Chen Mo couldn’t be bothered to explain further.
Using chicken soup to cook rice, especially clear chicken soup, is sothing that not many people have tried, but there’s a deep aning behind Chen Mo’s recipe.
And it’s not traditional overnight rice being used.
After the rice is cooked, it’s imdiately spread outside, and even the fan in the food truck is used to quickly cool and dry the rice.
"Blow for fifteen minutes, then you can start frying the rice."
Chen Mo kept the recipe in mind, with a progress bar before his eyes, just waiting for the ti to start the preparation.
It’s still early, not even business hours yet, and he didn’t know how business would be today.
In the end, Yu Hongtao mustered up the courage, lifted the cup in his hand, and took a small sip of the black, sticky juice.
"Hey?"
The taste was indescribable, like a mix of many fruits and vegetables, with a hint of sea breeze. It wasn’t necessarily tasty, but surprisingly not that bad either.
With nothing better to do, Yu Hongtao occasionally sipped, and before he knew it, he had finished a strange cup of black juice.
Next door, after Xue An heard what his brother Xue Ping said on the phone, his heart raced with excitent, "Do you an we’ve run into a tough competitor?"
"Yeah."
Xue An thought for a mont, "So what? We’re saying his Huaiyang cuisine isn’t authentic, but we never said it doesn’t taste good. It doesn’t matter, whether it’s black or red, it’s still attention."
Seeing Xue Ping still looking dumbfounded, Xue An angrily punched his brother, "Bro, think of it this way. He sells his inauthentic lion’s head atballs, we sell our authentic ones, without interfering with each other, right? Everyone relies on their skills; whoever sells it counts on their ability."
Hearing this, so color returned to Xue Ping’s face.
Mainly because what Zhou Yu said was too shocking. Back when he worked in the restaurant kitchen, Xue Ping had witnessed Zhou Yu’s skills.
If even Zhou Yu says this young boss is skilled, then they...
"You’re right, if he can set up a stall here, so can we. Everyone earns a living through their skills."
Thinking this way, his heart felt much more at ease.
Of course, Xue Ping no longer had any thoughts of provoking Chen Mo. If even Zhou Yu admitted defeat, what reason did he have to be dissatisfied?
As ti passed, Xue Ping began to sll the delicious aroma of at wafting from the clay pot in front of him, and his previously chaotic mood improved a lot, "Almost there, just five more minutes until it’s ready."
"Yeah, it’s just a pity we don’t have any custors yet." Xue An looked at the empty street, feeling a bit frustrated.
As the tir on the cart ended, Xue Ping quickly lifted the lid of the clay pot and served a portion of the soup and at into a disposable bowl he had bought in advance, "I’ll go deliver it to next door."
"Sure."
It’s ridiculous to think that Chen Mo was actually their first custor; it’s really annoying.
Xue An tagged along.
"Boss, your lion’s head atballs are ready." Xue Ping placed the small bowl on the display counter.
Chen Mo glanced at it; his own lion’s head atball progress bar was nearly full as well, "Okay."
Seeing the young boss’s indifferent attitude, Xue An complained, "Dude, at least give it a try."
Xue Ping, noticing his brother’s bluntness, quickly added, "Yeah, brother, give it a taste. It’s our first day selling at a stall, and hearing more custor feedback could help us improve."
Chen Mo then stood up from his stool, looked at the two brothers, picked up the bowl of lion’s head atballs, and walked down from the food truck, placing it on Xiao Huang’s table, "This is on ."
"What?"
"Yeah, I’m giving it to you."
With that, Chen Mo turned and went back.
Yu Hongtao looked at the bowl of clear-stewed lion’s head atballs in confusion; the clear soup and white lion’s head atballs looked like those from a traditional restaurant.
"Thanks."
Seeing this, Xue An clenched his fists and wanted to argue, but his brother elbowed him twice, calming him down.
The two brothers returned to Yu Hongtao’s side, quietly waiting for the first custor’s judgnt.
Before Yu Hongtao picked up the spoon, Chen Mo brought out another bowl of lion’s head atballs, "This is your order."
Two bowls of lion’s head atballs were placed on the table.
From top to bottom, one was in a clear soup with a pale at color, while the other was in a soy-based sauce, slightly staining the atball in a browner hue.
Huaxia cuisine has always placed emphasis on color, aroma, and taste, and indeed, with that bit of soy color, it did look more appetizing than the one in clear soup.
Yu Hongtao thought he had stumbled upon sothing good today, not only getting a free serving of health juice but also a free lion’s head atball.
He picked up his spoon, and under the expectant eyes of the two brothers, he started with the clear soup lion’s head atball.
"Hmm, it breaks upon touch, tender and smooth." Yu Hongtao slowly savored it, "No off-flavors, rich in at aroma, not bad, quite tasty."
Xue Ping and Xue An imdiately bead with joy.
"See, bro, I knew our lion’s head atballs were good!"
Xue Ping was particularly happy, having not expected the first serving of lion’s head atballs to receive custor approval, which filled him with confidence for setting up a stall at the Ecological Garden.
Next.
Yu Hongtao changed to another spoon, targeting the soy-colored lion’s head atball next to it, scooping a piece, and added so vinegar to the spoon.
Under the brothers’ watch, he slightly closed his eyes, as if making all the necessary preparations, and only then put the spoon’s contents into his mouth.
"Hiss..."
Yu Hongtao drew a sharp breath, sucking in the at and vinegar aroma into his stomach, and he couldn’t help but shiver. It was a full-body shiver of delight!
Just from a small bite of the lion’s head atball.
He savored it for over a minute, only opening his eyes when the last trace of flavor had vanished from his mouth, staring at the other bowl of clear soup lion’s head atballs, "What kind of thing is this... take it away, quickly."
It’s not about not recognizing quality; it’s about comparison.
To eat it alone, that lion’s head atball was decent, standard, not bad-tasting but not extraordinarily delicious either.
But if you took another bite of Boss Xiao Chen’s lion’s head atball.
Tsk...
Yu Hongtao felt heartfelt, "To encounter the most delicious lion’s head atballs when I am poorest, fearing the days without pocket money will be bleak."
Chen Mo couldn’t help but laugh.
This guy’s a poet after all.
But listening to it, it did make so sense.
The world’s cuisines are just like that, sotis you don’t need to insist on it every day; just enjoying a montary pleasure through your taste buds when you encounter it is enough. That day’s joy will remain etched deep in your mory for a long ti.
Seeing their painstakingly made lion’s head atballs first receive praise from a custor and then directly asked to take it away, Xue Ping and Xue An were indignant!
Xue An was about to burst.
Xue Ping steadied his brother, "Don’t panic."
He then walked over to the food truck, "Boss, give us two lion’s head atballs."
Chen Mo casually served out two, along with so vinegar, and handed them over, "One hundred seventy-six yuan."
Xue Ping bit his tongue.
They hadn’t made a single di yet and already spent so much?
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