Chapter 18 018 Fried Rice with Pickled Green Beans [Third Update]...
The success of the cold dishes on the first day undoubtedly boosted Mr. Wen's confidence.
For someone who was always ready to send his daughter back to school, Mr. Wen finally felt a little more at ease.
With claypot rice, braised dishes, and cold appetizers, he can keep the shop running well even after his daughter starts school!
In the evening, when preparing to serve braised dishes, Yang Tao and Qu Xiaoyu, even without orders, didn't go home but stayed at the shop to help with business.
"Since I have nothing to do at home anyway, I might as well help out here."
Hehe, Yang Tao thought to himself, I've already eaten too much for dinner. I'll have nothing to do when I get home, so I might as well move around here. Maybe I can have a late-night snack after I digest it!
Mother Wen placed the stove by the door, found a large pot, poured out some of the braising liquid, and then carefully arranged the braised dishes inside. The original braising liquid was already fragrant enough, but now that it had been moved to the doorway, the aroma became even more pronounced.
In particular, the various braised dishes are neatly arranged, and the first thing people see when they enter is a pot of various dishes that make their mouths water.
There were tempting, glistening braised pig's trotters, fried chicken feet and drumsticks with a tiger-skin pattern, as well as braised eggs, duck necks, dried tofu, and dried tofu...
The A4 sheet of paper that Wen's mother had posted next to the door had the words "Braised Dishes" written on it.
There are no prices listed, as each item has a different price. Generally speaking, vegetarian dishes can be combined into a platter for 20 yuan, while meat dishes have their own prices and can be ordered individually or as a platter.
People who just walked in were all asking the prices, and after asking, they all thought it was too expensive. Twenty-one plates of braised dishes, and they were vegetarian! Elsewhere, they'd turn around and leave!
It was only because the Wen family's rice and noodles were so delicious that these people didn't leave; they sat down one by one and ordered what they wanted to eat.
However, after waiting for a while, some people couldn't resist the aroma and ordered a pig's trotter.
Mother Wen took one out of the braising pot and placed it on a plate: "Forty-five each."
The person who ordered the pig's trotters almost said they didn't want them anymore.
It's expensive, so expensive it hurts to buy it.
Mother Wen asked, "Would you like me to cut it up for you?"
"...No need, just give me a glove."
The man looked at the pig's trotters with a deep sense of bitterness and resentment.
I'm never ordering this again after eating it today... It smells so good!
The pig's trotters were soft, chewy, and gelatinous. I don't know how this restaurant prepared them, but there wasn't a trace of the usual pig's trotter smell, not even a single hair. The pork was stewed until tender and mushy, with a trembling, gelatinous texture like biting into a jelly. With a slight chew, it felt as if the gelatinous substance was sticking to your mouth. The aroma of the braising sauce burst forth between your lips and teeth, filling the gaps between the meat, fragrant but not greasy.
"tasty!"
The sight of him engrossed in eating undoubtedly dispelled the doubts of all those who were still hesitant.
"Give me a few chicken feet!"
"I'd like to order lotus root slices, do you have potato slices?"
"Seaweed, dried tofu, and dried orchid."
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Some people who know how to eat won't even ask for a rice bowl; they'll just have a serving of rice with the braised sauce on top. They'll eat a bite of braised meat and a bite of rice, and surprisingly, it tastes pretty good.
The temperature was still quite high at night; it was past eight o'clock, and the outside temperature was still above thirty degrees Celsius.
The Wen family's business was surprisingly good; all eight tables in the shop were quickly filled, and later customers chose to sit outside.
Mrs. Wen said apologetically, "We only have two tables available today, and one of them is already booked."
Yang Hong said at noon that we could set up a table outside, but Wen's mother didn't have time to buy a table in the afternoon, so she had to borrow a folding table from each of the two neighboring houses.
One table of guests had taken the seats first, and the others who arrived later were filled with regret.
However, someone had a brilliant idea.
"Brother, we have tables in our shop too, bring them over!"
Upon closer inspection, Wen's mother recognized them as several young men from the hair salon on the street.
Zhou Xing, the owner of Xingxing Hair Salon, slapped his forehead: "That's right, go and move them! And bring a few stools too!"
Zhou Hao and Wang Lei had already run far away.
Mrs. Wen was at her wit's end. The other party brought their own tables, chairs, and benches. What could she say?
Who knew that after Zhou Xing and the others sat down to eat, the later arrivals also learned it without any instruction.
"The boss doesn't have any tables, let's go borrow some."
There are so many shops on this street; if you just open your mouth, how could you not borrow from them?
Of course, some people choose to take it home, but taking it home is not as satisfying as eating it here, where you can always add more dishes.
The evening air was hot and not cool at all, but Zhou Xing and the others were having a wonderful time with a bite of braised meat and a sip of ice-cold beer.
"Brother, shall we eat this again tomorrow?"
Zhou Xing took a big bite of the braised egg: "Do you think your brother runs a gold vault?"
The Wen family's braised dishes are really expensive. Although you can tell they are high-quality, with pig trotters bigger than those in other braised food shops and chicken feet bigger too, who can afford to eat them every day?
"Come, come, sit down. I asked the boss to reserve these seats for me."
Yang Hong gestured for several women of similar age to sit down, then turned and called out, "Give me two pig's trotters, two pounds of chicken feet, and some vegetables..."
Zhou Lei said enviously, "...Brother..."
Zhou Xing: "Shut up."
"I haven't said it yet!"
"Stop talking, I don't want to hear it anyway."
"...They are so rich."
"Then can't you learn a proper skill? I asked you to cut Lei Zi's hair, and look at the result! It looks like a donkey chewed his hair!"
"He dyed it even uglier, didn't he?"
"With your skills, you two will never be able to afford three meals of braised food in your entire lives!"
"Wow, don't make personal attacks. Who says I can't learn? I'll study hard tomorrow!"
"Okay, study hard. When you've mastered it, I'll treat you to a whole table of food!"
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Yang Hong, standing next to her, chuckled and said, "See? I told you, this restaurant is incredibly delicious. It's so popular that if I hadn't told you beforehand, there wouldn't have been a single seat available."
The woman next to him forced an ugly smile: "Yes, business is pretty good."
It's really strange. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary little shop. Why would anyone be so enthusiastic about it?
I won't even mention the takeout we ordered before, but now I'm insisting that they come and eat here again.
The group looked at each other, determined not to say anything unpleasant even if the food wasn't good.
But as the dishes were served at the other tables, filling the air with enticing aromas, the group began to have doubts. Could this place really be that delicious?
Yang Tao brought over several plates, each one of them a beautifully presented dark brown pig's trotter and braised dish.
Enjoy.
Yang Hong's eyes lit up: "Eat up! The fried rice will be served soon!"
Everyone started eating and soon began to praise it highly.
"Wow, braised chicken feet taste like this? It's even better than the dim sum I've had before."
"Wow, you guys should try this dried orchid."
"Yang Hong found a really good shop. No wonder she's gained weight recently."
Yang Hong: "...Eat up, but be careful you don't get fat one day!"
The group burst into laughter.
"So what if I get fat? It's so delicious, I don't care if I gain a little weight!"
Soon, Wen Fan came out carrying a large bowl of fried rice.
"Hello, here's your fried rice."
Yang Hong greeted Wen Fan warmly, as if he were a family member, saying, "Little Fan, you've worked so hard! Have you eaten?"
Wen Fan smiled and said, "I've already eaten. I made a slight change to today's fried rice, so it might be a little different from what you had last time."
Yang Hong took the fried rice: "Anything is fine! Auntie trusts your cooking skills. Good child, it's hot outside, you should go inside and cool off."
Wen Fan nodded, and the people next to Yang Hong craned their heads curiously.
"Is this the sensible child you were talking about? She cooked all this meal?"
Yang Hong: "Isn't that right? This child is so obedient and sensible. I wish I had a daughter like that. She is considerate of adults and has the talent to make money."
The woman next to Yang Hong took a deep breath of the aroma of the fried rice and eagerly ate a spoonful.
Wen Fan made fried rice with pickled green beans today.
It all started when Wen's father went to the vegetable market near the city to buy peanuts. The family there had pickled some good green beans, so Wen's father just bought some.
Wen Fan made minced pork with pickled green beans for lunch, and since there weren't many pickled green beans left, she used them all to make fried rice for dinner.
First, marinate the minced meat thoroughly with light soy sauce, white pepper, and minced ginger. Heat lard in a pan, add the minced meat and stir-fry until it's cooked through, then remove it from the pan. Next, add minced garlic, chopped chili peppers, and some pickled peppers that Wen Fan bought, and stir-fry until fragrant. Chop the pickled cowpeas into small pieces, stir-fry them evenly in the pan, then add the minced meat and seasonings.
Stir-fry the minced meat until it's caramelized and slightly chewy, and let the tangy aroma of the pickled cowpeas blend into the minced meat. Then add the rice and stir-fry until it's loose.
This bowl of pickled green bean fried rice is more appetizing and refreshing than regular fried rice. The fried rice is tangy and spicy, and it's fried a bit drier. The slightly drier rice, mixed with minced meat and pickled green bean pieces, gives you a complete experience with every bite – tangy, fragrant, and spicy. The sourness whets the appetite, and after a couple of bites of rice, a bite of braised meat follows. The rich, creamy flavor of the braised meat and the tangy, spicy fried rice surprisingly complement each other perfectly.
"Damn it, how did I eat so much!"
The table had four plates of braised dishes, two plates of cold dishes, a large plate of fried rice, and each person ordered three servings of rice, as well as several drinks.
The four middle-aged women ate everything clean.
"My God, I'm so full I can't stand up."
The tangy aroma of fried rice is so deceptive that once you've eaten your fill, you realize you can't walk anymore.
A few people started to feel dizzy from the food, chatting idly. They actually wanted to go home and sleep, but they really didn't want to move. They were feeling dizzy from eating, so they could only chat to help them digest.
"This girl is so skilled, why bother with school? She should help her parents run the restaurant. Who knows, in a few years she'll have everything she needs."
"Who says otherwise? To be honest, it's a waste of space to open this shop here. It would be better to open it in the CBD. You could sell it for ten or twenty yuan, or even eighty-eight yuan and people would buy it. Hey, Yang Hong, didn't you ask them what they were planning to do?"
Yang Hong: "I thought so too, but then the other child's parents said no, saying that the child is still young and that if he spends all his time around the stove, he might regret it."
"That's true. If parents really don't let their children study, then those parents are really bad. It's good that things are like this now. The children help out at home, and the parents know to care about their children."
"Look at other people's kids, mine is just awful. All he does is eat, sleep, and play games all day. Yesterday he even had the nerve to ask me to take him to get glasses. I was so angry I wanted to hit him. It's not like I got 600 degrees from studying. He's getting his prescription increased every year from playing games, and he's really shameless."
"It's the same for all of them. I'm just looking forward to the start of school so I can send my child there as soon as possible."
"Sigh, never mind. Comparing people is a recipe for disaster, comparing goods is a recipe for disaster."
"Hey, I'll have another braised chicken leg, to go."
"I want one too!"
"Tsk tsk, they're so quick to criticize, but they still have to take care of their kids when they get home."
"Let's not talk about who's right or wrong, okay?"
Are you playing mahjong again tomorrow?
"I'll come back here to eat tonight."
"Okay, then we should order less tomorrow, I'm too full."
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