"Hmm? This stead bun tastes really good."
Professor Ai picked up a stead bun and, upon tasting it, found the flavor to be exceedingly delicious.
Moreover, it was soft on the top and crunchy on the bottom, offering an exceptionally rich texture. It actually tasted better than the ones he had in Shanghai while on a business trip.
Zhuo Qianqian chuckled proudly, "Of course, it has to taste good. You should see who made it."
Professor Ai looked puzzled, "You didn’t make it, so why are you so pleased?"
Zhuo Qianqian explained, "The stall is run by my boss and boyfriend. Teacher, with you praising him like that, of course, I’m proud."
Uighur girls have always been daring in love and hate, passionate and generous. She never hid her relationship with him.
Professor Ai cast a curious glance in Wang Fan’s direction, "I rember seeing him once in the lecture hall. Even though he was wrapped up tightly, you could tell just by his eyes that he’s a solid guy. Good eye."
Zhuo Qianqian was surprised, "You could tell just from that?"
Professor Ai laughed heartily, "The eyes are the windows to the soul. You can’t hide a person’s nature through their eyes. I’ve never been wrong in judging people my whole life."
Li Jing, Zhang Ya, and Jiang Chenchen sat there eating the stead buns obediently, looking as ladylike as possible, nothing like their previous boisterous selves.
The three greatly admired Zhuo Qianqian for her prowess in socializing, being able to get along so well with any teacher or professor at school.
Moreover, she often brought snacks for these teachers and professors.
Oh my, you must be a fearless bandit wielding an East Wind 47 to have such courage!
Otherwise, who could have such confidence?
Zhuo Qianqian didn’t think so much. She just saw these teachers and professors as her elders. After lecturing for so long, they must be hungry. Sending so snacks shouldn’t be a problem, right?
"You guys take your ti eating. I’m off now. I’ll bring over so old friends to try them later."
After Professor Ai said that, he left with his plate, and only then did Li Jing and the others finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Then, the trio angrily glared at Zhuo Qianqian. This brat had gone all out while Professor Ai was here, while the three of them, acting reserved, ended up eating six or seven fewer buns than this little glutton!
"Let’s take turns holding her down. This little glutton is hogging the food despite having an audience—is there anything more intolerable?"
Zhuo Qianqian hurriedly moved to avoid Li Jing’s hand, "Ouch, if you ss around like this, my stomach will hurt. If my stomach hurts, I won’t eat dinner tonight!"
Her words had the desired effect. The previously fierce trio imdiately softened, with Jiang Chenchen looking concerned, "When eating, you should focus on eating properly for a good appetite and delicious food. What are you two causing such a fuss for?"
They were just playing around; Li Jing and the others had no intention of stopping Zhuo Qianqian from eating. Zhuo Qianqian also didn’t intend to let Wang Fan cancel the dinner feast. Playing around like this was a way to strengthen friendships.
...
In the afternoon, Zhuo Qianqian and her roommates had no classes. They originally wanted to help, but Zhuo Qianqian, using the excuse of "being too busy with studies," sent them away, saying they’d just co back for dinner later. Why hang around like light bulbs?
Since a few main dishes required ti, the two decided to stay in and prep the at and vegetables instead of going out.
While Wang Fan seasoned the at filling, he instructed Zhuo Qianqian to chop vegetables, "Just roughly chop the eggplant and potatoes for the stir-fried dish with three fresh ingredients."
"Like this?"
Wang Fan almost burst out laughing when he glanced over, "I ant let the vegetables roll as you chop, not you rolling while chopping."
"Roll the potatoes too... I didn’t an for you to roll as well."
"Wash the peppers. I asked you to wash the peppers, not my face."
"Hehe, I only washed it because I noticed sothing on your face."
"Try a little harder; I’m almost buying it."
As they playfully bantered back and forth, they quickly got the ingredients prepared. Wang Fan checked the ti and said to Zhuo Qianqian, "You can go play now. The oil smoke from frying isn’t good for your skin; I can handle it."
"Yes, boss. Got it, boss."
Seeing Zhuo Qianqian standing still, Wang Fan was speechless, "If you got it, then move, will you?"
Zhuo Qianqian waved mysteriously, "Boss, co here; I have sothing to tell you."
Wang Fan paused but still lowered his head to listen.
"Lower a bit."
"Lower. Close your eyes."
"What are you up to?"
Though he wasn’t sure what this little glutton was up to, Wang Fan obediently closed his eyes.
"Mwah! Hehe, goodbye, boss."
Wang Fan’s face turned as red as a monkey’s butt in no ti, frozen in place, staring blankly as Zhuo Qianqian ran out of the kitchen.
He had just unwittingly closed his eyes and got ambushed by Zhuo Qianqian the mont he let his guard down!
The unexpected peck left him completely unprepared.
The gentle, brush-like touch lingered long after.
As he touched his face, Wang Fan fell into deep thought.
Should he not wash his face for a month, or maybe a year? This was a question worth pondering.
Thinking about it, he pulled out a middle section of the pork belly.
Pork belly is divided into upper, middle, and lower sections. The upper part is fattier, suitable for barbecues, stews, and atballs or dumpling fillings. It also goes by the na "lean pork belly."
The middle section is what’s usually known as three-layer pork belly, with alternating layers of fat and lean at, clear layers, rich but not greasy, lean but not dry, perfect for dishes like braised pork, pork with taro, stead pork with rice flour, and twice-cooked pork. It’s also the most expensive cut of pork belly.
The lower section is the cheapest, but can also be the priciest.
This is mainly because so clever rchants try to pass it off as middle-section pork belly. Unsuspecting buyers often fall for it.
Wang Fan heated the dry pot and placed the whole piece of pork belly inside once the temperature rose.
Soon, a tempting aroma wafted through the air.
He pressed the pork belly against the pot until its skin beca charred before stopping.
Adding water, he placed the whole piece of pork belly in the pot with cold water, accompanied by the trio of green onion, ginger, and garlic. Once the scum was skimd off, he covered the pot and let it simr on low heat.
Estimating the ti, he started another pot to make crispy rice crust.
Although Zhuo Qianqian’s roommates only ordered two dishes, it wouldn’t do to prepare just those when inviting people over. Besides the braised pork, crispy rice crust with three-flavor sauce, he also prepared hand-held lamb leg, stir-fried dish with three fresh ingredients, Linyi-style fried chicken, stead bass, along with stuffed tofu and blueberry yam, making a total of eight dishes to ensure they all ate well.
Regarding the dining area, Wang Fan’s window even ca with a small private room. Though not spacious, it comfortably accommodated him and the three ladies.
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