Food: How Did I Become a Chef When I Set Up a Stall?

Chapter 42: The stall doesn’t have to be big, just good cooking skills!

 Zhang Dashan came to Jiang Feng's stall.

“Boss Jiang, I finally found you.”

 “How come you are so happy to set up a stall here?”

 Zhang Dashan’s words were full of regret.

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.

 Let me eat such delicious braised pork and leave again.

 You are so cruel!

“I’ll change places after setting up a stall for a while, so I’m used to it.”

Jiang Feng said politely.

He met a regular customer not only once or twice, but he always received him politely.

 “Aren’t you going to sell braised pork?” Zhang Dashan asked reluctantly.

“It’s no longer for sale. It’s too busy for one person. It’s very troublesome to handle braised pork. It basically takes a day to prepare.”

 “I want to sell some breakfast here this week.”

Jiang Feng replied.

 There were some tourists around listening to the conversation between the two.

 After tourists come down from the mountain, some of them will come over to buy steamed buns and polenta.

 Some people just sit on benches and rest.

 As soon as they chatted like this, one tourist reacted immediately.

 “I remembered, the stall owner seems to be the one who caused the incident in the resort last week.”

 “It disappeared immediately after it became popular!”

“Some people also said that he signed a contract with a company and is planning to start a live broadcast to sell braised pork!”

 “I didn’t expect to come here to set up a stall!”

 The tourist exclaimed.

　　“I’ve watched that video too!”

 Someone will respond.

“No wonder his business is so good, I’ll go and have a taste.”

 “I thought it was an unscrupulous stall, but it turned out to be a powerful person!”

 Everyone walked towards the stall one after another.

 Zhang Dashan saw that Jiang Feng did not sell braised pork, so he looked at the stall's sign.

 “Bring me five meat buns.”

 Zhang Dashan was only interested in meat buns, so he said.

"good."

Jiang Feng took out a paper bag, put five meat buns in it and handed them to Zhang Dashan.

 Zhang Dashan grabbed a meat bun, which was still a little hot.

However, he has been outside tending cattle and sheep all year round, exposed to the wind and sun, so his skin is rough and his flesh is thick, and he does not feel hot to the touch.

 He took a bite of the meat bun while it was still hot.

 In an instant, the unique aroma of sauced meat bloomed in his mouth.

 The meat is soaked up with sauce, piping hot and refreshing. When you chew it, your mouth is filled with the aroma of sauced meat.

 Still that feeling of being so good that I can’t help myself!

  Chefs often have a personal style in handling ingredients, and will only adjust the taste according to the tastes of diners on special occasions.

Zhang Dashan is a person who likes meat, and Jiang Feng's handling of meat has reached the extreme.

 Once the taste was right, Zhang Dashan couldn't put it down and couldn't put down the delicacies made by Jiang Feng.

 “This sauced pork bun is so delicious!”

“Boss Jiang, the meat buns you made are so delicious!”

 “I made this trip specifically, it’s not a loss!”

"Let me know where you set up a stall from now on. Whenever there is meat to buy, I will definitely take care of the business."

 Zhang Dashan sighed while chewing the meat buns.

 Zhang Dashan is a "hardcore fan" of Jiang Feng.

 Actually, there are many such **** fans.

 Jiang Feng always encounters familiar faces when setting up a stall.

 Many people come specifically for Jiangfeng.

 Food is the most important thing for people, and some people like to pursue delicious food. Jiang Feng’s craftsmanship is good and will definitely attract many diners.

“Okay, if we set up a stall later, I’ll see what happens.”

“But forget about joining groups or anything like that, I don’t really like talking about work during breaks.”

Jiang Feng replied to Zhang Dashan.

“Why don’t you register a personal short video account? Short videos are so popular now that my ranch has several accounts.” Zhang Dashan gave Jiang Feng another suggestion.

　　“It’s not necessary, it’s also troublesome to shoot a short video.”

Jiang Feng now mainly relies on the system to make money. Although the income from stalls is high, it is still far from enough compared with the rewards from the system.     And he prefers to be clean on weekdays.

 Zhang Dashan ate all the buns in three or two bites.

 Five big buns, not a single bit left.

Ordinary people would be full after eating two, but he insisted on eating five!

 After eating, his face was full of enjoyment, and he looked particularly happy.

At this moment, Li Xiangfo, the temple’s purchaser, drove down the mountain, parked the car, and rushed all the way towards Jiang Feng’s stall.

Li Xiangfo came to the stall, smiled and said to Jiang Feng:

“Boss, your vegetarian buns are really good. The monks in the temple like them very much.”

“I would also like to order some vegetarian buns and steamed buns from you tomorrow.”

“Just sixty plain steamed buns and sixty steamed buns, what do you think?”

 “Just do what you did today.”

Zhang Dashan heard Li Xiangfo's words from the side, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared in his expression.

Boss Jiang is so awesome that all the monks in the temple have ordered steamed buns from him.

Jiang Feng readily agreed.

“No problem, it will be the same time tomorrow. Come and get it.”

“Okay, thank you very much.” Li thanked the Buddha, then turned and left.

Li Xiangfo is still dressed in monk's robes. He looks like a monk who has been practicing for many years, but in fact he is just a non-staff member.

After Li Xiangfo left, Zhang Dashan came to Jiang Feng and said in amazement:

“Boss Jiang, this is all a temple business.”

While receiving the diners, Jiang Feng replied: "I just happened to catch up. The owner of the bun shop that used to serve breakfast to the temple went back to his hometown these days. I happened to be here, so I helped with the cooking for a few days."

Hearing this, Zhang Dashan smiled and said:

“I heard that the temples and Taoist temples in Fengqi Mountain are all sacred. Although this mountain is not too high, it has particularly good Feng Shui.”

“Maybe Taoist priests will come too!”

As soon as Zhang Dashan finished speaking, he saw two Taoist boys wearing Taoist uniforms emerging from the entrance of the square, heading straight for Jiang Feng's stall.

Jiang Feng looked up and saw two young Taoist boys. He was also a little surprised.

 Good fellow, as Zhang Dashan said, the Taoist priest is really here!

 It is now 7:30 in the morning, and it is still early.

 There were seven or eight customers having breakfast next to the stall, all with happy faces.

 Zhang Dashan ate the meat buns and was chatting with Jiang Feng with satisfaction.

There were not many guests, so Jiang Feng was waiting in the dining car.

 The two Xiaodao children were about eighteen or nineteen years old, and they looked kind-hearted.

The Taoist temple in Fengqi Mountain is a small Taoist temple with only ten people inside, belonging to the Zhengyi sect.

 Taoist priests can eat meat, but they cannot eat four types of meat, including cows, dogs, mullet, and wild geese.

 They don’t have many dietary restrictions, and they only have restrictions on special days.

These two little Taoist boys are usually in charge of cooking in the kitchen. This morning they kneaded the steamed buns and put them in the steamer. As a result, the noodles were not fermented well. The steamed buns were all yellow and tasted very bad, making them inedible.

So their senior brother asked them to go down the mountain to buy buns halfway up the mountain.

“Senior brother is probably talking about that small stall. How did he know there was a small stall here? He had never seen it before.”

 A little Taoist boy said.

“I think I saw it from a short video. I heard him say yesterday that he wanted to come down and buy steamed buns.”

The two of them whispered.

They walked to Jiang Feng’s dining car, looked at the sign in front, and then said:

 “Let’s buy 20 sauced pork buns and ten tea eggs.”

"OK."

Jiang Feng took out the paper bag and put the buns for them.

 Two road boys were waiting in front of the car.

 After packing the steamed buns and tea eggs, the two of them left the square and walked up the mountain, carrying the bags.

 They still have to prepare for today’s morning fast.

“Boss Jiang, your business is really good. Monks and Taoist priests come to buy your steamed buns.”

 Zhang Dashan exclaimed in surprise.

Jiang Feng looked calm and responded with a smile:

“The business of a small stall is to welcome customers. There are temples and Taoist temples on this mountain. It is normal to do their business.”

 “For me, no matter who I am, I am an ordinary guest.”

 “As long as the guests like to eat.”

Zhang Dashan feels that Jiang Feng is completely different from other small vendors. He is extremely skilled in craftsmanship and has such a free and easy personality.

 Having a feeling of being an outsider.

 There is no one else who can set up a small stall.

 If the mountains are not high, there will be immortals and they will be famous; if the water is not deep, if there are dragons, they will be spiritual.

The stall doesn’t have to be big, just good cooking skills.

 (End of this chapter)