Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 363 - 364: Let’s Make It—God of Cookery’s Signature Juicy “Urinating” Beef Balls

Chapter 363: Chapter 364: Let’s Make It—God of Cookery’s Signature Juicy “Urinating” Beef Balls

"Good morning, brothers and sisters. I’m currently in Tophan Town in Wensu County, Aksu. There’s a Yuan Mountain Seafood Farm here. Starting tomorrow, I’ll be setting up a stall here for five days. Friends who are passing by can come and check it out. This week’s theme is seafood—primarily white South American shrimp, rainbow trout, sturgeon, and mantis shrimp. One moment, the ingredients are lively in the tank, and the next, they’ll be on the grill or in the pot."

Wang Fan sent a message to the group and also posted a few candid photos from the scene.

He wasn’t planning on attracting fans; he mainly said beforehand he would inform them wherever he went.

If there really were people passing by, they’d come for a casual meal. Otherwise, that was fine. His target audience was the residents and neighbors near Zhuo Qianqian’s home.

That’s what he thought, but the friends in the group didn’t see it that way.

A few days ago, his live streaming already attracted many group friends to Great Border, and now, knowing Boss Wang would be setting up a stall, their gluttonous spirits instantly ignited.

"Finally, I’ve been waiting for you. Luckily, I didn’t give up. I was avoiding crowds, came to Aksu to eat fruit, and it turned out to be a stroke of luck! Hahaha!"

"Don’t envy me, everyone. I’ve just landed in Urumqi and am heading straight to Aksu to try the fresh taste for all of you!"

"Hahaha, I can bear anything else, but telling me I can eat seafood directly at the farm—I can’t hold back at all. I’m buying a ticket to fly over now."

"Boss Wang somewhat underestimates how dedicated us Guangfu folks can be for a bite of fresh food! There’s a seafood market opposite my home, but it’s nowhere near Boss Wang’s skills. I’m in, and I’m bringing a few childhood friends along."

Wang Fan didn’t expect so many replies to his message, moved but also reluctant to see them make an effort: "Only come if it’s convenient. No need to make a special trip since this place is indeed quite far."

Shen Teng replied directly, "Just focus on preparing your dishes. Whether we go or how far it is—those are our considerations. We’re all adults; who wouldn’t act impulsively sometimes? I’m flying straight over tonight, make sure to cook plenty."

"That’s right, brother Teng; spoken like a pro."

"Send Boss Wang’s post to Weibo and have Sayram Lake split some traffic. I’m still stuck on the road at the entrance, and a few guys beside me say they decided to go on this spontaneous trip after watching Boss Wang’s live stream, and I really have to thank him!"

By this time, Mr. Zhuo had already scooped out a big pot of shrimp. The crystal-clear prawns were restless, jumping around in the big tub, always wanting to leap out. Luckily, there was a net over the tub; otherwise, they’d all fall to the ground.

"Let’s go; we’re having these for lunch. There’s fresh beef at home too. Let’s see how this top chef performs."

...

Wang Fan took over the kitchen today.

Zhuo’s mom wanted to help, but Zhuo Qianqian dragged her outside.

The refrigerator was still full of vegetables because there were several greenhouses in the town. Not far from Mr. Zhuo’s farm was a vegetable greenhouse, a cattle farm, and a chicken farm. If you opened a restaurant here, at least the ingredients would never be an issue.

On the chopping board was a large slab of beef leg, along with the plate of white South American shrimp caught today. Looking at these, Wang Fan suddenly had a good idea.

He walked out of the kitchen to ask Zhuo’s mom, "Auntie, how’s the neighborhood relationship here? If I make some meatballs and have Qianqian deliver them, would it be too abrupt?"

Zhuo’s mom smiled and said, "Not at all. We’ve all been neighbors for decades. Many watched Qianqian grow up; sending them some food is not a problem."

Wang Fan nodded, "Then I’ll make more."

When Wang Fan returned to the kitchen, Zhuo’s mom curiously asked, "What’s he planning to make?"

Zhuo Qianqian shook her head: "I don’t know either, but those uncles and aunts are in for a treat."

"You sure are confident."

"Of course, once you taste it, you’ll see—it’ll surely make you eat a pound."

"A pound? I can’t eat as much as you."

Wang Fan entered the kitchen and pulled out two small hammers from his toolbox, specifically for tenderizing beef.

Today, he planned to recreate Stephen Chow’s classic dish—exploding urine beef balls—using beef and shrimp!

Without rushing to tenderize the beef, Wang Fan first simmered a pot of chicken wing broth.

He found out since arriving here that many people in Great Border don’t eat pork, so he didn’t use pork skin but rather chicken wings instead.

The effect of chicken wings is slightly weaker than pork skin but offers a smoother texture, perfect for an explosion filling.

He removed the shrimp heads, shells, and veins, smashed the shrimp into minced meat, and boiled them in chicken wing broth. Once cooked, he refrigerated it to cool the chicken wing shrimp aspic, then cut the whole beef leg into smaller pieces.

Picking up the two hammers, he started pounding away, causing Mr. and Mrs. Zhuo in the front to watch in curiosity.

Mr. Zhuo smiled and said to Zhuo Qianqian, "What’s he making? I wouldn’t be surprised if he wants to demolish our kitchen."

Zhuo Qianqian shook her head: "I don’t know either, but he’s definitely not demolishing the kitchen. He cleans that kitchen as if it’s new every day; he takes great care of it."

The muscles on Wang Fan’s arms were well-defined as he swung the hammers powerfully, quickly turning the beef pieces into beef patties. After adding a little bit of salt and baking powder, he stirred up a storm again, turning the patties into beef mince.

Wang Fan touched the beef mince, pinched a piece, and could distinctly hear the sound of adhesion—a sign the beef had been pounded to release gelatin, confirming it was slaughtered less than 12 hours ago.

If over 12 hours had passed, the beef enzymes would have broken down some proteins into amino acids, losing its stickiness, making it nearly impossible to pound out gelatin. As for frozen beef sold online used for beef balls...

Wang Fan carefully picked out the sinews from the mince, which had turned tender and pink after pounding, looking quite cute.

He placed the mince in a bowl, added starch and ice water, and began stirring rapidly. As the stirring continued, he could clearly feel the beef’s resistance increasing.

He kept at it for twenty minutes and finally stopped, satisfied.

After washing hands, he took out the frozen aspic from the fridge, cut it into little cubes in the mold, grabbed some beef in his hand, and squeezed it with his fingers, creating a ping-pong ball-sized beef ball.

He poked a hole in the ball, inserted a piece of chicken wing shrimp aspic, smoothed it over with his fingers to seal it, and a beef ball was complete.

With water boiling beside him and the temperature just right, he placed the first beef ball into the pot, followed by the second, third, quickly filling it up.

Looking at these beef balls, a sly smile appeared on Wang Fan’s face.

These beef balls are truly explosive!

He was eager to see Mr. Zhuo’s reaction when tasting them, and also the neighbors’ reactions.

He believed that once they tasted these beef balls, they’d surely want a second serving, and these folks would become the first customers at the stall tomorrow.