Wang Fan found today relatively relaxing; this dish was mainly tricky in preparation. Once the at was marinated, all you had to do was take the finished product out of the oven and put the marinated at inside to wait for it to cook.
All he needed to do was make a few cuts and fry an egg.
What?
You want an extra egg?
yuan each, but not selling two.
Even 8 yuan won’t do; if I say no, then it’s no.
The eggs used are sterile; his steam-bake machine has sterilizing capabilities. According to the manual, the machine’s sterilized eggs can only last up to seven days before needing re-sterilization.
Frying eggs is easy; just use the pot for pan-fried buns. His perfect control of power makes the eggs especially smooth and cute-looking.
With fried eggs completed, he finished the system task in just over an hour.
Then... fried eggs went off the nu.
No matter how much students pleaded, Wang Fan remained unmoved, mostly because he was already thinking about what to make in the evening.
Yang Wei has never done anything he regretted in his life.
But one thing, he regretted until old age.
That was posting a photo of his lunch online one sunny afternoon.
If heaven gave him one more chance, he’d break his own paw without hesitation—who knew it’d be so disobedient!
"I always thought crispy roast pork wasn’t tasty; turns out the dish wasn’t bad, but I’d never tasted a good version of it. The only delicious crispy roast pork is at this new restaurant at Kainan University."
Yang Wei snapped a photo of his crispy roast pork, intentionally choosing an angle that captured Wang Fan’s small shop.
Then he casually posted it on his Weibo.
"Crispy and crunchy, delicious yet inexpensive, co taste it at Kainan University."
Yang Wei rarely used his Weibo; who knows what got into him today wanting to share his delight of tasting delicious food?
All his close friends tasted it too; sharing with them was pointless, so he decided to post it online and make others envious.
After posting on Weibo, he put down his phone and continued savoring his crispy roast pork.
Compared to sugar, he preferred dipping sauce that was tangy and spicy; the sour, spicy, salty, sweet, and aromatic flavors not only enriched the palate but also counteracted the greasy taste—a true al enhancer.
This rice was also amazing, especially when the flowing yolk of the fried egg was mixed with the rice. The already rich and fragrant rice grains turned golden yellow, offering a dual visual and flavorful treat.
Take a bite of the egg white, then a piece of sour, spicy, salty, sweet, aromatic crispy roast pork.
My goodness!
Just imagine how tasty it was yourself!
He believed that if his willpower wasn’t strong enough, just today’s crispy roast pork would have turned him into a moldable shape by the boss.
"Burp..."
After a big bowl of rice and a plate of crispy roast pork, Yang Wei satisfiedly patted his belly and burped.
"Eating feels great; now I’m already looking forward to what I’ll eat in the evening."
Guo Kun praised, "Previously, the potstickers and pan-fried buns were delicious, but compared with now, they lacked anticipation."
Li Xiang comnted with satisfaction and concern, "The only worry now is whether my wallet can bear it; looks like my breakfast portion needs reducing, or else 20 for breakfast, 28 for lunch, and another 28 for dinner—all could lead to serious overspending."
Yang Wei nodded, "It’s a bit pricey, but the authentic quality and taste surpass those of big hotels by so many tis; we can’t bla Boss Wang, just our own poverty."
Li Xiang shrugged, "Originally, I planned to decline the tutoring job that paid 200 yuan per hour; now it seems I’ll have to do it, or else I won’t dare to eat the delicious dishes, which would be a real loss."
"Let’s go, ti for a break and prepare for the afternoon class."
Wang Fan once was a student; he worked arduously earning one or two thousand yuan a month via work-study, yet spent five to six hundred yuan monthly without any substantial dishes.
So, he knows a bit about the students’ wallets.
Lunchti dishes are generally substantial; naturally, the price is higher due to the quality ingredients he uses—there’s the cost.
In the evening, he’s planning sothing more economical yet filling and satisfying, sparing the wallet.
After all the students left for class and the canteen closed, Wang Fan started seriously simulating.
"This timing is a bit long; the flow has hardened."
"This timing is too short; the flow isn’t dense enough."
"This timing... still isn’t quite right."
"Perfect, that’s it."
"This sauce ratio... is too sour."
"Too sweet."
"Hmm, this is suitable."
"When drizzled over, it has a nice crispy texture but falls short on flavor."
"Stir-fried together is flavorful but lacks crispiness."
A simple Guangfu ho-style dish, yet Wang Fan endlessly simulated in the system space.
Although equally cumberso, the process was far more interesting than three-year simulation five-year college entrance exam questions.
"Like this... like this... and this... perfect!"
Wang Fan abruptly opened his eyes and bounced up from his chair.
Heated the pan, and soon the empty canteen was filled with rich aromas again.
...
Zhou Ruoqing was working at Weibo Company, responsible for content review as a small employee.
Half a year had passed since she tasted Boss Wang’s delicacies, nearly forgetting their flavors.
But braised pork and intestine noodles had disappeared from her nu; she hadn’t ordered them in her half-year takeouts.
Comparing others is defeating; comparing goods is discarding.
Laborer’s money cos hard-earned; when the taste differs too much from the mory, should it be thrown or kept?
Throwing it feels like a waste; keeping it is hard to swallow—why trouble oneself?
"Oh, where did that pesky Boss Wang disappear to."
She casually clicked on a newly updated post, noting the account owner hadn’t logged in for months. It was a food photo-sharing post.
"Top student at Kainan University, impressive impressive."
Zhou Ruoqing murmured enviously, "If only I had such an education, why would I suffer here?"
Though it’s a large company, she’s only a bottom-level employee in this competitive atmosphere, even optimizing efforts offers little chance for promotion.
The crispy roast pork featured in the shared photo looked familiar.
She’d eaten plenty of crispy roast pork—it’s a hotown dish.
The crispy roast pork in the photo was exceptional; even at ho, she hadn’t seen many as well made.
The point, however, wasn’t the dish but the figure, masked and fully ard, busy in the photo.
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