This braised pork trotter rice, which I had been waiting for since morning until afternoon, made me realize the true meaning of life being worthwhile the moment it entered my mouth.
It's as if the waiting time itself becomes a catalyst for the deliciousness.
After the meal, Lin Zhou looked at the remaining pork knuckle in the pot and glanced at the time.
Five o'clock.
It seems like now is the perfect time to set up a stall and sell dinner!
If we don't set up a stall, wouldn't it be a waste to have these pork knuckles?
There's so much delicious flavor in this pork knuckle, it would be a terrible sin to waste it!
Moreover, what does it mean to receive genuine praise from a hundred diners when you haven't completed this week's task?
Is it enough to just accept it internally, or is it necessary to say it out loud?
"I'll take this untouched pork knuckle to my stall, and the rest is for your dinner. I don't know when I'll be back from my stall, so if you get hungry tonight, just eat it yourselves."
People have gotten used to Lin Zhou wanting to set up a stall whenever he makes something delicious.
This will help carry all the ingredients onto the stall.
Xi Luopo is a road near the city center. It was named after a large hill that existed before the road was built.
The area is not only surrounded by shopping malls and pedestrian streets, but also by schools, including universities and primary schools, making it a very lively place.
Lin Zhou sets up his stall right at the time when people get off work.
There is a lot of traffic on the road.
The mission location is Xiluopo, which means that this area is acceptable.
Sensing the surge in foot traffic, Lin Zhou casually drove his tricycle into an alley and prepared to set up his stall.
Since I don't know anywhere, I can just find any spot.
Looking around, there's even a coffee shop in the alley.
Lin Zhou unloaded the rice first, and then only a bucket of pig's feet was left on the cart.
The pig's trotters were kept simmering over a low flame. As soon as the lid was opened, the rich aroma of the old braising liquid wafted out. The smell spread very quickly, and soon the whole street was filled with the fragrance of the food.
The boy sitting in the coffee shop writing his thesis was so engrossed in typing that he didn't even notice the passage of time.
Although school was on holiday, he hadn't finished his thesis yet. Going home would mean dealing with all sorts of things and causing a lot of noise. He figured he might as well stay at school and finish his thesis while his classmates were all gone.
Then the coffee shop in the alley across from the school became a good place for him to write his thesis. It was quiet and comfortable, and the aroma of coffee allowed him to think quietly.
But the aroma of this coffee just doesn't seem right today.
The boy looked up and saw that the sky outside the window had darkened. In the alley that was originally empty, there was suddenly a stall.
After taking a careful sniff, the boy suspected that the rich, fresh aroma was coming from this stall.
My stomach, which hadn't felt hungry before, started growling after being attacked by the aroma of food.
The aroma is really irritating.
The boy tried to focus on writing his paper again, but found that he just couldn't concentrate.
All I can think about is cooking.
After resisting for a while, I simply couldn't resist the aroma of the food.
The boy glanced at the time; it was a little past five. It seemed like it was time to eat. He put his laptop and backpack down, turned around, grabbed his phone, and walked out of the coffee shop.
He wanted to see what this stall was selling; it smelled so good!
As soon as he stepped out of the coffee shop, he smelled an aroma that was many times stronger than before. It was the original aroma of the braising liquid, combined with the flavor of the pork knuckle that had been stewed for so long, with the aroma of the bones and meat infused into the broth.
The closer you get, the stronger the aroma becomes.
As he approached the stall, a large pork knuckle, still steaming and bubbling, appeared before him.
The boy subconsciously touched the corner of his lips.
No drooling, that's great!
"Boss, how much is the pork trotter rice?"
The boy's attention was completely focused on the pot of braised pork knuckle in front of him.
Before him was a beautiful braised pork knuckle, and to his nose was its delicious aroma. All he wanted now was to have a serving and taste it!
"30 yuan a serving."
"There's pork knuckle, rice, vegetables, and rolled-up food."
For the first customer, Lin Zhou briefly showed him the ingredients that could be seen on the stall.
One serving, please!
Thirty yuan seems insignificant compared to the beautiful and tempting pork knuckle in the pot.
Lin Zhou responded, picked up the round takeout box that came with the stall, filled it with some rice and put it at the bottom of the bowl, and then placed it next to the cutting board.
Use a slotted spoon to scoop a whole pork knuckle out of the pot, cut off a piece, cut it into small pieces, place it on top of the rice, then cut a few slices of pork rolls, and add some greens on top.
Finally, add a spoonful of the soul-stirring braising sauce.
A serving of braised pork knuckle rice is now complete.
"Um, how do you add pig's trotters?"
The boy waited for a long time and saw that in addition to pig's feet, there were also pig's trotters in the pot, which made him a little envious.
Compared to the tempting braised pork knuckle, the whole pig's trotter seems easier to gnaw on. I can't imagine how happy he would be if he held this pig's trotter in his hand and just gnawed on it.
School's on winter break recently, so there's not much food left.
They're all things I'm tired of eating.
I'm tired of all the takeout options near the school.
It was rare to come across such a novel roadside stall, and it looked so delicious that the guy couldn't resist.
"A pig's trotter costs 25 yuan."
"Give me one."
Indulge yourself! Faced with such a huge pot of braised pork knuckle and trotters, who could resist?
The boy quickly took out his phone and paid 55 yuan.
Then I got a pork knuckle and pork trotter combo rice, which was very generous and looked very tempting.
"Thank you, boss."
The boy's attention was completely focused on the braised pork knuckle rice, and he didn't notice Lin Zhou at all. After paying, he took the pork knuckle rice and walked towards the coffee shop.
There were no seats at Lin Zhou's stall. The boy took the braised pork trotter rice back to the coffee shop to pack up his things. The aroma of the food was strong as he walked into the coffee shop.
Immediately, all the guests in the room turned to look at him.
The boy paused, then immediately explained, "I'm not going to eat at the coffee shop. I'm just coming back to pack my things and then I'll leave."
The boy thought that the stares from everyone were because they were worried that he was eating inside and the smell would linger and bother others.
But the other guests had no such idea at all.
"Is this the taste?"
"It smells so good!"
"This is the taste! Where did you buy it?"
What is this?
Faced with their questions, the boy scratched his head, a little bewildered.
This is not what he expected!
"I bought it in the alley outside."
"Boss, can we eat in the restaurant?"
Before the boy could speak, the girl next to him suddenly asked the boss a question.
The coffee shop owner was sitting at the bar.
Everyone in the shop could smell the aroma of the food, and she was no exception.
"It's edible."
The guests, having received an answer, all looked at the boy with curiosity.
It seems they're waiting for him to try one on the spot and see how it tastes.
It's lunchtime. Coffee is delicious, but it can't replace a meal.
The aroma really made everyone hungry.
Just then, the boy came back carrying a bowl of braised pork knuckle rice, and he immediately became the center of attention.
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