At this late hour, if I sleep, I’ll miss the mysterious and magnificent starry sky; if I don’t sleep, Boss Wang’s simple midnight snack will surely make drool like a waterfall...
"What the hell?! Boss Wang, this sneaky guy, spreading temptation in the dead of night is just too wicked!"
"I think I still have a bag of chips and a bag of spicy snacks at ho..."
"But whatever I have can’t compare to Boss Wang’s food, can it?"
"Damn... I want to sleep, don’t want to endure Boss Wang’s midnight temptation, but I can’t bear to miss this starry sky. Any screenshot could be used as a wallpaper, don’t you think?"
These words are from old fans, who naturally know that whenever Wang Fan makes a move, it’s never simple. But so are drawn by the scenery to watch the livestream and don’t understand why these people are reacting so strongly.
"Guys, what’s going on? If you’re hungry, just grab sothing to eat, or order delivery or sothing?"
"Yeah, it’s just a midnight snack, is such a big reaction necessary?"
As Shen Teng opened up the roast chicken Wang Fan prepared for him, he explained to the comnters above: "That guy obviously isn’t a fan of Boss Wang. You have no idea about Boss Wang’s food. You can only hope he doesn’t show the nightti feast on cara, or you’ll drool for sure. By the way, I have the limited-edition roast chicken from Boss Wang, so I won’t be drooling at the screen, hahaha!"
"Dang, Shen, you have it, fine, but can you not flaunt it? You won’t have any friends if you keep this up, you know?"
"Hey, Shen Teng got that with sheer generosity and effort. No point in being jealous, just wish I could ditch work for this."
Shen Teng prefers his food hot, so he put the roast chicken into the microwave, grinning smugly at the comnts.
It’s sothing you can’t buy even if you’re rich. If he hadn’t donated money and effort, he wouldn’t have received such a bounty of delicious food.
Recalling his old man’s reaction when eating this roast chicken, Shen Teng felt even more triumphant.
This was soone who prided himself on having tasted all sorts of rare delicacies, saying he’d even had stead bear paw in his youth, yet even he was utterly entranced by it, let alone others.
...
Wang Fan had already decided what he wanted to eat when he walked into the kitchen.
As a child, there was a flavor that intrigued him imnsely—what on earth should Golden Soup Fatty Beef Noodles taste like?
Instant noodles have a Golden Soup Fatty Beef flavor, but just like Braised Beef Noodles, they’re not reliable; the picture is purely for reference.
So he planned to make the Golden Soup Fatty Beef Noodles of his dreams under this gorgeous starry sky. The tangy, spicy taste would certainly match the current temperature perfectly.
He took out a defiant pumpkin from the fridge, its golden skin was so tough that it required so effort to deal with. After cutting it into chunks, he put it in a stear to steam.
Then he grabbed two tomatoes, diced them, and put them into a pot to simr.
To be honest, Wang Fan really loved the tomatoes from Great Border. He used to use canned ones, but since moving to Great Border, he bought so local ones. Their flavor is incredibly fresh, basically good enough to eat like fruit.
While the two ingredients were cooking, he took a fresh, tender piece of beef and started slicing it thin. Thin slices of beef appeared under his knife until he soon had a large plate ready.
Then he chopped off the stems of so enoki mushrooms and shredded them, washed them clean, and soaked so konjac noodles.
After steaming for 10 minutes, the pumpkin turned from a stubborn hard object to a soft thing that breaks with a chopstick jab. Using a wooden spoon, he mashed it into puree and then poured it into the tomato pot that had simred to a sandy texture.
After evenly stirring in a spoonful of yellow lantern chili sauce and so minced garlic, he scooped several ladles of broth from the stockpot into the tomato-pumpkin pot.
After boiling for 5 minutes, Wang Fan used a fine-sh skimr to fish in the pot, scooping out all the residue from the bottom.
He ladled out a spoonful of golden soup, and as he flipped the spoon, the soup flowed back into the pot like a golden silk scarf, its smoothness leaving Wang Fan very satisfied.
The enoki mushrooms and konjac noodles went straight into the pot, boiling for a minute and a half before being scooped into a large bowl. Then the beef was swished in a nearby pot for 30 seconds, rinsed with boiling water, and only then put into the soup to cook.
Wang Fan scooped a little soup with a spoon; the sour, sweet, and spicy taste was very appetizing, but it needed a bit more salt.
He pinched so fine salt and gently sprinkled it in, the pure white salt grains mingling quickly with the savory soup.
Zhuo Qianqian had been tucked warmly in bed, but the calls in the livestream room were too loud, all urging her to shoot Wang Fan cooking, so she decided to just put on a coat, grab the cara, and head over.
She arrived just in ti to film Wang Fan elegantly sprinkling the salt, a gesture that srized a whole bunch of little fans.
"Elegant, truly elegant! Even just sprinkling salt, my Brother Fan is so graceful! I must bear him children!"
"Wow, that salt-sprinkling move is srizing! I’m trying it tomorrow."
"Boss Wang is Boss Wang. Whenever it involves cooking, it’s maximum special effects."
"You upstairs wanting to have Boss Wang’s children, be careful! The cara’s in the Boss’s wife’s hands now."
"I’m just curious about what the pot looks like now."
"I feel like I can already sll the aroma through the screen."
Zhuo Qianqian knew Wang Fan was particularly focused when cooking, so she softly tapped the doorfra, making a very faint "thump" sound, to avoid startling him.
Wang Fan turned his head to look; Zhuo Qianqian smiled and gestured to the cara and then to the pot, asking if she could shoot.
Wang Fan nodded, and only then did Zhuo Qianqian co in with the cara.
The pot was rich with golden soup, and the thin beef slices were happily bubbling, the "gurgling" sounds making people’s hearts itch with anticipation.
Wang Fan fished out the beef from the pot, each slice at just the right thickness, steaming hot, proudly declaring to the world how tender and juicy they were.
The beef was stacked into a tall, pyramid shape on a large bowl, then a half lemon was squeezed over the top, releasing slightly yellow juice all over the beef. Those who once tasted the sweetness of lemon couldn’t help but swallow.
He lifted the whole pot and poured all the broth down along the pinnacle of the beef pyramid into the bowl.
That wasn’t all; he sprinkled so chopped chilies and garlic onto the tip of the pyramid, and started heating oil in a small pot beside it.
Many people at this step already imagined the perfect sight and sound of hot oil sizzling over the beef.
If worldly sounds could be ranked in levels, the sound of hot oil sizzling over food would definitely be in the top three!
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