Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 391 - 392: Come On Out, Copper Pot Hotpot

The large cut is located above the lamb’s hind leg, with tender meat, more lean and less fat.

The small cut is above the lamb’s front leg, with a mixture of lean and fat.

The cucumber strip is beneath the large cut, shaped like a strip attached to the femur, with a crisp, tender texture and balanced fat and lean, offering a great taste.

The soft piece is connected to the cucumber strip, with more lean meat, soft texture, two parts fat and eight parts lean, as soft as a cloud.

After that comes rib meat and lamb leg, lamb breast and similar parts.

Typically, lamb slices for hot pot need to be made into lamb rolls, which are frozen for 24 hours before being sliced into hot pot ingredients.

But high-end chefs are naturally different from ordinary people.

With top-notch knife skills and the art of the butterfly knife combined with a top-quality kitchen knife, Wang Fan sliced all the remaining meat into thin slices.

The lamb offal wasn’t included, but he kept the lamb stomach.

In just half an hour, Wang Fan had cut the entire lamb into shapes suitable for the hot pot.

Zhuo Qianqian had already finished washing the vegetables and brought them along with the meat, and the two of them went inside.

Seeing the neatly arranged and tender lamb on the tray Wang Fan was carrying, Mr. Zhuo’s eyes almost popped out.

With over thirty years of experience living alongside lamb, he couldn’t understand how Wang Fan had done it at all.

The top part of the neck was understandable, but how were those lamb rolls cut from the rest of the meat?!

This is not scientific!

Seeing Mr. Zhuo’s reaction, Wang Fan knew he was doing it on purpose, and he chuckled to himself.

If he didn’t show off some real skills, his future father-in-law might really underestimate him!

How about that? Can’t wrap your head around it, can you? Hahahaha...

Zhuo Mama keenly sensed that there was definitely something going on between the two of them, she guessed it was undoubtedly the ubiquitous male competitive desire again.

But she didn’t plan to interfere; she could feel that their relationship was actually getting better.

As long as things are moving in a good direction, what happens in the process doesn’t matter much.

On Wang Fan’s RV, there was a copper hotpot, the kind used for hot pot in old Beijing, which he brought down too.

Charcoal was already placed inside the copper pot, and with good ventilation, there was no worry about poisoning.

As soon as the broth was poured into the copper pot, the rich aroma began to spread.

The aroma was thick, rich, yet not overpowering, giving a warm feeling instead.

The flavors of the spices and herbs had already perfectly melded with the broth, without feeling out of place at all.

Setting up the bowls and chopsticks, Wang Fan smiled and said, "Uncle, Auntie, try this soup, you can drink it directly."

Zhuo Mama said, "Let me have a bowl first."

Wang Fan stirred the pot with a ladle, then scooped a ladle of milky-white soup from the now-boiling pot into a bowl, which wasn’t too big, half a bowl was just right, any more and it would be too hot to hold.

Zhuo Mama took the bowl, brought it to her nose, and sniffed.

After long hours of simmering beef bones and an old hen, the marrow and the chicken’s rich flavors had melded into the soup. Adding over thirty precious Chinese herbs gave this broth a unique aroma.

This fragrance was rich without being overwhelming, almost as if you could feel the freshness and tranquility of nature.

Unable to resist tasting it, she felt a warmth sliding down her throat and spreading out, making her feel content and relaxed.

The texture of the soup was thick, with the marrow of the beef bones and the rich flavor of the hen intertwining, creating a dense and unique taste.

The addition of medicinal herbs did bring a slight bitterness to the broth, but this bitterness wasn’t out of place and added depth to the soup.

Normally, neither bone broth nor hen soup contains much nutrition, but the addition of those herbs filled this soup with nutritional value.

"Phew..."

Breathing out a puff of warm air, Zhuo Mama laughed and praised, "I think just drinking this soup could completely suffice for dinner, it’s so delicious."

Wang Fan confidently said, "The lamb is even better, Uncle Zhuo’s taste can’t be wrong."

"No way?"

Zhuo Qianqian looked at Wang Fan in shock, he even said such shameless compliments, is this still the boss she knows?

Wang Fan blushed deeply under her gaze but said nothing, saying nice things to his future father-in-law isn’t shameful!

Mr. Zhuo, although secretly pleased, blushed with embarrassment on his handsome face, but luckily the hot pot’s temperature was quite high, making it look like he was red from the heat.

"Let’s eat the meat..."

Mr. Zhuo cleared his throat to ease the awkwardness, stood up to serve the meat.

Wang Fan quickly stood up to stop him, "Uncle Zhuo, you just sit, I’ll do it."

Saying that he picked up the plate of lamb tripe and poured it into the pot.

"The lamb tripe should be stewed first, wait until we’ve had enough of the others then it’ll be just right."

"Thick-cut lamb topside also needs to be cooked first, boiling for seven minutes gives it the best flavor."

"First, eat these meats, just hold them with chopsticks and swish them in the pot for 15 seconds, exactly seven up and eight down."

As Wang Fan spoke, he placed the lamb tripe and topside into the hotpot with communal chopsticks, then picked up a thin slice of meat with chopsticks and put it into the pot.

With the movement of the chopsticks, the lamb meat slowly turned from pink to light pink, and then fully cooked to a pale grey-white color.

Once cooked, the meat slices, thin as cicada wings, curled naturally, with clear textures visible, swirling white steam and enticing scent emanating from them.

"Winning over the key person is already half the victory, so you need to win over your mother-in-law."

Remembering the strategy provided by his second uncle, Wang Fan unhesitatingly placed a chopstick of meat into Zhuo Mama’s bowl.

"Auntie, have a taste."

Zhuo Mama immediately beamed with a smile, "Let me give it a try."

"No need to dip it in the sauce for now, just try it directly."

"You can eat it like this?"

Though puzzled, Zhuo Mama didn’t hesitate and immediately put a bite into her mouth.

Instantly, the rich aroma of the meat filled her mouth, interwoven with the thick herbal fragrance.

With a slight chew, the fresh and tender lamb melted in her mouth, showcasing the full flavor and tenderness of lamb.

"I feel like Xiao Fan, you’re more like a native of Great Border, even better at eating lamb than we are."

Swallowing the meat, Zhuo Mama gave the highest praise.

It truly was the highest praise, the equivalent of Lord Guan admitting someone else wielded the broadsword better.

Mr. Zhuo was skeptical, "Is it really as good as you say? Let me try."

He said and picked up a piece of meat, mimicking Wang Fan’s seven up and eight down, then blew on it before putting it in his mouth after it fully changed color.

Fresh, delicate, rich, full of meaty aroma, savoring the lamb, Mr. Zhuo realized that his many years of eating lamb might have been in vain.

Mr. Zhuo had to admit, Wang Fan’s hotpot lamb was so good that it was hard not to applaud.

Darn it, could this kid really be from Great Border? Otherwise, how could his lamb be even more authentic than the locals?