Food: How come this boss knows everything?

Chapter 19: There are three things I don’t eat at night markets
Taoyuan Night Market
Before nightfall, a large crowd of diners had already gathered at the night market.

"It's already past five o'clock, why hasn't the kebab boss arrived yet?"

"That's not right. I've been here for three days. The barbecue stall is always open at 5 o'clock every day. What's going on today?"

"Wait a little longer, maybe something has delayed us."

"Wow, I took a day off specifically to come here to queue up."

Li Rui was delayed for a while because he was chased by two comrades from the public security department and was brought home to grill skewers.

It wasn't until half past five that we hurried to the night market.

Seeing the familiar tricycle, the diners' long wait calmed down.

"Here he comes, the boss of Chuan'er is here."

"I finally got to the point where I was waiting."

Li Rui walked through the crowd who were waiting patiently and parked the electric tricycle.

There were even a few strong customers who came up to help him move the oven down.

"Thank you." Li Rui didn't expect the diners to be so enthusiastic.

He put on his clothes, mask and gloves, and put out today's menu.

Newly added grilled chicken feet, 5 yuan a string.

"There are new products. Let's try them today."

"Boss, I still want five lamb skewers."

"Don't cut in line, we were here first."

Li Rui calmed down his restless diners, "Everyone line up and come one by one."

With Li Rui's persuasion, the customers finally lined up.

Everyone was eagerly waiting for his skewers.

Li Rui counted the orders from the first few diners and put all the grilled food into the oven at once.

Twelve skewers of lamb, ten skewers of beef, three tendons, one lamb kidney, and four vegetable rolls.

He flipped and grilled it methodically, sprinkling the key seasoning on it from time to time.

The fire was burning brightly, grease was dripping down, and the aroma of burnt food was everywhere.

Soon after,

The first group of waiting diners finally got their desired skewers.

They took it in their hands, and unsurprisingly, they bit it right away in front of everyone else, without caring about anyone else's feelings at all.

The diners in the queue couldn't help but feel envious. They started to swallow their saliva as they watched others eating with their mouths full of oil.

"How hateful."

"I'm so greedy, when will it be my turn?"

"Can we eat over there?"

However, there was one person who was very special. After he took the skewers, he actually jogged away.

On an MVP car next to Taoyuan Night Market.

A gray-haired old man was looking at the various snacks on the table with disgust.

He is a famous food critic in Jianghai City, Mr. Wang Yongli. Although he cannot cook, he has a say in the food circle with his discerning taste and experienced comments.

Just give me these things?
Wang Yongli was fiddling with the snacks on the table, including fried skewers, grilled cold noodles, and giant squid.

Sitting next to him was the organizer of Taoyuan Night Market, Manager Yu, a mature and intellectual middle-aged woman.

As the organizer, Yu Hong made a complete loss in the first three months to gain publicity. She finally invited a local gourmet to appreciate the food and increase the traffic to the night market.

But I didn’t expect that the old man was unwilling to eat a single bite of the food at the night market.

And this stubborn old man was not willing to take money to say nice things.

This gave her even more headaches.

"Mr. Wang, please try this. It's lighter." She picked up a snack at random and stuffed a thick red envelope at the bottom.

Wang Yongli folded his hands across his chest, unmoved.

"I'm almost dead, so I just want to tell you the truth. What tastes good is good, and what tastes bad is bad. Mr. Yu, don't bother. Is there anything else worth showing off at this night market?"

Yu Hong could only say: "Please wait a moment. I'll ask Xiao Song to buy it."

Mr. Wang handed the snack to her and said, "Mr. Yu, you are young, so eat more. We can't waste food."

Yu Hong picked up a portion of grilled cold noodles and started eating. She knew very well that if she herself didn't want to eat it, how could she let the old man eat it?
But the taste of this grilled cold noodles is really nothing special. At this time, Wang Yongli continued to say:

“There are three things I won’t eat from the night market.”

"First, I don't eat meat, because I am kind and all living things have spirits, so I can't bear to eat them."

"Second, I don't eat vegetarian food, because they are kind, plants and trees provide nourishment for all things in the world, and at the end of the day they let me eat them, what virtue do I have?"

"Third, I won't eat anything from the stalls. I can't digest it with my body."

Yu Hong listened and frowned. Why should I bother with you?

She already regretted inviting this outspoken old man. If she had known earlier, she would have called in some people who were paid to do the job. That would have been much more convenient.

She is still very ambitious.

At this time, MVP's car door slowly opened.

Xiao Song stuck his head in from outside the car and said, "Boss Yu, I bought some more barbecue."

Mr. Yu said sarcastically, "Let's eat it ourselves. The old man doesn't eat meat or vegetables, and he certainly won't eat the food at our stall."

Although Xiao Song knew what Mr. Yu meant, he was very happy in his heart.

At this time, he actually opened the paper bag and planned to eat it to his heart's content first.

"Then I won't disturb you."

The car door closed slowly.

Mr. Yu was just about to ask the driver to take Mr. Wang back, but he didn't expect the old man to move towards him.

Yu Hong dodged to the side anxiously.

You frivolous old thing, do you still have ideas at this age?
But what Mr. Wang shouted was - "Grilled skewers, bring those grilled skewers over here."

Mr. Yu blushed, and quickly pressed the button and shouted to Xiao Song outside the car:
"Xiao Song, bring the skewers over here."

Xiao Song was about to eat heartily at this time, but when Mr. Yu called out to him, he stopped in time and reluctantly handed the skewers in.

Mr. Yu pushed the other snacks aside and placed the skewers in front of the old man.

She asked tentatively, "Grandpa, is this okay?"

Wang Yongli didn't say anything, but silently opened the paper bag.

The skewers are still steaming at this time, and the surface is golden and slightly charred. Under the taste of the ingredients themselves and the taste of the seasoning, there is a faint aroma of fruit charcoal.

The old man smelled it and said lightly:
“It’s worth a try.”

After saying that, he picked up a skewer of mutton and put it in his mouth.

He closed his eyes and savored it.

Feel the tender taste of the lamb and the seasoning complement each other.

In a trance, he seemed to be on the Hulunbuir grassland.

On the endless green field, a cute white little lamb was slowly running towards him.

The old gourmet with a discerning taste is giving full play to his imagination at this time.

He quickly came up with many adjectives to describe the lamb skewers in his mouth, but when the aroma of the lamb itself bloomed in his mouth.

He only uttered two words slowly, "Authentic."

Wang Yongli's eyes lit up as soon as he took a bite.

As a foodie, he has naturally eaten a lot of skewers, but what really impressed him was the freshness of the ingredients, the exquisite cooking techniques, and the taste of the ingredients themselves.

Only the word "authentic" can describe the old taste in his memory.

"Let me try this vegetable roll again."

"Let me try this beef again."

Yu Hong watched the old man put skewers into his mouth one after another, his mouth full of oil.

I couldn't help but think secretly:

Is this the three things you shouldn’t eat?

Don’t eat meat, don’t eat vegetarian food, don’t eat street food?

You are really something, old man.

She also held the skewer in her hand and looked at the old man in front of her with hostility - leave some for me.

Only Xiao Song was waiting outside the car, looking miserable. "I queued up so hard to buy these. Don't you guys want to eat them?"

(End of this chapter)