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're so good and come here to set up a stall?"

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 will change places after setting up a stall for a while, so I get used to it."

Jiang Feng said politely.

Not once or twice when he met a regular customer, 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 process braised pork. It basically takes a day to prepare."

"Wanted 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 the mountain, some of them will come to buy steamed buns and polenta.

Others just sit on benches and rest.

As they chatted like this, one tourist immediately reacted.

"I remembered that the stall owner seemed to be the one who caused the incident at 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 seen that video too!"

Someone responded.

"No wonder his business is so good, I'm going to have a taste."

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

Everyone walked towards the stall.

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

"Bring me five meat buns."

Zhang Dashan was only interested in meat buns and said.

"it is good."

Jiang Feng took out the paper bag, filled it with five meat buns and handed them to Zhang Dashan.

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

However, he has been outside herding cattle and sheep all year round, and has been 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 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.

It’s still that feeling of being so good that I can’t help myself!
  Chefs often have a personal style in handling ingredients, and 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 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 go to 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 Jiang Feng's "hardcore fan".

In fact, there are many such hardcore fans.

When Jiang Feng sets up a stall, he always encounters familiar faces.

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 a group or something, 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 troublesome to shoot a short video."

Jiang Feng now mainly relies on the system to make money. Although the income from setting up a stall is high, it is still far from enough compared with the system's rewards. And he prefers to be quiet on weekdays.

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

Five big buns, not a single bit left.

Ordinary people would be full after eating two, but he just ate five!

After eating, his face was filled with enjoyment, and he looked particularly happy.

At this moment, Li Xiangfo, the temple's purchaser, drove down the mountain, parked the car, and rushed 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'd also like to order some vegetarian buns and steamed buns from you tomorrow."

"Just sixty vegetarian buns and sixty steamed buns, what do you think?"

"Just do what you did today."

When Zhang Dashan heard Li Xiangfo's words from the side, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

Boss Jiang is so awesome that all the monks in the temple order 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 Buddha, then turned and left.

Li Xiangfo was still dressed in monk's robes and looked like a monk who had been practicing for many years, but in fact he was just a non-staff member.

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

"Boss Jiang, this is all temple business."

While receiving the diners, Jiang Feng replied: "I just happened to catch up. The owner of the bun shop that used to provide breakfast for the temple is going back to his hometown these days. I happen to be here, so I will help 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 magical. Although this mountain is not too high, it has very good Feng Shui."

"Maybe the Taoist priests will come too!"

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

Jiang Feng looked up and was a little surprised when he saw two young Taoist boys.

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

It's 7: in the morning and it's still dark.

There were seven or eight customers eating 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 customers, so Jiang Feng was waiting in the dining car.

The two little Taoists 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 there are four types of meat they cannot eat: cows, dogs, mullet, and wild geese.

Their diet is not restrictive, only on special days.

These two little Taoist boys were 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 properly. 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 stall. How did he know there was a stall here? He has 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 murmured.

They walked to Jiang Feng's dining car, looked at the sign in front, and then said:
  "We bought 20 sauced pork buns and ten tea eggs."

"Row."

Jiang Feng took out the paper bag and filled them with buns.

Two road boys were waiting in front of the car.

After packing the steamed buns and tea eggs, the two left the square and walked up the mountain with the bags in hand.

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.

Jiang Feng looked calm and responded with a smile:
  "The business of small stalls is to welcome customers. There are temples and Taoist temples on this mountain. It is normal to do their business."

"For me, no matter what status I have, I am an ordinary guest."

"As long as the guests like to eat."

Zhang Dashan felt that Jiang Feng was completely different from other vendors. He was extremely skilled in craftsmanship and had such a free and easy personality.

There is a feeling of being a master from this world.

For the sake of setting up a small stall, there is no one else.

If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals; if the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual.

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

(End of this chapter)