Daddy's Gourmet Shop-Chapter 339 - 329: New Product Tasting

In less than three minutes, Old Qin devoured the entire plate of fried tofu skin rolls, not even leaving a drop of the two dipping sauces.

The plate was so clean it could be used as a mirror.

Old Qin closed his eyes, savoring the taste carefully.

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, filled with light and laughter, and a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

But as he looked down at the empty plate, his eyes dimmed slightly,

and he suddenly felt a tiny pang of disappointment.

If he couldn’t eat such fried tofu skin rolls in the future, wouldn’t life be rather dull?

"Boss Huang, thank you for the treat!"

Old Qin stood up slowly and solemnly thanked Huang Tao, who was busy in the kitchen.

Hearing this, Huang Tao was taken aback for a moment, then looked up with a smile and said, "You’re welcome, I invited you here just for a taste test."

Old Qin shook his head, gently swaying the folding fan in his hand, looking relaxed and said, "Such a delicious dish, I can’t find any fault with it."

"It’s the first time I’ve finished a whole plate of fried tofu skin rolls by myself! It was so good!"

After speaking, he took a few napkins, wiped the table, and placed the plate next to the dishwasher.

Then, he offered to pay for the food, "Boss Huang, let me scan the QR code to pay you!"

Huang Tao refused, waving his hand, "No, Elder Qin, I said it was for a taste test, how could I still take your money! No charge."

"How can that be! If you eat the dish, you should pay, it’s dozens of dollars! Besides, I’m not short of that money!"

He was already very satisfied to have tasted this new dish in advance.

Moreover, Huang Tao has a daughter and runs such a restaurant, it’s hard work and not easy, he couldn’t take advantage of this.

Otherwise, his conscience would hurt.

Huang Tao laughed and said, "Really, this fried tofu skin roll doesn’t cost much to make."

But Old Qin insisted on paying.

He didn’t want to take advantage of Huang Tao.

Old Qin pretended to be angry and said, "Boss Huang, you have to take the money, if you do, I’ll keep coming back. If not, forget it."

"This..."

Huang Tao hesitated for a moment, then thought and said, "Then let’s say 20 yuan."

"No way, it should be what it costs. You’ve invited me to taste test, I’m already very happy, the money must be according to the actual selling price."

In the end, Old Qin gave 48 yuan.

Before leaving, he didn’t forget to confirm, "Boss Huang, the fried tofu skin rolls are sold at noon, right?"

Huang Tao nodded, "Yes, they are sold when we open at noon."

"That’s great."

Old Qin’s cloudy eyes involuntarily lit up.

He looked up at the clock on the wall, the hands ticking closer to eleven.

Oh!

It’s almost eleven now!

Doesn’t that mean he could soon eat another plate of fried tofu skin rolls?!"

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear, "Okay, Boss Huang, you get busy, I’ll come back in a bit."

"I’m leaving now!"

Huang Tao responded politely to his retreating figure, "Elder Qin, take care..."

"Alright!"

Old Qin leisurely waved his folding fan, humming a tune, walking out of the shop as happy as if he’d taken a second wife.

Once he stepped out of the door, he found that the line was already very long.

Luckily, he had the foresight to place his foldable chair and windbreak ahead with the queue.

With the neighbors helping to look after it, he wouldn’t have to worry about someone taking his spot.

The neighbors watched Old Qin, full of spring breeze, smile almost reaching his ears as he came out, and immediately realized he had already tasted the new dish they’d been long yearning to try.

Each expressing envy, while also slightly annoyed.

Old Qin, aren’t you afraid your face might split from smiling so wide?

Seeing Old Qin like this, the neighbors couldn’t help but feel irritated.

It was really sour for them!

They silently thought that next time they played chess, they’d cover Old Qin’s old face with sticky notes.

Old Qin was almost seen through by the envious, jealous, and hateful looks of the neighbors.

But he felt content!

Even a bit smug!

At this moment, some familiar neighbors gathered around and started chattering.

"You old rascal, finally willing to come out, did you finish tasting the fried tofu skin roll?"

Feeling a bit upset for not getting a tasting spot for Boss Huang’s new dish, Lao Liu thought Old Qin might remember him and bring some over during the tasting.

Never thought, his hope was misplaced!

He waited and waited, but his friend never fed him.

What a waste of decades of friendship!

So, seeing Old Qin so happy infuriated him, his words naturally filled with displeasure.

Mr. Cheng, who also had a good relationship with Old Qin, inquired with a smile, "Old Qin, how many plates of fried tofu skin rolls does Boss Huang plan to serve at noon?"

Old Qin chuckled and said, "Hmm, I just finished tasting the limited-time fried tofu rolls, but I don’t know how many plates Boss Huang plans to serve at noon, forgot to ask earlier, but it seems he hasn’t prepared much, but those of us ahead in line will definitely get some."

Nearby, Li eagerly asked, "Old Qin, how does the fried tofu skin roll taste?"

"The taste is outstanding! The tofu skin is fried to a golden color, crispy in the mouth, with a crispy crunch like a bell; before I tasted the meat filling, I thought the star today would be the tofu skin!"

"But once I tasted the meat filling, I realized how wrong I was! The extremely simple meat filling without excessive seasoning, that fresh flavor, like a suction cup, stimulated my tongue, made my mouth water, strongly shocked my esophagus and stomach walls, arousing my appetite instinctively, paired with the peppery fragrance of the salt and pepper, blending with the slightly sweet meat filling, the taste is simply indescribably marvelous..."

As soon as he started talking about the flavor, Old Qin couldn’t stop describing how delicious the fried tofu rolls were.

Old Qin, being a former Five-Star hotel head chef, naturally has a talent for describing food.

At least the regulars next to him were already drooling at the thought of Huang Tao’s fried tofu skin rolls, feeling their stomach start to growl.

Starving terribly!

"Old Qin, stop it, my stomach is rebelling, growling non-stop," Lao Liu interrupted hastily, disregarding his image, holding his hungry stomach.

"Yes, yes, you’re making my gastritis act up, no more talking," Mr. Cheng quickly intervened as well.

Old Qin knowingly smiled and stopped talking.

Saying any more might provoke resentment!

Not far away, Jiang Mingtao listened to Old Qin’s words, not feeling teased, but rather like his words were a bit exaggerated.

His family’s hotel also had this dish, fried tofu rolls, which wasn’t bad and was popular among diners.

But in terms of deliciousness...

Just average, nothing spectacular.

So he thought Old Qin’s words were somewhat over the top.