"You have no idea, it’s the first ti in my life I’ve eaten sothing and got addicted to it, it’s absolutely ridiculous!"
The hospital room was quite boring anyway, and after chatting for a while, Qian Zhijie beca familiar with a few others.
Besides, everyone else in the room, except for Qian Zhijie, was in the post-surgery recovery stage, struggling with occasional throbbing pain that was hard to bear.
Listening to Qian Zhijie bragging seed to divert so attention, and crucially, it felt like ti was passing much faster. The more they talked, the more engaged everyone beca, joining in eagerly.
"Is it really that exaggerated? No matter how good it tastes, it’s still just food, right? Can you really get addicted to it?"
"Exactly, I’ve seen people addicted to smoking, addicted to betel nuts, but never to a snack. You must be exaggerating, right?"
"Hey buddy, is that stall owner your relative? Are you promoting them to us?"
Hearing this, Qian Zhijie got anxious.
"I’m serious!"
To make everyone believe him, Qian Zhijie tried his best to recall how he felt eating at the ti and express it as vividly as possible.
"That rabbit head, tsk! You wear gloves and split it open from the mouth, the shreds of at, the rabbit brain, marinated in spicy oil by the owner, it’s numb and spicy in one bite, and so fresh! A big slurp and your mouth is full of at juice!"
"And as for that tofu pudding, I have to say, the owner’s cooking skills are impressive. That tofu pudding is different from what we’ve had before."
Soone next to him imdiately asked, "How is it different?"
Seeing soone supporting him, Qian Zhijie got even more excited, "Theirs is thickened with a broth and then mixed with the tofu pudding. The best part is that the owner adds little crispy pork bits, you know crispy pork, right?"
"And beef cubes. Oh, those beef cubes, I don’t know how they’re made, but they’re so fragrant and crispy, the more you chew, the tastier they get! And, they also put in pickled vegetables, which crunch in your mouth!"
Qian Zhijie, excitedly speaking, even closed his eyes and slightly shook his head, already imagining enjoying a bowl of tofu pudding and a rabbit head at that mont!
"Is there more? What else is delicious?"
The patients in the room, having just undergone surgery, were in a phase where they had to control their diet, unaware that several people had subconsciously swallowed their saliva as Qian Zhijie spoke.
They were evidently getting a bit hungry.
"Of course there is!" Qian Zhijie said proudly, "There’s another one..."
He thought for a while and finally rembered the na, "Yes, yes, it’s called Fuding at Slices!"
"at slices?"
Soone imdiately beca curious, "What’s so special about at slices, is it pork, beef, or chicken?"
Qian Zhijie recalled the taste, "Pork! But, it’s not like the at slices you’re thinking of."
He continued reminiscing, "I don’t know how they make those at slices, but the water in the pot doesn’t even boil. The owner just scrapes the at paste into the pot with a spatula and chopsticks, and it soaks there! It just cooks like that. Although there are a dozen flavors of these at slices, I still love the one I invented myself, with sugar added, hehe..."
At this point, Qian Zhijie felt a slight spasm in his stomach, a clear sign of extre hunger.
"Those at slices, they’re so tender, even more tender than shrimp balls! Tsk, I feel like eating just at slices every day would be enough, eating anything else is a waste of life!"
Listening to his exaggerated words, the others in the room couldn’t hold back anymore.
The big brother next door curiously asked, "Little brother, where is this snack stall you ntioned? Tell us, when we get discharged, we must go try it and see if what you’re saying is true or false!"
"It’s just at..." Qian Zhijie deliberately left them hanging, drawing out his words as everyone started to get anxious before he continued, "It’s just on Night Market Street! It’s easy to find. When you get there, just look for the snack stall with a long line, that’s the one."
As he said this, Qian Zhijie realized just talking wasn’t enough to satisfy him, and sothing occurred to him.
There’s surgery tomorrow, so I can’t eat spicy foods, but I can have Fuding at Slices!
If I add sugar, it’s not spicy at all, and I’m not eating much, just a small portion to get by until the surgery tomorrow!
But since he’s now a hospitalized patient, running around isn’t convenient, and people were still curious, so Qian Zhijie waved them off, saying, "No more, no more, I’m going to get my buddy to pack two snacks from Night Market Street for , you guys continue chatting."
Then, he started chatting with Zhang Xiaobin over the phone.
...
At the parking lot, when Chen Mo finished preparing a large portion of rice noodles, it was getting late, and the sun was about to set.
It’s not that cooking rice noodles takes that long, it’s mainly that making the milk soup is ti-consuming, and by the ti the milk soup was ready, it was already afternoon.
After making the milk soup, Chen Mo also had to prepare the plated vegetables.
Just the plated vegetables included dozens of ingredients. Since he decided to sell Crossing-the-bridge Rice Noodles that evening, Chen Mo naturally prepared all the ingredients in large quantities.
First, he sliced the pork tenderloin, pork kidneys, pork liver, black carp, chicken gizzards, and chicken breast into thin slices.
Chen Mo’s knife skills were never great, and these ingredients had to be sliced so thin that they were nearly transparent, which took quite a bit of effort.
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