Zhuo Qianqian held the kitchen knife and "bang, bang, bang," smashed the garlic and ginger. Then, using a fork, she scraped the green onion forcefully, and with a chop of the knife, finely minced the scallions.
After mixing them together, she finely chopped them with great skill.
Wang Fan was quite satisfied, thinking she was a decent assistant and considering giving her a raise.
Wang Fan opened another stove, scooped so oil from the fryer into it, and once the oil temperature rose, he poured in the minced ginger, garlic, and scallions Zhuo Qianqian had just handed over.
"Sizzle..."
The ginger, garlic, and scallions instantly released a rich aroma under the heat, turning a golden brown. A pinch of salt and white pepper followed, and then the freshly fried chicken wings were tossed in.
He turned off the heat, lifted the pan, and gently stirred to coat each chicken wing evenly with the fried ginger, garlic, and scallions. With a flip of the iron pan, the chicken wings were transferred to a plate nearby.
Zhuo Qianqian’s eyes sparkled as she stared unblinkingly at the fried chicken, her mouth slightly open, as if drooling in anticipation.
So fragrant!
The rich sour aroma was simply mouthwatering, even surpassing chicken from so big brands!
Zhuo Qianqian looked at Wang Fan with imnse anticipation, almost ready to plaster the words "waiting to be fed" on her forehead.
Wang Fan slowly divided the plate of chicken wings in half, then handed one half to Zhuo Qianqian.
Zhuo Qianqian looked reluctantly and longingly at Wang Fan’s half before pouting and taking her portion back to her seat.
Sigh, the boss left half; that ans half as much happiness!
But soon, she shrugged off that feeling entirely.
"Crunch..."
A crisp and pleasant sound ca from the collision of teeth and the crispy skin of the chicken wing.
Without the egg, the crispy coating was just a thin layer, allowing a direct bite into the tender wing at inside.
It was precisely because of this lack of mbrane that the entire chicken wing’s crispy skin was incredibly crunchy.
With each bite, the "crunch, crunch" sound kept coming, and the teeth could vividly feel the extent of crispiness exploding in the mouth.
The ginger, garlic, and scallions sticking to the crispy skin carried no hint of spiciness but instead released a rich aroma.
The garlic, especially, with its crunchy texture, was on par with the fried chicken skin.
The inside wing at had no hint of fishiness but carried a light, refreshing aroma. The at itself was tender, juicy, and bursting with flavor with each bite.
"This is delicious, so delicious, boss! I’ve never tasted fried chicken wings this good!"
Zhuo Qianqian exclaid loudly, without lifting her head.
Wang Fan picked up a wing himself but didn’t devour it like Zhuo Qianqian. He leisurely held the chicken wing by its ends and gently pulled, separating the two bones.
Soft white chicken at was exposed to the air, with its rich juices flowing between the tender at, tempting anyone with its look alone.
Upon a closer sll, any possible fishy odor in the chicken wing had completely vanished under the powerful scent of lemon.
The most compelling aspect was the rich ginger, garlic, and scallion aroma—a definite Lu Cuisine without a doubt!
...
"Today’s Special: Lu Dong Fried Chicken Wings 15 yuan/pair, Fried Chicken Leg 10 yuan/each, Fried Fries 8 yuan/serving."
Chen Guili looked at the board, feeling this boss was remarkably daring: "Wow, this boss is truly capricious. Changing the nu daily—I thought he was just talking, but he’s actually doing it. It’s pretty gutsy, isn’t it!"
Jiang Shuyao’s eyes lit up at the sight of fried chicken.
For a better life, crispy fried chicken is essential; a crispy bite and life is flavorful!
Fried chicken with beer is Jiang Shuyao’s lifelong soft spot.
But why add "Lu Dong" before fried chicken?
Is there any difference from regular fried chicken?
Zhuo Qianqian, with her sharp eyes, imdiately spotted Jiang Shuyao and others at the door and excitedly whispered to Wang Fan: "Boss, boss! That elegant lady with the deep cleavage is here! Should I get her contact info for you? She’s so persistent; I think you have a great chance!"
Wang Fan looked at Zhuo Qianqian speechlessly: "Why are you so concerned about your boss’s love life? I barely have ti to research recipes, let alone date."
"Huh, such a straight guy!"
Zhuo Qianqian muttered and stepped out from behind the counter to greet Jiang Shuyao and the others: "Welco, everyone."
Jiang Shuyao eagerly asked Zhuo Qianqian, "Please serve each of us 3 pairs of wings, one serving of fries, and a chicken leg. Do you sell beer here?"
Zhuo Qianqian shook her head: "We only have als here, but we allow BYOB. You can buy so from a convenience store if you’d like to drink."
"I’ll go buy!"
Chen Guili quickly shouted and dashed out of the store.
Upon hearing this, Wang Fan said, "Please wait a mont, it’ll be fried right away."
Whether it’s fried wings or legs, letting them cool greatly affects the taste. The crispy coating softens, and the chicken toughens. That’s why Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian coat the wings and legs with batter, then fry after custors order, which takes only about six minutes.
Jiang Shuyao also loved freshly fried chicken, naturally willing to wait, especially with her previous experiences making her look forward to what Wang Fan could do with fried chicken.
They’d only arrived a bit earlier, with custors trickling in soon after Wang Fan’s first batch of frying started.
There’s no denying that fried chicken, classified as junk food, is really appetizing.
With Wang Fan’s fried chicken on the table, the shop filled with ceaseless praise.
"Wow, I’ve never tasted fried chicken with such flavor before; the garlic aroma is so intense."
"Not only does the crispy coating have a garlic flavor, but the chicken inside is also bursting with aroma. The boss’s culinary skills are impressive—even a simple fried chicken is crafted so uniquely. I’m already looking forward to more culinary delights."
"That girl at the table really knows how to enjoy life. Fried chicken should be paired with so beer for a truly savory experience. I must go and buy a couple of bottles myself."
"With such delicious chicken, who needs alcohol? It’s ti to feast without holding back. Did you all forget the horror of boss’s ’sold out’ announcent this morning?"
"Crunch, crunch..."
Hearing the last custor’s words, many diners who hadn’t tasted it at noon stopped wasting ti and started devouring their wings and legs as if fearing the next mont they’d hear Wang Fan announce, "It’s sold out!"
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