Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 280 - 281: Scraping Meat Sounds? No, This Is a Magical Melody

Chapter 280: Chapter 281: Scraping Meat Sounds? No, This Is a Magical Melody

"Hello, what are you making? It smells so good!"

Wang Fan was standing in front of the oven, savoring the aroma. He turned his head upon hearing the voice, realizing it was someone he didn’t know: "Hello, I’m making Guangfu Cuisine’s crispy roast pork."

Li Qiang laughed, "I’m the one doing Sichuan and Hunan cuisine next door. I caught the aroma of your meat from the back kitchen, and it’s making me crave it. When will it be ready? Give me two servings."

Wang Fan sniffed the air. "It’ll probably take another 20 minutes. You’ll have to wait a bit longer."

"Alright, I’ll just wait here then."

As the two were talking, a plump figure came over, "Boss, what are you making? It smells so good! Give me a serving."

This was the guy making the Henan Braised Noodles specialty next door.

Then the place next to that, and the place next to that...

With his good physical fitness and favorable classroom location, Yang Wei managed to get to the top twenty positions. No matter how fast he was, he couldn’t beat those who didn’t have class.

Zhu Yuxiao was quite pleased with himself, being the first to arrive. With only one class in the morning, he could come early and wait.

This first dish of the revised menu, I’ll gladly accept.

At this moment, the cafeteria doors finally opened. Zhu Yuxiao dashed to the second floor, only for his smile to freeze.

What’s going on?

What are you all doing?

Didn’t the cafeteria just open?

Were you all locked inside since this morning?

Judging by your age, you’re not students—older than my dad. Hmm, you look like the brother doing stir-fried dishes from window seven?

Zhu Yuxiao’s series of soul-searching questions left him inwardly speechless, mainly because he really couldn’t figure out what exactly he was seeing.

The other students were also baffled.

"Isn’t that the Henan Braised Noodles uncle from window four?"

"That’s the Spicy Noodles uncle from window two."

"That’s the Pancake old man from window eleven."

"What’s happening? What are they doing?"

"No way, are they not doing their business and came here to vie for our food?"

"I suspect you’ve hit the nail on the head."

Zhu Yuxiao poked the old man in front of him, "Old man, why are you here instead of watching over your own stall?"

The Pancake old man was a bit embarrassed and said, "Oh, don’t mention it. I was preparing things when I caught a whiff of this amazing aroma. My butt just couldn’t stay in place. I just had to come take a look, didn’t I?"

Zhu Yuxiao was speechless on the spot.

He used his no-class advantage to beat all his competing classmates, and just as victory seemed at hand, a bunch of cafeteria staff showed up?

Wang Fan didn’t expect that making some roast pork would attract half of the cafeteria’s chefs, but whether selling to colleagues or students, it made little difference to him.

"Ding."

As expected from a system-issued oven, just when Wang Fan’s nose told him the roast pork was perfectly done, the first layer of the oven beeped to signal the end of roasting.

At the sound, everyone instinctively shifted their gaze to the oven.

What kind of delicacy could be hidden inside that small oven door? Everyone was impatient to find out.

Wang Fan didn’t make them wait long. With a "click," he opened the oven, and an intensely rich aroma of meat filled the air.

Turning around with the tray, he placed it on the counter’s cutting board. The crowd lined up all stood on tiptoe, widening their eyes to glimpse inside the counter.

Wang Fan was very satisfied with how the pork skin looked. Having a handy tool indeed saved a lot of work.

The golden-brown pork skin was covered with tiny bubbles, making it look exceptionally crispy. The slight char was something Wang Fan controlled intentionally, balancing on the edge of the Maillard reaction, adding a unique flavor to the roast pork.

Picking up a kitchen knife from the side, he gently scraped it over the pork skin.

"Crack..."

The crisp sound was music to their ears, and the few chefs in front couldn’t help but swallow a bit.

Zhu Yuxiao wasn’t too far away, standing on tiptoe to see the golden, crispy roast pork and hearing that enchanting scraping sound.

"Dude, please take it easy, can we just sell food straight?"

Zhu Yuxiao was truly overwhelmed. It looked no different from those internet-famous crispy roast pork, yet it seemed to carry its own halo and buff, making his mouth water uncontrollably.

Wang Fan unwrapped the aluminum foil covering the pork belly, placed it crisply side up, and aligned the kitchen knife with the pre-cut incision, chopping down powerfully with his palm.

"Crack..."

The constant crisp sounds filled the air, just hearing them allowed everyone to imagine the crunchiness of that piece of meat.

This blade sound is even more magical than the scraping; Li Qiang felt his saliva had a flooding tendency.

Having cut the long strips, Wang Fan didn’t stop and continued cutting them into thin slices. The small chunks of meat were visibly as white and clear as crystal, even the lean parts looked almost translucent.

Wang Fan looked up and smiled, "Guangfu Cuisine—Crispy Roast Pork, 28 yuan a serving."

Li Qiang couldn’t hold back any longer, shouting, "I want two servings," and immediately took out his phone to scan the code, but Wang Fan stopped him.

"One serving 28 yuan, two servings 112 yuan."

"Oh no, again!"

"What the heck, who taught this boss math?!"

"Ah, he must be trying to drive me crazy!"

"Can’t we just have some sincerity between people?!"

Li Qiang was quick-witted. Having been in business for years, he had seen all sorts of things and immediately paid for two 28-yuan servings.

"One serving plus one serving, haha!"

He said with a smug smile at Wang Fan.

Wang Fan placed the cut pieces into a plate, a total of nine pieces, with two small dishes on the side.

"One dish is the dipping sauce I’ve tailored for Northern tastes, and the other is pure white sugar used in authentic Cantonese style. You can choose freely."

Li Qiang couldn’t resist bringing the plate to his nose for a sniff. Though it appeared to be simple roast pork without any seasoning, it smelled rich and aromatic without any trace of unpleasant odor.

Licking his lips, Li Qiang trotted back to his stall.

The owner at window four was about to speak when he heard an extremely clear crunch.

"Crackle..."

Hearing the sound, everyone suddenly felt it was too outrageous to be true, it broke all boundaries.

Because that crisp sound actually came from the neighboring stall, the one Li Qiang had just dashed into!

And he wasn’t even in the front, he was inside the back kitchen!

He was eating in the back kitchen of the neighboring stall, and yet the sound clearly reached them here!

"Oh my, is it really that crispy?"

"This... sounds too fake."

"Hurry up, speed up in the front, my knife is already hungry and thirsty!"