boyutpedia Chapter 80 Authentic!
Chapter 80 Authentic!
Chapter 80 Authentic!
"Little Li, I watched the video. The rabbit head was cleaned quite well initially, and the blanching steps were correct. The problem mainly lies in a few areas:"
The spice-frying went wrong.
The oil temperature is too high! Your pot of hot oil is smoking, and if you throw in peppercorns, fennel seeds, and other fine spices, they'll burn to a crisp in seconds! Burnt spices will definitely taste bitter, and that bitterness will seep into the braising liquid, beyond saving.
The correct way is to add spices to cool or warm oil and roast them slowly over low heat, understand?
Like simmering Chinese medicine, slowly extract the aroma, don't fry it over high heat until it's burnt! Once you see the spices turn slightly darker and start to release their fragrance, immediately add the fermented bean paste or water—don't be slow!
The fishy smell wasn't removed properly—pay attention to these two points next time, and it should improve things considerably. Keep it up!
The reply was long, insightful, well-organized, and full of practical information.
The moment the message was sent, the comment section exploded.
"Holy crap! The real deal has arrived! And it even comes with a technical manual!"
"Boss Wang is very generous! He shares all his true knowledge without holding anything back!"
"Caramelize the sugar! That's the key point! No wonder the color I made was wrong!"
"After blanching, you have to rinse it in running water for half an hour?! Take note! Before, blanching was all you needed to do!"
"Toast over low heat, not deep-fry over high heat! Got it, got it! That's the essence!"
"Boss Wang is amazing! He diagnosed the illness at a glance! So professional!"
"@Little Li who loves cooking, come out and kowtow! Boss Wang is personally cooking for you!"
"Given Boss Wang's genuine enthusiasm, I absolutely have to go to the cafeteria tomorrow and make my presence felt!"
"Followed! I really appreciate people who have real talent but don't show off!"
The number of likes and replies skyrocketed. Wang Sheng stared at the screen, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.
The feeling of being recognized and admired, along with the satisfaction of sharing one's skills, is indeed more heartwarming than simply counting money.
Less than two minutes later, the video blogger herself, "Little Ji Who Loves Cooking," rushed into the comments section, flooding the screen with exclamation marks and kneeling thank-you emojis: "Ahhhhh! Boss Wang! The real Boss Wang! Thank you for replying! And for providing such a detailed guide! So that's where the pitfall was! Oil temperature! Heat! Removing the fishy smell! This is amazing! I feel like I can do it again! Next time—next time I'll prepare all the ingredients and try again! I must succeed this time! [Kneeling thank you][Kneeling thank you][Kneeling thank you]"
Wang Sheng smiled; his goal had been achieved.
They showcased their professionalism, narrowed the distance with potential diners (viewers), and incidentally gave their own canteen and signature rabbit head a hardcore boost.
I glanced at the time; the job posting had been sent out, and the rabbit head controversy had been dealt with beautifully. Tomorrow?
—One hundred boxed meals, eighty spicy rabbit heads, plus the debut of brown sugar ice jelly at the canteen's late-night snack stall!
I tossed my phone aside, twisted my neck, and it snapped. Lights out, time to sleep.
Health is the foundation of everything; we need to keep operating at high speed tomorrow.
The next day, the breakfast window was bustling with people as usual. The steam from the xiaolongbao, the oily aroma of the mixed rice noodles, and the crispy fried dough sticks intertwined to create the most invigorating symphony of Jin Da's early morning.
Wang Sheng was extremely busy at window number 07; this was his main battlefield.
As noon approached, the small kitchen rented off-campus was bustling with activity.
New boxed meals have appeared.
The spatula clattered against the iron pot, the tap gushed water, and the pressure cooker hissed and spewed out white steam, setting the stage for the lunchbox meal preparations.
On the cutting board, bright green beans and fresh vegetables were piled up like a small mountain.
Wang Sheng slammed a large basin of freshly washed green beans onto the corner of the worktable and shook his wet hands. He had come over at four in the morning to help his mother, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes.
"Mom, the green beans are all ready, put them here."
"Okay, leave it there." Wang Xiulan didn't even look up. The thick-backed cleaver in her hand danced across the cutting board, leaving afterimages. A piece of pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat and beautiful marbling was quickly transformed into evenly sized cubes under her hands.
She had to coordinate all the cooking, including stir-frying, stewing, and seasoning. Wang Sheng could only lend a hand with miscellaneous tasks like washing and chopping vegetables. The core power of cooking was still firmly in his mother's hands.
"Coming right away!" Wang Sheng replied, turned around and picked up a piece of pork tenderloin. With a flash of the knife, long and even strips of meat obediently spread out on another cutting board.
Two large iron pots were burning brightly in the stove, and Wang Xiulan, like a general commanding thousands of troops, was firing with both hands.
In one pot, hot oil sizzles as it embraces diced pork belly, releasing a rich, fatty aroma that fills the small kitchen. In another pot, minced garlic and ginger leap into the hot oil to sauté, preparing for the next wave of vegetables to be cooked.
Sweat quickly soaked the stray hairs at her temples and trickled down her forehead. She didn't bother to wipe it away, just quickly wiped them with her elbow.
"The rabbit head—the braising sauce is still a bit lacking." While helping out, Wang Sheng glanced at the huge stainless steel braising vat in the corner.
The dark brown braising liquid bubbled and churned inside, with eighty rabbit heads bobbing up and down, greedily sucking in the rich, fragrant broth. Braised rabbit heads are a delicate art; too high a heat and the meat falls apart, too low a heat and the flavor is bland. Wang Sheng had to check on them every now and then and adjust the flame on the gas valve.
The cramped kitchen was filled with fumes and steam.
The mother and son neatly prepared the side dishes for 100 boxed meals, 80 spicy rabbit heads, and even the ingredients for the late-night snack ice jelly.
Packing is an assembly line operation, with one person serving rice and filling dishes, and another person covering the boxes and labeling them, all moving so fast they seem to fly.
As the last insulated box was securely fastened with a "click" and loaded onto the bread cart, the sky was already beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
Wang Sheng's heart ached when he saw his mother's bloodshot eyes and her forced energy. "Mom, go back to your room and get some rest. I'll come back to clean up after I deliver lunch."
"Yeah, drive slowly on the road."
Wang Xiulan answered in a hoarse voice, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped the control panel. Wang Sheng didn't say anything more, but he squeezed his mother's rough yet incredibly strong hands tightly before turning and getting into the secondhand minivan.
Inside the carriage, the warm aroma of food mingled with the pungent fragrance of braised dishes, carrying with it a heavy load of orders and aspirations for the future.
The irresistible aroma of spicy rabbit heads wafting from Xinghui Science and Technology Park became Wang Sheng's go-to brand, its power fully demonstrated during midday deliveries.
Wang Sheng, keeping to the precise time, followed the route planned the previous night, heading straight for the furthest stop, Xunda Technology. He called ten minutes in advance, and as soon as the car stopped downstairs at the company, a slightly overweight middle-aged man in a polo shirt, with a smile like that of a Maitreya Buddha, was already waiting at the door, peering out.
"Boss Wang! Over here!"
Old Zhou (General Manager Zhou) waved and strode over. It was the same guy from WeChat who spoke so fluently. He sniffed, and his eyes lit up: "Wow! This tastes like this! Authentic! Absolutely authentic! No wonder that brat Zhang Ya kept it so secret, only posting pictures in the group to tempt people. Today it's our turn to satisfy our cravings!"