Food: How come this boss knows everything?

Chapter 169 Who doesn't have to go to work? Fresh roast chicken

I originally thought that on weekdays, there would be fewer customers at the braised food cart.

At least tourists from other places should go back.

But Li Rui was wrong.

After he arrived at the Xingfuli Vegetable Market, there were still many customers coming to buy braised meat.

In fact, except for some workers who came here on leave.

There are still many people who don't have to go to work.

It's not time to get off work yet, and today's customers seem to be very diverse in age, with mostly elderly people and young people.

Du Kexin is one of these young people.

She and her classmates skipped the university sports meet to go out and have fun.

Du Kexin: "Have you read the news? If you start working right after graduation, you will most likely have to work until you are 65."

"Yeah, that's too difficult." The companion nodded.

I graduated from university at the age of 22, and if I had continued working, I would have worked for more than years.

It sounds like a desperate thing.

Of course, you should travel around while you are young.

Traveling on weekdays can also help you avoid the peak traffic times during holidays and weekends.

It is a very good choice.

Of course, it is not easy to find a job that allows you to work until you are 65 years old.

However, the two did not enter society.

I can’t think that far ahead for now.

Moreover, over here at the braised food cart, surrounded by the strong aroma, it is difficult for people to think so thoroughly.

All I can think about is eating, eating, eating.

The remaining small part of thinking should be left to the brain to direct the body to wipe the saliva from the corners of the mouth.

Du Kexin and her classmates had prepared a strategy before coming.
I read an article on Xiaohongshu about must-try braised dishes.

So order according to the plan:
"Boss, one pig's trotter, one duck's wing, and one vegetarian platter."

"Let me help you cut the pig's trotter."

"thank you boss."

The two of them took the braised food and found a seat nearby to sit down.

Pig's trotters, although their appearance and name are a bit rough, are not very elegant.

But it is rich in collagen and is loved by many people for its beauty-enhancing effects.

What's more, the pig's trotters made by Li Rui were rosy in color and mellow in fragrance, which made the two girls unable to restrain themselves.

The rich aroma of meat and the flavor of spices blend together, and the taste is even better when you eat it.

After three methods of removing fishy smells, namely depilation, blanching and braising, it tastes completely free of fishy smell.

The perfect combination of skin, meat and tendons gives it a rich taste.

Unlike the rosy red color of pig's trotters, goose wings look like the color of the ingredient itself.

The light pink meat under the goose skin looks very tender.

The stew is cooked to perfection, soft, tender and sweet.

Du Kexin likes the wing tip the most because the bones can be chewed and the flavor can be savored.

But what they didn't expect was that
The vegetarian dishes in the braised food cart are also very well braised.

The vegetarian dishes absorbed enough soup and had a shiny surface, which went well with the braised meat.

"Or, let's just play in Jianghai and come back tomorrow afternoon." Du Kexin suggested.

"I think it's OK. The boss's cooking skills are amazing. I have never eaten such delicious braised meat."

They had made plans before they came.

Jianghai City was just the first city they originally planned to pass through on their journey.

But the plans couldn't keep up with the changes.

Those who don’t have to go to work on weekdays, and of course the elderly who already work.

Chen Quanshun is an old man in the team of carts carrying braised goods.

In his time, he suffered a lot when he was young, but he was a front-line worker.
He retired gloriously at the age of fifty.

After raising two grandchildren,

Also enjoy the leisure time.

Today, when Chen Quanshun was collecting his pension at the bank, he heard a few elderly people chatting about some delicious braised food at the Xingfuli Vegetable Market, so he stopped by.

Thinking of having something nice to eat tonight.

Soon, Uncle Chen came to the front of the line. Li Rui greeted the customers:

"Uncle, what would you like to eat? The roast chicken we just ordered today is pretty good."

Uncle Chen is old and doesn't like to give instructions to others, but he likes to listen to others' suggestions. He thought the young boss looked kind, so he nodded and said:

"Then I'll have a roast chicken. It smells delicious."

"Okay, I'll weigh it for you."

Li Rui did not expose the braised food to wind and sun, and the roast chicken was still in the warm pot.

After taking it out of the pot, the bright yellow soup flows back into the pot along the smooth body of the chicken, looking very tempting.

"Wow, that looks really good."

Uncle pays in cash.

He took the roast chicken and went home.

Uncle Chen's wife is usually very frugal, and the money they save is saved for their children.

On the way, Old Chen also wondered whether his wife would scold him.

But after opening the door,
The old lady at home didn't ask, "Why buy it?"

Instead, he widened his eyes and asked, "It smells so good? What good stuff did you buy?"

Uncle Chen took out the roast chicken with a smile.
"Come, try it tonight. I bought it at the market."

"It tastes really good." The old lady took the roast chicken to the kitchen with great interest.

Just like when he was young.

Old Chen took advantage of this time to go to the cabinet and rummage around for a bottle of white wine.

Roast chicken goes well with wine, you can drink it in moderation.

But I looked everywhere but couldn't find it.

My wife's voice came from the kitchen: "Don't look for it. I put it in when I was stewing fish the day before yesterday."

The corner of Uncle Chen's mouth twitched.

"Nothing left for me?"

After saying that, he came to the kitchen.

The old lady in the kitchen ignored him and concentrated on disassembling the roast chicken.

The old lady's hands are not very strong.

But he still pulled the chicken leg off easily.

Light yellow crystal juice flowed out from the chicken legs and the chicken body.

The bright gravy made the old couple swallow their saliva.

Uncle Chen is not looking for wine anymore.
The old lady's movements became slower and slower.
She gently placed the chicken on the plate, preventing the juice from spilling onto the chopping board.

After he had finished disassembling a whole chicken, he said to the old man, "There's still some wine left. What's his name? Fugen?"

"Yes, it's Fugen." Uncle Chen helped bring the chicken to the table.

The old lady also washed her hands and took the wine.

The braised roast chicken is extremely tender.

After being fried, the chicken skin is soaked in the soup, giving it a rich taste.

The chicken tastes plump and juicy.

It tastes neither dry nor woody after entering the mouth.

With a "sizzle", Lao Chen took a sip of the white wine.

“It’s delicious.”

The chicken is not too dry and is very friendly to the elderly.

The old lady also nodded while eating.

“It’s really delicious.”