Chapter 64 Meow Meow
Fried chicken and malatang are two street food giants that are completely unrelated and not in competition with each other.
But at this time, because the discussion about the king of snack stalls in City A is getting more and more intense, there is already a confrontation between these two cuisines...
Fried chicken eaters declared that they would never touch a bite of spicy hotpot in their lives to dirty their mouths;
Malatang eaters claim that fried chicken and other things are all imported pagans, and Malatang is the authentic Chinese snack stand!
Both sides are eager to draw a line between themselves and the other.
Jian Yunlan, who first sold spicy hot pot and then fried chicken, said: "."
When he registered a new account and kindly reminded everyone that the two bosses might be the same person, he was scolded for three whole pages.
Jian Yunlan spread his hands and put down his phone.
A light bulb suddenly lit up in his mind, and he suddenly had a bold idea...
Tonight, why not set up two stalls, selling spicy hot pot on the left and fried chicken on the right.
Malatang with fried chicken, double happiness.
The more Jian Yunlan thought about it, the more feasible it seemed to him. His eyes lit up more and more, and he immediately began to pack up the tricycle and mobilized the housekeeper and others to help with modifications.
Buy groceries!
Soon, Jian Yunlan arrived at the vegetable market on a tricycle. I bought bamboo skewers and various ingredients for spicy hot pot.
Just before he was about to leave the market, he suddenly saw a magical stall.
At the stall, a blond foreigner, wearing a chef's uniform, was selling his wares in fake Mandarin:
"If you pass by, take a look. Cheese shipped from my hometown Italy. Cheese! Mozzarella cheese!"
It was the first time I saw someone selling cheese in the vegetable market.
Still a foreigner.
This strange combination attracted many people to watch, but no one touched the cheese.
Jian Yunlan was a little curious, so she walked forward and took a look. The mozzarella cheese shreds were packed in a transparent sealed bag, with a light and delicate creamy yellow color.
"How much is the cheese?" Jian Yunlan asked.
"Fifty yuan a bag, all made from the best buffalo milk cheese," the foreigner smiled, showing his big white teeth, but his expression was a little sad:
"I came from the west and dreamed of opening a milk tea shop, specializing in cheese-flavored milk tea, but... I couldn't even make ends meet and went bankrupt. Now I just want to clear out my inventory and go home."
Many people nearby were whispering and saying they didn't believe it, probably because it was just a made-up story to sell cheese.
And it’s so expensive.
But Jian Yunlan could tell at a glance that this cheese was of high-quality grade with a purple glow, and selling it at fifty yuan a bag was indeed a bargain.
Jian Yunlan: "I'll take care of it all."
The foreigner's eyes lit up and he handed over a dozen flyers: "Good man, this is the advertisement for the sublease of my milk tea shop. I'm giving it to you. Please help me find the right person."
Jian Yunlan took the ad and looked at it:
[Popular shop for rent!] It was used to run a cheese milk tea shop. The best mozzarella cheese flavor is combined with milk tea, but unfortunately...】
Jian Yunlan: “.”
If you use mozzarella cheese to make milk tea, who will go bankrupt if not you?
Mozzarella cheese is not suitable for desserts. It has a sticky texture, salty with a hint of milk. It is most suitable for making pizza, lasagna, etc.
Looking at the cheese, Jian Yunlan came up with a brilliant plan in his mind.
For today’s fried chicken, let’s make cheese chicken fillet!
As for the malatang, you can fry some dough sticks and make an old-fashioned sticky malatang.
Well, the plan worked.
When they returned to the Jian family villa, the housekeeper had already modified the tricycle. Because it had to accommodate two stalls, the tricycle became nearly twice as large.
The butler's eyes were full of concern: "Master, you have worked hard. Is there anything we can help you with..."
"Then help me pound the chicken steak!" Jian Yunlan said bluntly.
Butler: "Okay."
The process of making cheese fried chicken is not complicated. Just like the fried chicken a few days ago, it is marinated first.
But Jian Yunlan prefers large and thin chicken steaks, so she cuts the chicken breast in the middle and beats it continuously with the back of a knife to make the chicken steak thin and chewy.
Soon, under the organization of the housekeeper, bursts of regular pounding sounds were heard in the villa.
"Everyone, work hard! If you do a good job, the young master will reward you!"
Compared to fried chicken, the preparation of malatang is much more complicated. Fortunately, Jian Yunlan still has the experience and tools from his previous stall sales.
Boil the bone soup, then wash and slice the ingredients and string them onto bamboo skewers.
This is the first time I fried dough sticks.
In order to fry the dough sticks, Jian Yunlan bought enough all-purpose flour, as well as baking powder, baking soda and other necessary ingredients.
After mixing the flour and baking powder evenly, Jian Yunlan beat in an egg and stirred the flour while adding cold water. Soon, the flour turned into a loose-looking batter.
A crucial step in frying dough sticks to make them crispy and fluffy is to beat the batter with your fist, but never knead the dough.
Jian Yunlan put on disposable gloves, clenched his fist with one hand, and began to pound the dough, folding it as he pounded.
With repeated beating, the batter quickly becomes snow-white, soft and has a fine texture.
Taotie stood by and watched for a while, folding his arms, then sneered and said, "It's so simple, I can do it too."
Now Jian Yunlan can interpret Taotie's mood very well. Taotie seems to be in a good mood today, with his eyes squinting lazily. Although he is still rebellious, he will not deliberately ask for a beating.
Jian Yunlan: "? If you can do it, go ahead."
"Humph, do you think I dare not?"
Taotie looked proud as he took a portion of the batter, put on gloves, and looked at it for a moment.
The next second, a sharp light flashed in his golden pupils, and he suddenly punched out -
boom!
The batter, the bowl containing the batter, and even the table top on which the batter was placed... all shattered.
The batter hit the floor at an incredible speed like a meteorite, so fast that sparks flew, and a meteorite-like crater was smashed into the floor.
Jian Yunlan: “?”
The servants of the Jian family: “???”
Taotie said complacently: "This is much better than your fight, right?"
Jian Yunlan looked at the wasted food with a smile on her face.
But there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
Jian Yunlan didn't say anything, but just looked at Taotie silently.
A normal person would probably feel terrified if being stared at in this way, but Taotie was different.
After he and Jian Yunlan stared at each other's 'burning' eyes for a while, he couldn't help but look away, muttering with red ears: "...Human, why are you looking at me like that?"
Jian Yunlan: “……?”
What are you talking about?
"You are permanently banned from the kitchen." Jian Yunlan pushed Taotie out of the kitchen with an expressionless face.
Taotie immediately became unwilling. He grabbed the kitchen door frame and said anxiously: "I understand. Give me another chance!"
Everyone in the villa was busy, and Jian Yunlan herself was even busier.
Taotie really wants to help, and his heart is genuine.
Jian Yunlan looked at him and sighed.
Half an hour later.
Under Jian Yunlan's guidance, Taotie can now beat the batter with skillful but not overly exaggerated force. Once he started, he was very quick and snow-white doughs appeared quickly.
As a qualified ancient ferocious beast, Taotie has not neglected exercise even though he is now working at a snack stand.
In addition to helping out at the snack stand and in the kitchen every day, he would get up at five in the morning to work out, do push-ups, boxing, and standing meditation, etc., always keeping himself in the best possible condition to deal with all his enemies.
——Taotie was wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing bulging muscles under the shirt.
His silver hair was tied up and his eyes were focused. In the dim morning light, one could see his clear arm muscles as he pounded the dough.
It's really pleasing to the eye.
Moreover, he is handsome without realizing it, which is pleasing to the eye.
Many young servants stared at Taotie blankly and couldn't help drooling. Even Jian Yunlan, who was crazy about setting up stalls, couldn't help but admire it for a while, and then he suddenly thought:
If Taotie is made into a fitness blogger, can he make some money again?
The black-hearted boss Jian Yunlan touched his chin.
Under Jian Yunlan's admiring gaze, Taotie pounded the dough harder and harder, looking as proud as a peacock with its tail raised.
Humans, you see, I am indeed very capable!
Lord Taotie thought complacently.
After the dough was pounded, Jian Yunlan coated each piece of dough with oil, sealed it with plastic wrap and let it sit.
After the dough has risen, you can start rolling and cutting it. Stack two long and thin pieces of dough together, and Jian Yunlan presses them down with chopsticks so that they won't fall apart when you fry them later.
With the help of the housekeeper, Jian Yunlan set up a large iron pot, heated the oil, and when the oil temperature was high enough, she put the noodles into the hot oil.
Sizzle!
There was a popping sound in the oil pan, and a large number of small bubbles appeared on the dough. They quickly turned golden in the hot oil, expanded rapidly, and floated up.
Soon, the fried dough sticks became golden all over, with a crispy and greasy surface.
It’s ready to be served.
The fragrant aroma of fried dough sticks and the eye-catching sizzling sound of hot oil give me the same feeling as the soy milk and fried dough sticks I smell on the streets in the morning. This attracted everyone to secretly watch and drool in their mouths.
...It smells so good, I want to eat it!
"This is the first batch of fried dough sticks for everyone to have as breakfast. I bought some soy milk from outside." Jian Yunlan announced, as if he had heard what everyone was thinking.
"Yeah!!!" everyone cheered.
"Master, you are the best master in the world!" said the butler, wiping his tears.
Soon, exclamations of praise were heard one after another in the villa. Everyone eats fried dough sticks differently. Some like to eat them directly, while others like to soak them in soy milk until softened before eating. But no matter which way you eat it, it’s delicious!
"How can this dough stick be so crispy? It's hollow inside and tastes so good..."
“It’s completely different from what’s sold outside, so fragrant and delicious!”
"What do you know? It tastes best when soaked in soy milk. It's soft but a little crispy, and when you chew it, you can taste the sweet juice of soy milk."
Taotie and Hu Danggui each got a fried dough stick.
Hu Danggui seemed to be busy with something these days. She locked herself in her room every day, and even Jian Yunlan rarely saw her.
But Hu Danggui would certainly not miss this kind of free eating and drinking activity. She pushed up her round glasses, her big black eyes rolled around, and she sniffed the fried dough stick with a satisfied expression.
As for Taotie, he stuffed the dough sticks into his mouth as soon as he got them, not afraid of the heat: "Chew, chew, chew."
Taotie: “!!”
tasty!
The fried dough sticks just out of the pan are hot, with a layer of golden oil on the surface.
When you take a bite, you can hear a 'crunching' sound. The outer skin is crispy and the inside is hollow. As you chew, the crispy and crunchy taste becomes more distinct.
Jian Yunlan's almost perfect control of the heat makes the fried dough sticks crispy but not overcooked, reaching a perfect state. The hot oil flows between the lips and teeth, making people feel extremely satisfied.
Soaked in soy milk, it has a completely different flavor.
The soy milk softens the fried dough sticks, and the whole dough sticks are filled with fresh and sweet soy milk. The texture when chewed is delicate, soft and a little crispy, which dilutes the greasiness of the fried dough sticks.
Because each person only had one fried dough stick, Taotie was worried that there would be no more after he finished it, so he just held the fried dough stick and ate it in small bites. Compared with his nearly 1.9-meter-tall, muscular appearance as a male Bodhisattva, he seemed a little cowardly.
It looks so pitiful.
At this time, the doorbell rang.
A middle-aged man in a blue work suit stood outside the door with a simple smile: "Boss Jian, I, Lao Niu, brought you today's chicken... It smells so good..."
The chicken in the bag was still packed in different categories, fresh light red in color and tender in texture.
As the man spoke, his eyes began to light up, and he couldn't help but twitch his nose, look into the room a few more times, and swallow his saliva.
"I fried some dough sticks. Do you want to eat some?" Jian Yunlan asked.
"I...I don't have any money," the middle-aged man lowered his head in shame and wiped his hands on his body, "I used all my money to fight the lawsuit, and I haven't even received my salary for this month."
He remembered that a serving of fried dough sticks cost at least two or three yuan, which was very expensive.
The old cow usually eats some grass from the grass next to it, which is considered its dinner.
After hearing these words, Jian Yunlan: "..."
Feeding addiction breaks out!
After filling a big bag of fried dough sticks for Lao Niu and sending the tearful man away, Jian Yunlan turned around and plunged into the intensive preparations for setting up the stall.
Just waiting to open the stall at four o'clock this morning.
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During the time when Jian Yunlan put down his phone and prepared to set up the stall, public opinion on the Internet was still escalating.
Building 3 of Qinghe in Hetang Community is the headquarters of the "Protect Boss Jian Malatang Online Team" in Hetang Community.
Here, with Song Lanzhen and Xu Lijun, two aunts who are well versed in the true meaning of online quarrels, as the general commanders, more than a dozen mobile phones are lined up in a row, and in front of each phone, there is a person who is typing away.
In addition to the square dance aunties, Song Jingan and Lu Ling's family of three, there were also Duan Qiongzhi, Wang Dajian and others from the gym. If you look closely, there were even a few criminal police officers who had just got off work and joined the battle.
"Friends, comrades, family members," Song Lanzhen clenched her fists and shouted with great emotion, "Is Boss Jian's spicy hot pot delicious?"
"Delicious!" everyone said in unison, as loud as a bell.
Song Lanzhen: "Is Boss Jian's spicy hot pot the best snack in City A?"
Everyone: “Yes!!!”
Song Lanzhen: "So what should our attitude be towards the recent rise of summer camp fried chicken?"
Everyone: "Heresy! Purge! Eradicate!!!"
Song Lanzhen nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, keep working hard."
Everyone looked at each other with a common hatred for the enemy, then continued to lower their heads and plunged into the online war of words.
——Not only do they have to protect Boss Jian in real life, they also cannot let Boss Jian fall at a disadvantage online.
They must prove to the world that only Boss Jian's spicy hot pot can be called the "king"!
However...the fighting power of the fried chicken team is not weak at all.
During the day, residents of Hetang Community have a slight advantage. But as night fell, more and more summer campers got their cell phones after training and joined the battle, and the situation gradually reversed. It’s not because of anything else, but... there are so many photos and videos of fried chicken.
Most of the diners at the Hetang community are office workers, uncles and aunts in their thirties, forties, fifties and sixties. Everyone was busy enjoying the delicious food, and few remembered to take pictures. Even if it is filmed, it is a leadership-style aesthetic and cannot present all the beauty of Boss Jian’s Malatang.
But the Longteng Summer Camp is full of teenagers. The habit of taking photos before eating delicious food has become a part of their life. Moreover, many of them are bloggers for certain books. Their photography, photo editing and rhetoric skills are top-notch.
For example, this fried chicken video from the 100,000-follow blogger '笑笑喵' doesn't have any complicated filters, it just uses the camera to truly present the beauty of fried chicken:
The only light in the middle of the night, the rising hot white mist, and the tempting golden fried chicken in the mist. She took a bite, and the clear 'click' sound was perfectly captured by the camera. She sucked a mouthful of the rich juice and presented a bite of fried chicken to the camera...
"Can your heretical spicy hot pot compare to our fried chicken? Humph, absolutely not.
——"In the dead of night, who wouldn't want to have a bite of hot, freshly-baked fried chicken?" The girl in the white dress smiled like a flower. "Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, juicy in one bite, who can resist it! Can you smell the fragrance? Wow."
As soon as this video was released, the fried chicken party seemed to have sounded the clarion call of victory, and even many unrelated passers-by began to be attracted to join their side.
…Not to mention passers-by, even the staunch malatang fans in Hetang Community couldn’t stand it after watching this video.
Everyone was typing on the screen with difficulty, saying things like "It's all superficial, it looks delicious, but it's actually awful", "Filters! Photos! Videos can be edited, too". The typing was firm, but many people's eyes began to wander, as if they were glued to the screen, unable to help but watch the fried chicken video over and over again...
Seeing this, Song Lanzhen and Xu Lijun leaned over and discussed anxiously:
"What should we do? Our morale is unstable." "We must think of a solution... We can't let Boss Jian lose." "But the video was shot so well, the fried chicken does look a bit good..."
Song Lanzhen's eyes gradually became blurred, and two fried chicken shapes appeared in her pupils.
"Sister Song?! Why you too?!" Xu Lijun looked at her in pain.
Could it be that the situation is over?
Just when the morale of the troops in Hetang Community was about to collapse.
Suddenly, a clear voice came: "I have a plan, please listen carefully!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.
Yu Ming, who had just finished his evening self-study, was tall and had long legs. He took two steps at a time and walked into the door. He has been growing taller rapidly in the past few days. Most people have to look up at him. His beautiful muscles outline extremely powerful lines under his school uniform.
When they saw Yu Ming coming in, Xu Lijun and Song Lanzhen immediately found their backbone.
"Xiao Ming is out of school!" The aunts came over and said, "Xiao Ming, tell me quickly, how should we fight back in this situation?"
Yu Ming smiled, typing back at the fried chicken party with one hand while leisurely holding his phone. He put down his schoolbag with the other hand and said, "Don't panic, everyone. Listen to me... Brother Lu, can you edit the video?"
Lu Ling nodded coldly: "Yes!"
Yu Ming calmly explained the tactics: "Well, you edit the video a little bit, post it online, and add my treasured spicy hot pot video..."
As everyone listened, they couldn't help but exclaim in amazement: "What a good method! ... But it's a little bit bad."
Yu Ming: “.”
Ten minutes later.
Another video appeared under the video posted by '笑笑小猫'.
The content of this video is exactly the same as the original video, but the color... is blue!
The dark blue fried chicken was torn open and a bite was taken. The content remained the same, but after the color changed, it not only looked unappetizing, but even a little unappetizing.
[Oh shit, who came up with this? It’s so vicious!] 】
[There must be an expert behind you, the spicy hotpot party]
[Uh… I stopped ordering takeout.]
At this time, a new account posted a video of spicy hot pot.
The tripe, which is bigger than the palm of your hand, is thin and crispy, and is soaked in a thick red oil soup full of sesame paste. The surface is covered with fragrant sticky sesame paste and red oil. When you pick it up with chopsticks, the soup is still dripping down. If you take a sip at this time...
The fried chicken fans gnashed their teeth, while the onlookers once again turned to the spicy hot pot.
Under the leadership of Yu Ming, the Malatang Party fought back beautifully.
"As expected of Xiao Ming, this guy is so smart!"
"Yes, yes, it seems that Xiao Ming is still the one who has to protect Boss Jian!!!"
"What do you think...if we win, will Boss Jian be moved and come back to set up his stall?" someone imagined hopefully.
One stone can cause a thousand ripples.
Thinking of this possibility, everyone immediately became excited, and their hands almost left afterimages while typing.
Meanwhile, Yu Ming, who had hidden his achievements and fame, heaved a long sigh and put down his phone.
He walked to the terrace nearby.
Yu Ming held onto the terrace with both hands, looking at the stars in the night sky. However, his dark and sharp pupils were shrouded in a misty melancholy.
Obviously Qi Qi led the Malatang party online and won back a point from the fried chicken party, but Yu Ming was not as happy as he imagined.
Even a little sad.
There is a touch of warm color in his retina.
Golden, crispy skin that falls apart at the touch, and tender, juicy chicken. Especially the rich fragrance, which penetrated into the nose with the force of sweeping thousands of troops...
After visiting Fu Changfeng at the Longteng Summer Camp, this warm feeling lingered in his heart.
"I can't betray Boss Jian, and I can't betray Malatang." Yu Ming clenched his fists, his eyes dark, and said to himself, "Malatang is my only light."
But fried chicken, hot and crispy fried chicken…
Yu Ming's soul was torn in two, and there was struggle, confusion, and pain in his eyes.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated.
——Like thousands of other spicy hot pot fans, Yu Ming opened his mobile phone and saw a letter of challenge.
[Tonight at 4 am, outside the Longteng Summer Camp, the fried chicken party and the spicy hot pot party will compete offline. Do you dare to come? 】
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