"Give five hundred!"
Xue Ping looked bewildered at this older gentleman, "Bro, can you really finish that? Although there’s no limit today, we can’t waste food!"
Gao Hong chuckled coldly, "I have a lot of people, five hundred!"
A full hundred skewers, Yang Wenhua and his two colleagues were sweating profusely, busy skewering, only to have them all disappear in the blink of an eye.
Gao Hong’s actions imdiately caused dissatisfaction among the custors behind him because with these five hundred skewers gone, there wasn’t much left in the basin.
At that mont.
Chen Mo next door suddenly shouted, "Bring on the shrimp!"
He could be seen grabbing the pot handles with both hands, carrying a large iron pot and rushing over, scaring the custors in line to quickly make way, for fear of scalding the boss.
If Boss Xiao Chen got burned, who would cook the shrimp for them?
Gurgle gurgle~
The shrimp in the big black pot was poured into a new stainless steel basin again, mainly to distinguish the shrimp made in the second batch.
Otherwise, so shrimp would always be pressed at the bottom, and by the ti they sold out, they wouldn’t taste as good.
With the second pot, the displeasure on the faces of the custors behind eased quite a bit.
Gao Hong, holding a large bundle of bamboo skewers, left the crowd and returned to the place where they were having foot massages earlier.
"Where’s the masseuse?"
The city leader shook his head speechlessly, "Seeing Boss Xiao Chen selling shrimp without limit, those few female masseuses said they hadn’t eaten yet today, so they went to line up."
"But we..."
"That boss said he would refund our money. I told him everyone worked hard, after all, so he only refunded half."
Gao Hong nodded, this was acceptable.
It was indeed a bit awkward though, as all the female masseuses at the small table went to line up, while the custors took advantage.
Sharing the shrimp with a few others, the city leader clutching ten shrimp skewers looked a bit bemused.
"I really didn’t expect our get-together to unfold in such a way."
Gao Hong chuckled awkwardly.
It certainly was unexpected.
Given their level, such gatherings would normally take place in business-like restaurants, everyone sitting seriously discussing business while dining.
But it turned out to be everyone enjoying foot massages while eating, which was ridiculous enough.
The key point was eating with foot massages on the street, who would have thought!
Awkwardness aside, it was evident the colleagues from the city thoroughly enjoyed the mont.
Especially with the fragrant aroma of Phoenix Tail Shrimp in their hands.
"It’s garlic-flavored, let have a taste."
Shrimp skewered on bamboo sticks was actually more convenient to eat, just like barbecue.
Only this shrimp wasn’t grilled.
Gao Hong stopped being polite, biting into one, savoring the rich garlic aroma, the thod of cooking retained the distinctive earlier shrimp features.
Despite appearing deep-fried in oil for so long, wrapped in breadcrumbs.
If observed closely, you couldn’t see any signs of the shrimp at being deep-fried, the breadcrumbs wrapped just perfectly.
Thanks to their presence, the minced garlic in the pot clung tightly around.
Chen Mo’s miraculous wok-tossing skills evenly distributed the garlic, the heat wafting garlic aroma, butter essence, and fried food fragrance danced freely in their senses.
Salivary glands uncontrollably secreting saliva.
This was the brain’s primal craving for high-calorie food, completely ignited in this instant!
Gao Hong and his colleagues lined up, starting from one at a ti to two at a bite!
So colleagues with larger appetites didn’t bother with appearances, and could even gobble down three in a go.
Old Zhao finally bought Phoenix Tail Shrimp, and plenty of it, squeezing out of the crowd with Yu Hongtao with a handful of shrimp.
The two at this mont appeared like good friends.
"The flavor is really amazing, I wonder why I never saw Boss Xiao Chen setting up a stall before?"
Speak of Old Zhao, he perked up, "Well, you wouldn’t know, Boss Xiao Chen used to set up stalls in Jingzhou..."
Starting with his first encounter with Boss Xiao Chen, Old Zhao bragged while eating, telling stories.
Shocking Yu Hongtao, especially when Old Zhao ntioned a guy nad [Dunzi] who, to eat Boss Xiao Chen’s food, even went to the hospital for a circumcision, Yu Hongtao looked at the burly guy in the line.
"Damn, this guy’s hardcore?"
Old Zhao shrugged, "You bet, Dunzi’s real hardcore, when he says it, he does it."
The two had greasy mouths, and with the story’s company, the shrimp tasted even more delicious.
On the other hand, Fang Zhizhong also got a big bunch of garlic Phoenix Tail Shrimp.
He went with another person to a secluded corner.
"So, do you think this shrimp can be made?"
Zhou Yu sniffed the aroma from the skewered delicacy, "Let taste it first."
The first bite, "Crunch", the sound resonated as teeth broke through the breadcrumbed shell, akin to the shattering of a potato chip.
The tongue then touched the wrapped shrimp at inside.
Warm, tender, surprisingly slightly moist, as if biting into a ’bursting candy’ with a seafood flavor.
As a renowned Huaiyang chef, Zhou Yu’s experience with garlic Phoenix Tail Shrimp was more refined than others.
He saw the expectation in Boss Fang’s eyes.
While eating, he said, "Initially it’s salty and fresh, a hint of sea salt’s saltness, and the natural sweetness of river shrimp."
"The blend of fernted butter’s dairy richness and minced garlic’s sharpness feels sowhat similar to the complex aroma of baked baguette, warm and rich."
Having had one, Zhou Yu wasn’t quite sure of the subsequent flavors, took advantage of the aftertaste, and quickly ate another one.
"Exquisite..."
"How so?" Boss Fang hadn’t eaten yet, waiting for Zhou Yu’s feedback.
"Well, after the first one, it just feels delicious. But on the second, it tastes even better!"
"Only when you eat the second or third one can you feel that shrimp’s sweetness gradually reveals itself, blending with the richness of the fried elents, forming..." Zhou Yu paused to find the right description, "it feels sowhat akin to lobster bisque."
Lobster bisque? Fang Zhizhong took a deep breath, that was an incredibly luxurious experience, one few people ever had the chance to try, even he had only experienced it in very high-end, business-like settings a few tis.
Could re garlic Phoenix Tail Shrimp possess such flavors?
Zhou Yu gobbled down two more in one go, after swallowing completely, he took a satisfied deep breath.
"Phew... it’s spot on. The final touch, the mild spiciness of the pepper, not overtly noticeable yet genuinely present. And it’s precisely this touch of pepper, stimulating appetite, best of all, Boss Xiao Chen added a bit of parsley, wow! It subtly negates the greasiness, makes it truly irresistible! Boss, give another skewer."
Fang Zhizhong, clutching plenty of skewers, didn’t hurry to give Zhou Yu, instead asked, "Can you make it?"
Zhou Yu thoughtfully considered, "I can, but to achieve this level, Boss Xiao Chen would need to give detailed instructions on-site."
Fang Zhizhong nodded, "Alright then, if you want to eat, line up yourself."
He then, skewers in hand, leisurely walked towards the crowded area, munching on the Phoenix Tail Shrimp.
While savoring, he ticulously reflected on Zhou Yu’s evaluations, matching the comnts to his own experience.
"Damn, this is too damn good!"
Fang Zhizhong couldn’t help but curse.
The main thing was thinking that after eating such Phoenix Tail Shrimp, he might lose appetite for any shrimp later.
How’s one to live then?
Zhou Yu stood in the shadows, empty-handed, looking dumbfounded at his boss’s nonchalant back.
What the... is this even humanly possible?
I’ve beco your spokesperson?
The innovative Phoenix Tail Shrimp kept bringing more surprises to custors, just as Zhou Yu comnted, multiple flavors combined.
It looked like Chen Mo just added a few seasonings into the pot, yet each seasoning had its specific purpose.
Instead of being randomly thrown together.
As for Chen Mo, he was overjoyed now.
"My new clothes are aweso, working in such intensity and I don’t even feel tired!"
Chen Mo continued retrieving ingredients from the dispenser, lost count of how many pots it had been.
Just keep at it!
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