Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 299 - 300: Let’s Make It—Stir-Fried Beef River Noodles

Chapter 299: Chapter 300: Let’s Make It—Stir-Fried Beef River Noodles

Beef tenderloin, onions, chives, scallions, bean sprouts, and the most important star of the show — Shahe Rice Noodles.

After buying the ingredients, Wang Fan started watching videos. He wanted to see what the difference was between his ancient method of stir-frying Beef River and the modern one.

First, "Don’t use too much oil, keep it on high heat and stir-fry quickly. Slightly sear it for that iron plate grilling feel, continue stir-frying on high heat... light soy sauce for freshness, toss the wok, dark soy sauce for color..."

Second, "Salt, chicken powder, light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, mix together to make a simple sauce..."

Third, "There are two nemeses in the kitchen, one is stir-fried Beef River, and the other is sweet and sour pork. Stir-frying Beef River is difficult due to the heat control; too much oil makes it greasy, too little oil sticks to the pan, each noodle must be evenly colored, too much dark soy sauce tastes too strong, too little makes it bland and weak in color..."

After watching several food bloggers make stir-fried Beef River, Wang Fan gradually discovered the problem.

That is, his ancient method of stir-frying Beef River didn’t mention dark soy sauce at all!

Moreover, it featured a key seasoning absent in all these videos — brown sugar!

All the videos he watched had no brown sugar, while his recipe only called for brown sugar and no dark soy sauce.

Lying in his recliner, Wang Fan entered the system space to begin a simulated cooking.

He opened the recipe, and a slightly aged yet full of vigor voice began to explain.

"First step of the ancient stir-fried Beef River — fry brown sugar."

"Fry the brown sugar in oil until it turns into caramel, then add water. The caramel syrup produced can be used for coloring, it smells much better than using dark soy sauce for color, and it doesn’t turn sour, plus it’s more gelatinous than dark soy sauce."

"Second step — make caramel sauce."

"Ratio: 2 spoons of caramel syrup, 3 qian (a Chinese measure) of light soy sauce, a pinch of chicken powder, a dash of oyster sauce, and a suitable amount of pepper."

Hearing this, Wang Fan couldn’t help but twitch his lips.

No wonder Chinese chefs each have their own flavor. With these pinches and a proper amount, there will never be a uniform standard, so the taste will naturally vary.

Fortunately, he has the skill of taste, so making a sauce isn’t difficult.

"Third step — fry the beef."

"Heat an empty pan, use high heat and cold oil, add shredded ginger, then the beef, stir-fry to separate, add some rice wine, add a bit of light soy sauce."

Once, twice, three, four times, seven, eight, nine, ten times.

Wang Fan couldn’t remember how many times he’d simulated it, but it must have been hundreds or thousands of times.

He had to admit, this dish truly tests one’s skill.

Too much heat sticks to the pan, too little oil sticks to the pan, inadequate stir-frying sticks to the pan, truly mastering the "dry" is very challenging.

But fortunately, he was no longer a clueless beginner. After persevering efforts, he finally simulated a perfect ancient stir-fried Beef River.

Just as he was about to get up and cook, a crisp "ding" sounded.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the perfect level of ancient stir-fried Beef River for the first time, inheriting traditional ancient cuisine, and rewarding skill — Absolute Control."

"Absolute Control — Refined through countless trials, the essence of culinary skill, grants absolute control over one’s limbs, making hands move at the speed of thought."

Good heavens!

I exclaimed good heavens!

What a surprise!

Wang Fan moved his hands, his fair, slender yet strong hands felt more delicate than before. Even when gripping lightly, he could feel the tiny resistance of the wind against his palms.

He had felt his control ability growing since his level up, initially thinking his control was already high enough.

While simulating stir-frying Beef River, he realized he was like a frog in a well. It wasn’t until he received this skill that he understood what absolute control meant.

Hiss...

Wang Fan grimaced as a thought crossed his mind; with his sense so sharp, would pain also be magnified?

If he slapped someone, would it hurt himself first?

Never mind, as a civilized person, fighting is wrong. Win, and you’ll have tea at the station; lose, and you’ll have medicine at the hospital. Either way, it’s not worth it.

Recalling the simulation process, Wang Fan couldn’t help but laugh again.

It seems that tonight, his classmates will not only get to eat something delicious but also see something entertaining.

Tonight will be a night to train the mythical arm.

...

"Charge!"

"Go, go, go, let me see what’s for dinner tonight!"

"No matter what it is, we have to eat to our heart’s content; delicious beyond debate."

"Huh? Ancient stir-fried Beef River for 18 yuan a serving. I know stir-fried Beef River, but what’s with the ’ancient’?"

"What does it matter? Just charge ahead."

"Indeed, anything from window 5 can be eaten without hesitation; it’s guaranteed to be explosively good!"

It’s Wu Ming’s first time eating at the second canteen’s window 5, or rather, his first time eating on this campus.

Today is his birthday.

He has a childhood friend named Yang Wei. They’ve been in the same school since they were kids, even at university, though they were placed on different campuses due to their chosen majors.

"Is this the best birthday meal you said you’d treat me to? Just a plate of stir-fried Beef River? I didn’t know you were this stingy?"

Wu Ming said to Yang Wei, speechless.

Yang Wei shushed him like a thief and whispered, "Keep it down! We signed a confidentiality agreement. If it weren’t your birthday today, I wouldn’t even tell you!"

The supply is limited, and if others at the other two campuses knew, the competition would be even fiercer, so everyone is tight-lipped about it. People at the other two campuses basically have no idea about this.

Wu Ming exclaimed, "Really? Can stir-fried noodles be so good? The night market by the school gate sells them for ten a piece; if you’re tight on money, I’ll treat you."

Yang Wei got anxious instantly, "Hey, don’t you know a good thing? Tell you what, if tonight’s meal gets a ’no’ from you, you can order anything once we’re outside campus, okay?"

Wu Ming glanced at Yang Wei in surprise, "Oh? So confident?"

Yang Wei snorted, "Absolutely, tonight you will have to leave your stomach here; just don’t be sad when you go back to your campus and can’t have it anymore?"

Wu Ming said repeatedly, "Okay, okay, that’s just too far-fetched. It’s just a meal, can I really be pining over it day and night?"

Yang Wei shook his head, "I won’t argue with you. You’ll know when it hits your mouth. Just don’t beg me to bring you food later."

"Whoever begs is a puppy."

"Also, I’ve got to tell you, don’t whisper this cafeteria stuff outside, or it’ll be tough for me."

The two of them, chatting, walked upstairs to the second floor.

Then they heard exclamations from window 5, drawing them both to curiously look over and see what was happening.