His diners range from elementary school students to young adults and middle-aged people, but there are no elderly people among them.
If no regular customers come looking for him, he can probably slack off for a week.
The old man selling vegetables watched Lin Zhou dawdle as he skewered the mushrooms one by one, and then fell silent.
Love is just something to do to pass the time.
Judging from this, he's not selling fried skewers to make a living.
The old man was quite confident in his ability to judge people.
He immediately fell silent.
Lin Zhou got a little hungry after skewering the food for a while.
I haven't had breakfast yet.
But eating fried skewers on an empty stomach seems a bit greasy.
So Lin Zhou spotted a banana on the side, picked one up, and started eating it.
He took out his phone and started slacking off.
Every working person has to slack off sometimes.
This week's time-limited tasks made him feel like he was making a profit even while playing on his phone during his time at the stall.
In truth, receiving system tasks every week is no different from working for the system, except that he has more freedom, and the choice of whether to work or not is in his own hands.
Since it's just a job, being able to leisurely slack off and take advantage of the system's benefits during missions is quite enjoyable.
Hehe, setting up a stall is one thing, slacking off is another.
Even a banana tastes exceptionally sweet to me.
It wasn't until noon that Lin Zhou received his first guest.
"Boss, how much are the fried skewers?"
Grandma Ge saw the fried food stall at the entrance of the nursing home. She hadn't planned to buy anything, but then she thought that her grandson didn't like to eat rice but loved fried food from the roadside, so she decided to buy some anyway.
I don't know if these fried skewers are clean or not; I don't want to get diarrhea from eating them.
But the child loves to eat, and doesn't like the food cooked at home at all.
"The vegetarian items are all two yuan. For the rest, just ask and I'll give you a price."
"How much are the chicken wings?"
Aunt Ge looked at the chicken wings on the stainless steel basin, two on a skewer, which looked pretty good.
"Ten chicken wings."
"Give me a skewer of chicken wings, and that starch sausage, do you have it? My grandson loves it. One skewer of cabbage, one skewer of stinky tofu, some pork tenderloin, rice cakes, that's all."
"A total of 22."
After calculating the price, Lin Zhou started the fire to heat the oil.
The oil temperature is very important when frying skewers.
The frying time and heat level vary depending on the ingredients.
For example, if chicken wings take a long time to fry, you should put them in the pan first.
To make fried skewers less greasy, the oil temperature is crucial. If the oil temperature is too low, the skewers will absorb too much oil, resulting in greasy and non-crispy fried food.
If the oil temperature is too high, needless to say, it will burn before it's cooked through.
So, even though fried skewers seem simple, there are techniques involved in making them delicious.
Aunt Ge's eyes lit up when she saw Lin Zhou pour a bucket of rapeseed oil into the pot.
Upon closer inspection, she realized that the rapeseed oil was from a very reputable brand. She hadn't been willing to spend the money when she bought it before, as a bottle cost over a hundred yuan.
"Boss, why do you use such good oil for frying skewers?"
"It's alright, the bad ones will still have a taste after frying."
Lin Zhou responded while pouring oil into the pot with a clattering sound.
I stopped pouring when the container was about eight-tenths full.
Then just wait for the oil temperature to rise.
"Then I'll take more."
It was a rare treat to use rapeseed oil that had just been opened for the first time to fry skewers, and Aunt Ge was very satisfied.
This is much more reassuring than oil that has been used for an unknown period of time.
If I feel safe eating it, I'll buy more for my grandson so he can eat his fill.
"Any recommendations for skewers?"
With so many ingredients, Grandma Ge didn't know which ones her grandson liked to eat, and she was caught in a dilemma.
"I can make pork belly skewers, tenderloin skewers, and stuffed green peppers. I buy all the ingredients at the market early in the morning. They are homemade skewers, not semi-finished products, so they taste good and are healthy."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Ge's delight was palpable.
This is the first time I've ever seen a fried food stall like this!
"Give me one of each."
"Four pork belly skewers, three pork tenderloin skewers, and six stuffed green pepper skewers."
Cut a green bell pepper in half lengthwise, scoop out some minced meat, coat it with a thicker layer of batter, and drop it into the oil along with the chicken wings.
At this point, the oil temperature in the pot is around 170°C, which is just right.
The moment the ingredients are thrown into the oil, the calm surface of the oil boils and bubbles, coating the ingredients and releasing a fragrant aroma of deep-frying.
Food fried in good quality rapeseed oil has a rapeseed oil aroma and is not too greasy.
Instead, it brings out the natural aroma of the ingredients.
Lin Zhou doesn't need to stare at the oil pan; he can tell the cooking time just by the aroma of the ingredients.
At the right moment, remove the fried chicken wings that are golden brown, let them cool and drain off the excess oil, and then fry them again later.
Then you can throw the pork belly and tenderloin skewers into the pot.
Vegetables and tofu are added last; if the timing is right, they can all be served together.
Strings of food floated on the surface of the oil, which was filled with tiny bubbles that rapidly rose and burst, creating a constant crackling sound.
It's as if the ingredients are extending a delicious invitation, attracting passersby through sight, hearing, and smell.
Once the skewers are fried, it's time to brush on the dipping sauce. The oil from the bamboo skewers drips into the sauce in the stainless steel bowl, and the seemingly ordinary sauce is activated, becoming fragrant and tempting.
It was midday, and the elderly people in the nursing home who hadn't even had lunch yet were already craving it.
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