As everyone waited impatiently, Zhuo Qianqian suddenly pushed the door open and walked out.
"Oh, you all ca so early."
Zhuo Qianqian smiled and greeted the diners.
"Sister, how long until we can eat?"
The first thing everyone asked upon seeing Zhuo Qianqian was when dinner would start.
Zhuo Qianqian replied, "You'll have to wait a little longer, about 10 more minutes, excuse , brother, let change the sign."
After the man moved aside, Zhuo Qianqian changed the content on the small blackboard.
"Today's Special: Crispy Fried Chicken 98 yuan/whole. Stir-fried Celery with Peanuts 10 yuan/plate."
Seeing the prices, everyone was instantly happy. Paying 98 yuan for a chicken feels much different from paying 300 yuan.
And there's even a small 10 yuan cold dish!
"We've got the snacks, wouldn't it be a sha not to have any alcohol?"
"Hold my spot, I'm going to get so alcohol."
"The boss here doesn't even sell alcohol."
As so were about to leave, Zhuo Qianqian called out, "Gentlen, please wait, our boss said it's fine to bring alcohol, but drink in moderation. Enjoy yourselves, but please don't overdrink, if anyone drinks too much and gets sick, we won't serve them in the future, and it's your own bodies, wouldn't it be uncomfortable if sothing happened?"
The n laughed and said, "Alright then, we'll just have a little."
Hearing Zhuo Qianqian's words, they felt as if their own elder daughter or younger sister was advising them, which felt warm, so they really did limit their alcohol while buying.
Wang Fan had no choice but to do this; although Qingdao isn't known for heavy drinking, people here can certainly drink themselves into a stupor.
He didn't want such an incident to happen in his restaurant.
Imagine having a al, and then soone suddenly dies and adds to King Yan's records. Although he thanked King Yan back then, he doesn't want to thank him by adding more to his records.
After thirty minutes of steaming, Wang Fan's nose told him the chicken was perfectly cooked; he opened the stear, took out the cooked chicken, and set it aside to cool.
During this ti, Wang Fan started to prepare the batter.
Add so corn starch to water, and a splash of soy sauce, then began stirring. Once well-mixed, he lifted his hand, and the batter fell back into the bowl as smooth as silk.
By now, the chicken was cool enough; he picked one up and evenly coated it with the batter.
Wang Fan's hands, carrying the batter, gently slid over every inch of the chicken's skin, even under the wings, ensuring every part was covered.
This ensured that while frying, the juiciness of the chicken would be maximized and it wouldn't dry out.
Wang Fan believed in perfecting every step; he never overlooked a detail.
He took a toothpick and poked the chicken's eyes to prevent explosions during frying.
It's no joke if sothing unexpectedly explodes in hot oil.
"Alright, we can open the doors."
After finishing one chicken, Wang Fan called out to Zhuo Qianqian at the door.
Hearing this, the diners were so excited they rushed in even without Zhuo Qianqian's invitation.
Zhuo Qianqian ended up being the last one to enter.
Wang Fan pointed to a basin in the corner and said, "We're short-handed here, so if you want crispy chicken, co get a number, and we'll call your number when it's ready. The basin over there has Stir-fried Celery with Peanuts prepared; help yourselves to a plate for ten yuan."
Eighteen custors ca in altogether, and soon the ones who went to buy alcohol returned, quickly filling all the seats.
Fortunately, four to five people shared one table to make it lively, otherwise, they'd be full right away.
After washing her hands, Zhuo Qianqian ca over to assist Wang Fan; she had no problem helping with the battering process now.
Five pots were set on the stove, with oil heating in each one. The chickens varied, so their optimal cook tis differed; one chicken per pot helped Wang Fan gauge when each was perfectly cooked.
When the oil was hot enough, Wang Fan gently slid a chicken into the pot. A sizzling sound erupted, oil spraying everywhere, accompanied by an intoxicating aroma.
The oil rolled in the pot, and the batter on the chicken turned golden, its alluring fragrance spreading throughout the shop.
Wang Fan focused intently on the chicken, occasionally spooning hot oil over under-cooked spots to ensure even cooking, achieving transparency. Each ti he flipped it, flavors wafted up, making mouths water.
"Inhale... the aroma is incredible, much better than other fried chicken shops."
"You get what you pay for; Boss Wang's place always gives great value."
"The aroma alone is amazing; I can already imagine how crispy and delicious it'll be."
The guests, slling the fried chicken, raised their expectations even higher.
After two minutes of frying, Wang Fan used tongs to flip the chicken over, then repeated the oil drizzling.
anwhile, Zhuo Qianqian had the second chicken battered, which Wang Fan took and placed in the second pot.
The chicken in the first pot had turned from a golden color to a slight redness, looking even more tempting.
He used a skimr to remove the chicken, poured one last spoon of hot oil, drained it, and arranged the crispy chicken on the board.
All eyes were glued to the chicken, unable to look away.
Wang Fan picked up a chef's knife, gently rubbing it over the crispy skin, creating a pleasing sound that almost sent the custors into a frenzy.
"Oh man, Boss Wang, stop showing off your magic. We know it must be really crispy!"
"That sound is too tempting!"
"I'm losing it, that sound keeps replaying in my mind, what should I do?"
"Forget the chicken, I feel like I could devour 10 pounds of that crispy skin!"
Wang Fan smiled mischievously and brushed the chicken again.
"Co on, Boss, stop teasing, just move on, or I'll dive in and take a bite!"
"Yeah, get to the point, our taste buds are starving!"
This ti, Wang Fan didn't play around, slicing through the wings and thighs, separating them from the body, and arranging them on a plate.
He added a few garnish leaves and a small dish of pepper salt for dipping.
"Number 1, please co fetch your al."
After saying that, he turned to start frying the second chicken.
Zhang Bo licked his lips, held back his excitent, and quickly dashed to the counter, carefully carried his crispy chicken with a cocky display, and returned to his seat. Up next was the feasting ti!
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