Food: How come this boss knows everything?

Chapter 79 Boss, there's a fight going on

"Stab~"

Li Rui flattened the plump white glutinous rice dough with his hands, and bubbles appeared as soon as it was put into the oil pan.

These bubbles caused by the evaporation of moisture inside the fried cake quickly create a crispy, porous and fluffy crust on the surface of the fried cake.

Then, a mixture of soybean oil, peanut oil and sesame oil is added to the hot oil.

Its unique aroma permeates every crevice of the crispy shell of the fried cake.

High carb, high fat.

It is the nightmare of every person who wants to lose weight, but at the same time it satisfies the food-loving nature of most people.

Sometimes you can't have both delicious food and beautiful beauty.

Li Rui used a pair of long chopsticks to turn over the floating fried cake.

Next to the oil pan, there was a metal bucket half a person's height.

There is also fragrance in here.

The residual heat from the iron oven continues to bake the surface of the sweet potatoes.

The sticky golden molasses slowly precipitates from the skin and finally solidifies on the slightly broken edges of the sweet potato, giving off a hint of caramel aroma.

"Boss, I want a roasted sweet potato, pick a smaller one."

Li Rui opened the stove lid and took out the sweet potato.

"See, does this work?"

"It's really well baked. This is it."

The customers in front of him hadn’t seen roasted sweet potatoes with a slightly crackled skin and sweet as honey for a long time.

When choosing baked sweet potatoes, you should not only pay attention to the variety of sweet potatoes, but also leave enough time when baking to allow the starch to saccharify.

The sweet potatoes baked in this way can achieve the effect of being juicy on the outside and sweet on the inside.

Li Rui weighed the sweet potatoes and then reminded:

"Be careful when eating it because it's hot."

"thank you boss."

The customer took the sweet potato, blew on it a few times, and then started eating it in small bites with a spoon.

The sweet and soft taste comforted her tired body and mind after her "special forces"-style travel.

While frying fried cakes, Li Rui would serve sour plum soup, roasted sweet potatoes and small cakes to customers from time to time.

Also started to get busy.

Not long after, a couple from another place came here again.

They came to Jianghai for tourism and had originally planned to leave Jianghai by high-speed rail this afternoon.

But when I was waiting for the train at the train station,
The wife took a bite of the fried cake and said it was delicious.

So they both agreed to change their high-speed rail tickets and buy a few more to relive the experience.

They came to the dining car and said:
"Boss, let's buy a few more to take back."

Li Rui reminded the couple: "No problem, but it's better to eat the fried cake while it's hot."

"Okay, then we won't bring the child."

Li Rui smiled. The couple really listened to the advice.

While squeezing the dough again, he checked the progress of today's tasks.

Only then did I realize that the rate at which new customers were added today was much faster than in the previous few days.

It’s just past five o’clock and it’s already 182/100.

He thought about it and realized that in addition to tourists from other places, there were also many unfamiliar faces from the local area.

Many people also took photos of their own food trucks.

Li Rui didn't know at this time.

His own food truck has become a little famous on the Internet as a "century-old flavor" and "childhood memory".

Some netizens who are unaware of the truth have fabricated a touching story about "the son following in his father's footsteps and passing on the classics."

But some of the former diners gradually pieced together Li Rui's movements.

#Workers' New Village Snacks# This topic is very lively.

It once became a local hot spot.

"I bought a small paper umbrella cake here today. It tastes just like my childhood." "Haha, I bought the last one."

“This boss used to sell pancakes in our school.”

"I said I've eaten all the delicacies sold by this boss. Does anyone believe me?"

"real or fake?"

The team moved forward slowly.

Soon it was time for Li Rui to close his stall yesterday.

At this time, two old men came almost at the same time from behind the line of snack carts in the Workers' New Village Community Park.

They were still some distance away from the last person in the team.

But the bodies of the two old men were already very close.

It seems like they have a good relationship.

The two old men also started to exchange pleasantries.

Uncle Ma, who was holding a walking stick, spoke first:
"Hey, isn't this Lao Liang? Didn't he go to the square dance?"

"Well, let's go out for a walk in the afternoon." Lao Liang took a big step calmly and moved half of his body in front of Lao Ma.

Lao Ma: "Have you ever tried the fried cakes sold by the young man in front?"

As he spoke, the small walking stick stopped Lao Liang's steps forward. His movements were smooth and natural, as if he was really an old man with a disabled leg using a walking stick to find the way.

Lao Liang just smiled contemptuously at his behavior.

The two men were the same age, graduated from technical college at the same time, entered the Jianghai Shipyard in the same batch, and were assigned to the same team.

Almost from the day we started working, we have been competing with each other for everything around us.

Salary increase, rank, deputy director position, order of housing allocation.

They even fell in love with the girls in the factory.

(Of course, in the end, neither of them succeeded.)

And recently, they were competing for dance partners in the park.

The two of them spent most of their lives competing with each other.

How could Lao Liang not know what his old rival was thinking?

He said calmly: "Hey, it's just a fried cake, everyone seems to have eaten it before." Then he moved forward a bit.

It’s not that Lao Ma has a bad leg.

He just liked to use the cane as a toy and he was quite skilled in using it.

He echoed, "Yes, it's not easy for tourists from other places to come to Jianghai. Why should we two old guys join in the fun?"

Lao Liang raised his legs and strode over the crutch that was blocking his way:
"We are old now, eating this kind of fried food is not good for our health."

There was a crisp sound of "click".
The crutch fell right on the ground in front of Lao Liang.

Lao Ma responded, "Yes, if you eat too much, you won't be able to digest it."

While the two were talking, they had already been pushed to the back of the line, with no room for them to move around.

Lao Liang grabbed the walking stick:
"What do you mean, Ma Xing? Are you really lame?"

Uncle Ma spoke word by word: "I don't mean anything."

As he spoke, he pushed Lao Liang out of the team.

The physical collision between the two old men obviously attracted strange looks from others.

At this time, a little girl in front couldn't help but turn around and ask:

"Two old men, are you all right?"

Lao Liang still maintained his self-cultivation. Although he was pulling the other old man's walking stick, he still said calmly: "It's okay. He doesn't want to queue. I will teach him a lesson."

Of course, Lao Ma refused to admit defeat.

The two of them soon started arguing.

There was a commotion among the crowd.

The customers were whispering to each other, and Li Rui, who was concentrating on frying the cakes, soon noticed it.

"Boss, it seems like there's a fight going on in the back." The customer at the front was just watching the fun, "At their age, I guess no one would dare to stop them."

(End of this chapter)