Chapter 185 makes you cry and drool?
Early in the morning.
At the fast food stall on the north side of Wansheng Street.
Both the couple have dark circles and big bags under their eyes.
The main reason was that the man couldn't sleep last night, and his wife was also unable to sleep all night.
At this moment, I just sell some porridge at the stall in the morning, but there is not much business.
The woman simply asked her husband to watch the stall while she went to see if the garlic pork had arrived.
"Yeah, you're here pretty early!"
Seeing Su Chen’s dining cart, she quickened her pace.
Soon, the fresh aroma of clams mixed with the rich aroma of garlic wafted over.
Hmm??? Why doesn't he smell like the person from yesterday?
The woman felt a little confused.
It wasn't until I got right up to it that I felt relieved.
It was still the familiar guy with the mask, and there were still several customers queuing in front of the food truck.
She looked at the small whiteboard with admiration.
Yesterday we sold garlic pork, and today we have clams. There are quite a few varieties and the prices are quite affordable.
It seems that just like their family, they all take a people-friendly approach.
Since the stall is clean, there are many people buying, and the fragrance is tempting.
The woman bought one of each without hesitation.
Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle; this is their family's way of doing things.
When she returned to her stall, she opened all three plastic boxes she was carrying.
"Here, try them all."
"His business is so good. If it works, maybe we can make it and sell it too."
Garlic pork, stir-fried clams, and clam vermicelli, these three dishes are not difficult to make.
What's more, for a chef who has studied at New Oriental for two and a half years, he will definitely be able to do it!
The man's mood immediately improved. His wife was right.
Since those people love these, why can’t he just make them!
"Oh, you know what, it looks pretty good, quite intimidating."
The man took a look at it and saw that the white meat was covered with minced garlic and red oil, and stuck with white sesame seeds. It looked very appetizing.
Each of the clams had its mouth wide open, with its plump flesh exposed, looking very delicious.
As for the appearance and fragrance, he gave it a perfect score.
However, when it comes to cooking, the most important thing is taste.
"Wife, let's try it together."
As he spoke, he handed the woman a pair of chopsticks.
As soon as he stuffed the white meat into his mouth, the man fell silent the next second.
My wife, who tasted a piece of white meat, also had the same stunned expression.
This simple dish of garlic pork completely exceeded their imagination.
The man dared to say that the dipping sauce for the white meat must have been made with some secret recipe passed down from ancestors.
Fragrant! It’s so fragrant, it doesn’t taste like something that can be created by just adding some garlic, light soy sauce, and chili oil.
He took another bite of the clams and was shocked again!
The tender clam meat absorbs the spicy soup and is perfectly paired with the smooth vermicelli. The meat is fat and juicy, and the taste is very rich.
This method of preserving the freshness is not something that most chefs can do.
The original juice will not be lost when frying, keeping the original flavor to a perfect state.
I have to say that his ability to control the heat of the ingredients is simply perfect.
"Hey, I am really impressed by this cooking skill. How could I make such a taste?"
While the man was feeling emotional, he finally realized the cruel reality.
Although he still had a little confidence before, this confidence was completely destroyed by these three dishes!
To be honest, the difference is too big. I can't compare it in terms of color, fragrance or taste.
I can only admire you.
Because this is not something you can achieve by just trying to catch up.
I am just like a younger brother.
“It’s okay, let’s just make lunch boxes honestly.
This is also thanks to the boss, I can sell more boxed lunches."
The middle-aged woman patted the man's shoulder considerately.
As he spoke, he continued to pick up the chopsticks and picked up another piece of garlic pork.
…
On the other side, the crew.
“Click, click, click, stop!!!”
"In this scene, Xiang Yu sees his uncle being killed. He is filled with grief, gasps for air, his lips tremble, and he weeps to the sky...
"You...what's wrong with you? Are you drooling while acting???"
The director slurped noodles with one hand and held the loud speaker that was almost covered with glaze with the other hand, shouting in frustration.
"What's wrong? Tears are flowing from the corners of your mouth???"
Just now, his assistant bought him another bowl of clam noodles. He couldn't help it and just ate it while taking pictures.
Anyway, I am the director.
Besides, after working so hard for so long, can't he just enjoy himself?
Feng Shaofeng was feeling quite miserable at this time.
This... he doesn't want to do that either!
Who could have expected that tears would suddenly burst out from the corners of my mouth.
How should he explain it? Should he say that looking at his uncle lying in a pool of blood reminded him of the delicious food he had cooked? Did he miss the taste of home?
Uh... forget it, this is bullshit, let’s just tell the truth.
"Director, the southeast wind is blowing right now, and the aroma of your... bowl of vermicelli with clams is blowing all over me. I really can't help it."
director:……
Hey! Is this what you can say?
Being a director is very tiring. It consumes a lot of physical energy and it’s easy to get hungry!
Have a meal?
That was just a side thing he did in his busy schedule!
Although he slurped noodles mechanically, his eyes never left the monitor.
In other words, this bowl of vermicelli with clams is just fuel to sustain his life.
He is not working, but working hard for art!
In just a few tens of seconds, the director had already convinced himself and put himself at the level of dedicating himself to art.
He picked up a clam and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully.
After swallowing, he slowly spoke.
"How about this, Shaofeng, you don't look too good. Let's take a ten-minute break. If you don't perform well later, I'll get angry!"
The director pretended to be angry.
The tone is full of care and concern for the actors.
But only he himself knew that at this moment he was happily dancing a waltz in his heart.
Hahaha! Finally found an excuse so I can focus on eating the clam noodles!
actor:……
On-site staff: ...
Feng Shaofeng: ...
Damn, this old man is so shameless!
It would be fine if you just wanted to eat it, but you have to make up this excuse.
The director totally ignored the people on the crew.
He crossed his legs, raised his chopsticks happily, and picked up a large handful of vermicelli.
Then, it opened its huge mouth of the abyss and sucked in the storm directly.
Mmm! Delicious, delicious...
After finishing the clams and vermicelli, he began to hold the soup box and drink the soup greedily along the edge of the bowl.
In an instant, a delicious taste blooms on the tip of the tongue.
The golden soup, with green chopped green onions and golden minced garlic, has a rich base that is fresh enough to amaze your taste buds.
With a slight spicy taste, it is really soul-stirring.
This kind of freshness is not the fake taste created by MSG, but the delicious flavor of fresh clams carefully stewed.
"Gurgle gurgle~"
So comfortable!
What a hearty meal!!!
(End of this chapter)
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