"Hello, your ordered pork knuckles have arrived."
Wang Fan was still studying the recipe when a voice ca from outside the RV.
He opened the door and saw a young man in his twenties, waiting outside with an electric tricycle.
In the cargo box of the tricycle was a large plastic bag filled with cleaned pig front knuckles.
Wang Fan thanked him, then effortlessly lifted the plastic bag into the RV.
The young man gave a thumbs-up in praise, "Brother, you’re strong! These knuckles weigh about a hundred pounds."
Wang Fan laughed, "It’s all from working out."
The young man said, "Please weigh it. If it’s all good, I’ll head off."
Wang Fan waved his hand, "No need, the feel is just right."
The young man took out a notebook and handed it to Wang Fan. After writing his na on the confirmation slip, Wang Fan returned it, and the young man rode off on the electric tricycle.
Back in the RV, Wang Fan single-handedly lifted the over 100-pound pork knuckles into the kitchen.
He took out each knuckle from the bag, counted 40 in total, each approximately 2.5 pounds.
He picked up a pork knuckle and examined it closely. It was indeed cleaned thoroughly; not a single tiny pig bristle was seen.
Moreover, it seed like it had been scorched and scrubbed with a wire brush, making the pig front knuckles look incredibly clean.
Wang Fan washed each knuckle again with clean water before putting them into the simring stew pot nearby.
He added so cooking wine and star anise to the water and began blanching.
Blanching and skimming off the foam felt a bit like popping pimples to Wang Fan. The more frequent the skimming, the less foam surfaced in the stew pot, and the clearer the water beca.
Wang Fan filled the pot with water three tis until no more foam erged.
He knew that foam was actually blood and, if not cleared thoroughly, it would result in a fishy taste in the knuckle dish.
At this mont, another delivery arrived with other ingredients for Wang Fan. He went out to collect a big bag of scallions, ginger, garlic, eggs, light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, and various spices.
These additional ingredients weren’t cheap, not any less than the pork knuckles.
The secret to making stewed at lies in the marinade, and with the spices in hand, Wang Fan naturally began preparing the marinade.
This wasn’t a mont to be idle, but Wang Fan felt confident in his skills to handle it effortlessly.
He bought 100 pounds of at and prepared 115 pounds of marinade, with three pounds of various spices.
This ratio was almost like a golden ratio; too much spice overpowers the at flavor, too little, and it lacks taste.
As the marinade’s temperature rose, the aroma of the spices began to waft.
Wang Fan’s Listening to the Wind and Discriminating the Flavor skill once again proved its magic; as soon as the spice aroma fully emitted, he decisively placed the pig front knuckles into the marinade.
The best part of making stewed at is that once the at begins to cook, there’s nothing much to do, allowing Wang Fan so free ti.
With a new smartphone loaded with a variety of gas, Wang Fan, however, wasn’t inclined to play. Instead, he was keenly searching for various cooking videos, jotting down notes on particularly impressive ones.
As Wang Fan slow-cooked with low heat, more stalls began to appear on both sides of the street.
Everyone curiously glanced at the newcor.
"When did an RV co here?"
"No idea, there’s no sign saying what they’re selling."
"I must say, doing business with an RV is truly impressive. Once I save enough money, I’ll get one myself."
"Haha, this vehicle isn’t that expensive. I asked about a Nine-Star Hong Guang before; it’s just over 60,000 yuan. It’s quite suitable for us."
Upon hearing the voices outside, Wang Fan couldn’t help but look out curiously.
What he saw made him chuckle; unexpectedly, this was a food street. His stewed at stall seed fitting here.
At this ti, each stall owner had already started their fires. The steam was especially noticeable in the cold, making it look like a fairyland.
Wang Fan’s nose twitched slightly.
Different aromas began to waft to the tip of his nose.
This one’s tea soup noodles, that’s beef pies, and oh, this one’s impressive – chive boxes.
This should be coarse grain porridge, right? This corn scent is truly fragrant.
Oh, there’s also deep-fried buns, different from the stead buns he made before. These large buns seed about a quarter the size of his face.
Slling these food aromas, Wang Fan could not only identify what food these scents ca from but also pinpoint the ingredients used in them.
However, they were all quite common, with no particularly fresh ancestral secret recipes.
Even if there were ancestral secrets, Wang Fan wasn’t interested in learning them; the recipes given by the system were enough for him.
Ma Weiliang was selling deep-fried dough sticks and chive boxes next to Wang Fan’s RV.
Recently, because the Ice and Snow World beca suddenly popular, his earnings increased significantly.
This wasn’t due to using cheap ingredients but because a large number of handso and pretty people from the South suddenly flocked here.
Although none of them had big appetites, there were so many people that even buying a little bit ant everything sold out every day.
Ma Weiliang was incredibly confident in his sold goods.
After all, no matter how expensive perfu might be, it couldn’t compare to the aroma of chive boxes. Once those chive boxes hit the oil, that little fragrance would "scratch" up imdiately, and no one could resist buying one to try!
Today was another wildly successful day, hehehe...
Hmm? What’s that sll?
Just savoring the mont, Ma Weiliang suddenly paused.
He sensed a rich at aroma, seemingly tangible, suddenly entering his nostrils.
This aroma held a slightly sweet richness, along with a faint herbal scent, causing him to feel extrely comfortable and relaxed, making him take a big breath.
Then he felt an overwhelming at aroma surging towards him, like a tidal wave breaking through a dam.
This tempting aroma, he swore, was sothing he’d never slled before in his lifeti.
His mouth began to water profusely in an instant.
He closed his eyes, intoxicated. His body couldn’t help but spin until he pinpointed the direction of the aroma, then he opened his eyes abruptly.
It was the RV!
Ma Weiliang looked curiously at this RV, which wasn’t there yesterday. He couldn’t help but wonder what they were selling.
Slling this aroma, it must be pork, but he wasn’t sure exactly what it was selling.
As ti went by, the surrounding stall owners also slled the rich at aroma.
Each stall owner peeked out, wanting to know where such a strong competitor had co from.
Not being self-deprecating, all the stall owners knew the mont they slled it that their food couldn’t compare, no matter what.
However, they weren’t worried about their things not being sold; after all, there were so many tourists. Everyone would surely get their fill.
They were purely curious as to what delicious food could be so powerful that just its aroma left people salivating.
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