boyutpedia Chapter 82 Grocery Shopping Cart
Chapter 82 Grocery Shopping Cart
Chapter 82 Grocery Shopping Cart
"Can a low-fat meal taste just as good as a main dish?"
Su Weiwei stared at Wang Sheng with her clear, naive eyes, filled with familiar suspicion.
Even though she was already completely impressed by Wang Sheng's cooking skills, what about a low-fat meal?
My "culinary disasters" from working out at home during summer vacation instantly flooded back to my mind—dry chicken breast, bland boiled vegetables,
A bland, tasteless egg white paste —
Just thinking about it made her delicate brows furrow unconsciously.
Wang Sheng chuckled at her expression, a confident smile playing on his lips: "What's wrong, Su? Is your mind filled with nothing but salad leaves and chicken breast? Even a dog would shake its head at that?"
He understood this pretty junior's thought process perfectly.
Su Weiwei's cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't mince words: "Then—how delicious can a healthy one be? You can't just add tons of oil, salt, and sugar to make it taste good, can you?"
"Pay attention to perspective! Pay attention to perspective!"
Wang Sheng shook his index finger, his eyes shining brightly. "Did our ancestors' culinary wisdom accumulated over thousands of years just come for nothing? With proper combinations and a few tricks, even the most ordinary ingredients can be transformed into low-fat, low-calorie, and incredibly delicious dishes! The profound depth of Chinese cuisine is far beyond what a few lettuce leaves can offer!"
His confidence was not empty talk. Just now, his consciousness sank into the vast "Weight Loss/Healthy Recipes" section of the system store, and a recipe called "Exquisite Four-Flavor Freshness: Technical Chinese Weight Loss Set Meal" instantly caught his eye.
The concept is ingenious.
Using inexpensive ingredients to create amazing flavors, while perfectly keeping the cost under 20 yuan!
Made by the system, it's designed to quell any dissent. With this confidence, he dared to "speak recklessly."
"Oh?" Su Weiwei's curiosity was completely piqued, her eyes sparkling. "So what exactly is the senior doing? Give me a heads-up!"
"That won't work."
Wang Sheng shook his head decisively, his smile mysterious. "The surprise is for last. You don't have class the day after tomorrow afternoon, right? I'll save the first one for you. Try it and you'll see. I guarantee it will completely change your mind about the term 'weight-loss meal'!"
"real?"
Seeing his certainty, Su Weiwei's doubts melted away like thin ice in the sunlight, replaced by overwhelming anticipation.
"It's a deal! I'll be the first one here the day after tomorrow afternoon! Senior, if you dare to spoil it beforehand—"
She deliberately put on a stern face and extended her delicate little finger in a threatening manner.
"Pinky promise, a hundred years from now."
Wang Sheng smiled, hooked his little finger around the slightly cool fingertip, and gently shook it.
The delicate touch of the girl's fingertips swept across her skin.
After seeing Su Weiwei off, who kept turning back to look at him with eyes full of cravings, Wang Sheng took out his phone.
On Boss Zhipin, two new message notifications are flashing. One is Chef Zhao, a local chef in his early forties, whose resume states he has over ten years of kitchen experience, especially skilled in food preparation; the other is Xiao Li from a neighboring city, a recent graduate and a young, energetic kitchen helper.
Wang Sheng's fingers flew across the keyboard as he succinctly scheduled interviews for the two of them for the morning and afternoon of the following day.
The manpower problem can finally be alleviated, and the tension in my heart can be relieved.
As night fell, autumn rain began to fall outside the window, pattering softly against the glass.
One autumn rain brings a chill, and the damp, cold air seeps in through the cracks in the door, carrying the desolation unique to late autumn.
The next morning, Wang Sheng rode his weathered tricycle to the market.
The cold rain lashed my face, the chill seeping into my thin jacket. My hands, gripping the handlebars, quickly grew stiff and my knuckles went numb. The wheels rolled over the wet pavement, splashing mud and water everywhere.
Wang Sheng shrank his neck, looking at the gray sky and the drizzling rain. He could no longer suppress the thought in his mind: "It's only late autumn and I'm already freezing like a dog. When winter comes, riding this thing in the wind and snow, I'll probably freeze into an ice sculpture!"
Buying a car has become an urgent necessity.
For shelter from the wind and rain, hauling more cargo and driving faster, a van, especially the Wuling Hongguang which is sturdy, durable, and inexpensive to maintain, is almost the best choice.
On his way back after delivering boxed lunches to Xinghui Science and Technology Park at noon, he inexplicably wandered over to Old Liu's pork stall.
The stall owner, Lao Liu, was a burly man with a thick waist. He wore an oil-stained leather apron and was chopping bones with great force.
"Boss Wang! You're here? What would you like to order today? Foreleg or pork belly? We'll save the best for you!" Old Liu greeted him warmly, his voice booming.
While picking out meat, Wang Sheng casually mentioned, "Brother Liu, riding my bike here today was a real ordeal, I was freezing. I was thinking of getting a used van to drive around in this cold weather, it'll be more convenient for grocery shopping and delivery. You're so well-connected, I see you drive a Wuling Hongguang too, do you know any reliable van dealers?"
"Buy a car? A Wuling Hongguang?"
Upon hearing this, Old Liu slammed his cleaver down on the thick cutting board with a clang, and a bright smile instantly spread across his oily face, his eyes narrowing into slits.
"Hey! What a coincidence! Boss Wang, you've come to the right person!"
He glanced quickly to the left and right, as if about to share some earth-shattering secret, then lowered his voice, barely concealing his smugness: "My wife used to run a butcher stall on the next street, you know? Her Wuling Hongguang van, which she used for hauling goods, was bought last year. It wasn't driven much, so it's in excellent condition! She's just about to sell it!"
Wang Sheng was taken aback: "Your sister-in-law quits?"
"Hehe, I'm quitting, I'm quitting!"
Old Liu waved his hand, his smile widening to almost earlobes, and he beamed triumphantly: "Brother, didn't I mention to you the other day that I was dabbling in stocks with a friend? You know, the aerospace concept! Hey, guess what? We hit the jackpot! Takeoff! Made a little money! Enough for us! My wife's been working so hard with me for years, it's time for her to relax and enjoy life! That car, it's just sitting there! Boss Wang, if you're interested, come over tomorrow morning? Price's negotiable! Guaranteed better than the dealers!"
Seeing Lao Liu's smug look, as if "our luck has finally turned around," Wang Sheng couldn't help but laugh.
This saves us the trouble of outsmarting car dealers.
Old Liu is an honest man, and his meat is all good.
His car is a common sight in the market; it looks quite sturdy.
"Okay! Brother Liu, it's a deal then! I'll come over to check on the car after I finish delivering the food tomorrow morning!" Wang Sheng readily agreed.
"Okay! I'll be waiting for you!"
Old Liu grinned from ear to ear, casually grabbing two thick, meaty pork bones and stuffing them into Wang Sheng's bag. "Take these to make soup! It'll be good for you! Consider it a token of my appreciation!"
The second day, at the tail end of the breakfast rush, in the kitchen behind window number 07.
Chen Mo, the quiet but meticulous kitchen helper, managed to independently complete an entire batch of Wuxi-style steamed buns after Wang Sheng gave him a little pointer!
From kneading the dough and preparing the filling to wrapping and steaming, her movements were slower and slightly less practiced than Wang Sheng's, but the process was precise and efficient. As the steamer lid was lifted and steam rose, a basket of plump, white steamed buns appeared before her:
The pleats are clear and even, the seams are tight, and the "golden crown" at the top is just right.
Wang Sheng picked one up and tasted it. The soup was rich and the meat filling was fresh, sweet and chewy, which was about 70-80% of his level!
【Ding! 】
[Employee Chen Mo has been detected as having "successfully mastered the making techniques of Wuxi Xiaolongbao (Samsung)"!]
[Trigger the "Passing on the Torch" achievement!]
[Reward: Max-level Skill Card x1 (The host can designate one mastered skill to instantly upgrade to the maximum level)]