When we arrived at a large supermarket nearby, we saw a line in front of the freezer, all of whom were participating in the free-eating contest. In addition, they even launched a big eater competition, and the winner would receive 100 bags of dumplings.
"Want to go try it?" Han Fei asked the little sixth boy he was holding.
Little Six is quite obedient outside, letting you hold his hand, but he's not so well-behaved at home, and he'd rather avoid you altogether.
"I won't eat it." Xiao Liu shook his head decisively.
Just kidding, how can frozen dumplings taste as good as the potstickers made by the old man?
The seven gourd brothers had been spoiled by Han Fei and didn't like eating outside food. They looked forward to mealtimes every day.
Even the little boss who always gave Han Fei a sour look never missed a meal, showing that when it comes to delicious food, no matter how big the grudge or resentment, it has to be put aside.
"How about you try it with me?"
Xiao Liu glanced at him and nodded reluctantly.
The two were at the back of the line when the man in front of them turned around, saw them, and asked curiously, "Are you from China?"
Han Fei nodded.
"Then you are the most qualified to speak on this. Do you think these dumplings are authentic or not?"
"We haven't eaten it yet."
"Haven't eaten yet?" the man asked in surprise. "The event has been going on for several days now, and I've eaten here several times!"
Do you think it tastes good?
"I've only tried six flavors so far. There are still two flavors I haven't tried yet. They're always sold out every time I come here. Actually, I don't come here to try them because they're cheap. I just want to see what those two flavors taste like."
Xiao Liu pouted: "I'm just deliberately not selling to you, so you'll come over every time."
The man laughed: "Actually, I felt the same way. I felt like the supermarket was playing me for a fool. But anyway, I had nothing to do after get off work, so I came over for a free meal. I didn't lose anything."
About 20 minutes later, it was Han Fei's turn. The clerk asked, "One bowl or two bowls?"
"My child and I share the food; one bowl is enough."
"Would you like a mixed flavor, or just one?"
"Mixed flavors".
"Currently, there are only six flavors available, and two flavors are sold out."
"Okay, I understand."
The disposable bowl contained eighteen dumplings, three of each kind, which is quite a lot.
"If you're not satisfied after you've finished eating, you can take the bowl and eat as much as you want."
"OK, thanks."
It must be said that although those distributors were not very savvy, their business strategies were indeed quite good.
After the dumplings cooled down, Han Fei let Xiao Liu eat them first.
Xiao Liu ate one sauerkraut dumpling and refused to eat any more.
"It tastes terrible?"
"It's not that it's bad, the dough is not good, but the filling is pretty good."
If even the picky eater Xiao Liu said it was pretty good, then the filling must be delicious.
Han Fei ate one, then closed his eyes slightly and chewed it carefully.
The skin is definitely not good.
It must have been made by machine, and the bag itself looks a bit stiff.
The sauerkraut and pork filling that Han Fei was eating was indeed very good. The highlight was the sauerkraut, which wasn't too salty. Its moderate saltiness brought out the freshness of the pork. Because it was a pickled product, it could mask the pork's gamey smell. There was no need to add scallions, garlic, ginger, or wine. This combination was actually very convenient and cost-effective.
Han Fei ate another dish of pickled green beans and pork filling. The same concept applied, with the pork not being overly seasoned. Everything was seasoned and combined with pickled vegetables. This is the wisdom of the Chinese people. In ancient times, when there were no fresh vegetables, people used dried and pickled vegetables to get through the winter. The fact that they could taste this kind of pickled vegetable recipe was not from a new generation, but a craft passed down from generation to generation.
Next up are pickled radish and beef dumplings. Actually, this combination isn't as perfect as the previous two, and the proportions are slightly less harmonious. However, because foreigners tend to prefer beef, you can hear people telling the staff that they want all beef and no pork.
It's clear that even if beef isn't the best-tasting, it's still their top choice.
The fourth flavor is shrimp dumplings. The shrimp is of very good quality. Although it is called shrimp dumplings, it is actually two-thirds pork. The pork fat and shrimp are mixed together. Han Fei does not like the taste because the scallion and ginger water is not well prepared. The combination of shrimp and pork does not achieve a delicious effect. Instead, it is a bit fishy.
It's clear that the customers are quite culinary, as the largest amount left in the pot is shrimp dumplings.
Just then, a sales clerk nearby said, "We only have three sauerkraut and pork dumplings left. The rest are shrimp dumplings. Why don't you wait for the next batch?"
The customer nodded: "I don't like shrimp, and the pork is just so-so. I'll wait for the next pot. I want tomato beef and pickled radish beef."
Han Fei tasted the tomato and beef dumplings. They had an Italian tomato flavor, which seemed to be an improvement made to cater to foreign tastes. They were alright.
"What does this taste like?" Xiao Liu asked curiously as he leaned closer.
Han Fei smiled and said, "Chives and eggs."
Xiao Liu pinched her nose and kept three steps away from him.
Han Fei laughed in exasperation: "Why don't you try some? It's quite delicious."
"No way."
Xiao Liu turned around, his back to him, his small back filled with resistance.
I've tried all six flavors, and I probably won't be able to get the remaining two today. Judging from the supermarket's current situation, they're relying on these two dumplings as the grand finale, and obviously they won't be releasing large quantities of them yet.
Overall, all six types of dumplings tasted good. The pickled cabbage and pork and pickled radish and beef were the most popular. Han Fei thought the main reason for their success was the pickling of the pickled cabbage, pickled cowpeas, and pickled radish.
After eating these six types of dumplings, Han Fei had already guessed who the owner behind them was: his old rival, Yu Xunteng.
I didn't expect that kid could still cause trouble even after fleeing abroad; he must have some skills.
"Let's go home." Han Fei took Xiao Liu's hand and walked back.
Xiao Liu covered his mouth and nose with his other little hand: "Stinky!"
Han Fei stared at him with dead fish eyes: "Don't force me to carry you."
Xiao Liu decisively put her hand down and stopped pretending.
Han Fei thought that Yu Xunteng was brought down by Xiao Laoliu. He wondered if Xiao Laoliu could still bring down Yu Xunteng now that the two were so far apart in age.
Henry gathered his four friends to wait for Han Fei. When Han Fei returned, the five of them surrounded him.
"Brother Han, how are they? Are the dumplings delicious?"
"Brother Han, I already queued up to eat this morning. Are there two types that I can't buy?"
"I've tried them too, Brother Han. Which flavor do you think is the best? I like the pickled radish and beef dumplings the most!"
"Brother Han, how are we going to respond to the supermarket's trump card? It looks like we're going to lose this round!"
"Brother Han, do you have any good ideas? How about we make some dumplings and try? You're such a good cook, your dumplings will definitely be delicious, and your potstickers are especially good!"
"Let me sit down and have some tea first. I'm thirsty after eating so many dumplings." Han Fei pushed the group aside, went to the table, poured himself a glass of mineral water, and drank it all in one gulp.
It's clear that the dumplings contain an unusually large amount of additives, at least a lot of MSG. They're already pickled, so why add MSG? I don't know what they were thinking!
Han Fei sighed: "I've eaten the dumplings. The filling is good, but the wrappers are no good. They're machine-made, so the dough should be moister. They're too dry. To extend the shelf life, they added too many additives, and to cover up the taste of the additives, they added a lot of spices. All the good stuff has been ruined."
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