Food: How come this boss knows everything?

Chapter 8: Does what you bake taste terrible?

The line in front of the barbecue stall slowly moved forward.

After buying the skewers, the diners couldn't wait to take a bite, and then left satisfied.

Lao Yang, who was selling fried skewers in the queue, joined the crowd with a skeptical attitude.

From the initial suspicion, under the influence of the aroma of the skewers, it slowly turned into anticipation.

I see more and more people behind me and fewer and fewer people in front of me.

My mood also became more comfortable.

Can it really be that delicious?

I have to try it later.

At this time, Li Rui, who was busy in front of the oven, turned his head and looked at the remaining skewers.

There were only a dozen or so skewers of meat left, and not many vegetables left either.

However, the number of customers queuing in front of me showed no sign of decreasing.

He had to remind the customers behind him:
"There are fifteen skewers of lamb, six vegetable rolls, and five enoki mushrooms left."

As soon as these words were spoken, the first people to react were the ones in the front row.

"Three skewers of lamb"

"Four skewers of lamb, two vegetable rolls, and two enoki mushrooms"

"Two skewers of lamb"

Although Lao Yang, who sells fried skewers, was sitting at the front of the line, he spoke a little late due to his reservedness as a colleague.

"Give me two skewers of mutton to try."

At this time, Li Rui was putting the skewers ordered by the previous customers into the oven. He counted the number and had to shout again:

"Today's skewers are sold out. Please come back tomorrow."

All kinds of disappointed voices were heard from the crowd.

"Oh, why are they sold out?"

"This is a night market. It's only what time. Why are they not selling it anymore?"

"Wow, this boss has a lot of personality. He stops working as soon as he sells out."

The last girl who bought four skewers of lamb was secretly delighted. She whispered to her boyfriend beside her: "Luckily I was counting how much the people in front of me bought."

Old Yang, who was cooking fried skewers, didn't feel so comfortable.

If he had spoken earlier, perhaps he could have gotten a couple of skewers from the customer in front of him.

But because of his face, Old Yang did not do so.

The emotions went up and down like a roller coaster, and finally ended with resentment in my heart.

Tsk, it’s just lamb skewers, but you act like no one has ever eaten it before.

Still doing limited edition?
This is hunger marketing.

Yes, it must be marketing, creating the illusion of queues to attract customers.

His nose smelled the aroma of roast meat

Although he couldn't control the saliva from the corners of his mouth after waiting for a long time, he still forced himself to walk towards his stall.

The remaining people were not able to buy the skewers and were unwilling to give up, so they asked the stall owner.

Li Rui could only answer:

"Tomorrow, everyone. I'll be here at five."

Wait until the customers in the queue disperse one by one, and those who have ordered the skewers will get their own skewers.

Li Rui secretly took out the lamb skewers he had hidden away.

His mission was accomplished, 562/500, and now these were his rations.

Who doesn’t know that freshly baked food tastes better?

Zhang Xiaochen and his colleagues, two criminal police officers disguised as "Veterans BBQ", were searching for suspicious targets in the crowd at Li Rui's stall under the pretext of learning the craft.

They were still regretting not ordering a few skewers in advance, but when they saw Li Rui taking out the hidden goods, they hurried to the oven together.

"Boss, give us some."

Li Rui looked at their ill intentions and quickly reached out his hand, tightly grasping the five skewers of mutton.

"Hey, hey, hey, this is my dinner, don't you want to be paid?"

"Why don't we buy it?"

Seeing the two begging desperately, Li Rui thought that although they were learning a skill at this stall, they would be busy for a while.

His heart softened and he said:
"Forget it, I'll give you two skewers." "Thank you, boss."

Zhang Xiaochen and his companion had been working for a long time, smelling the food and finally getting the food they loved, with great excitement on their faces.

They helped Li Rui pack up the stall, put on the barbecue stove, and then started to enjoy the food.

It's really different.

What is that you bake yourself?

It's true that everyone has their own expertise. I have to admit that.

No wonder there are so many people lining up.

Zhang Xiaochen took a bite of three pieces, exactly two lean and one fat.

The mutton is chewy and full of meaty aroma, with delicate fat and juicy meat.

The distinct taste soothes the teeth, tongue and every skin in the mouth.

The perfect seasoning does not cover up the taste of the mutton itself, and the spicy secret roast sauce can penetrate the mutton without overpowering it.

Grilling with fruit charcoal has a lighter charcoal grilling aroma than the electric grill used by lazy veterans.

This is real barbecue.

The memory of deliciousness engraved in the DNA suddenly began to attack this barbecue veteran. Zhang Xiaochen slurped and finished the whole skewer in just a few bites.

I just feel like one string isn't enough.

He looked up and saw that his colleague on the other side was also enjoying his meal.

The mutton skewers tasted so delicious that the two couldn't help but ask: "Boss, do you have any secret recipe? The mutton tastes so tender."

What he meant was that he wanted to see if Li Rui added anything like tenderizing meat powder.

Li Rui chewed the skewers in his mouth, and didn't seem to understand what they were asking. He just replied indifferently:

“This is how it should be made if you use fresh lamb.”

The two veterans were somewhat helpless in grilling, as they used thawed mutton. From grilling techniques to raw materials, theirs was not as good as Li Rui's stall. No wonder there was no one in their shop.

Zhang Xiaochen and the other person watched Li Rui pack up his stall and leave on his electric tricycle, so there was naturally no need for them to stay here.

They walked through the night market and returned to the store in silence.

Captain Wu sat at the door, checking the crowd from time to time, waiting for them to report.

"How is it, did you see anyone suspicious today?"

They both shook their heads.

Captain Wu sighed and continued, "The other teams didn't find anything either, and the people we planted in the community didn't gain anything either."

"Where is this guy hiding?"

The three people felt that they would return empty-handed again this time.

At this time, without the influence of Li Rui's stall, some customers also came to the Veteran BBQ to have a bite to eat.

Captain Wu ordered, "Come on, it's finally time to do some work."

Then he walked out the door.

Zhang Xiaochen stopped Wu Gang and said, "Boss, let me do it. I learned a few tricks from that stall today."

Wu Gang asked with interest: "Is he so powerful?"

Zhang Xiaochen nodded, "His grilled skewers are pretty good."

Wu Gang seemed to have remembered something. He frowned and said, "I asked you to bring me two skewers to try. Where are the skewers?"

At the same time, the citizen hotline switchboard.

A quick ring rang, and the staff quickly answered the phone:

"Hello, this is the Jianghai Citizen Hotline. My work number is 9527. How can I help you?"

The person on the other end of the phone: "Hey, hello, I live in Taoyuan Community. We have a night market here. There is a strange smell at night. Can you please deal with it?"

"Okay, ma'am. The problem you're reporting is that there's a peculiar smell at night in the night market near Taoyuan Community, is that correct?"

"right"

"Okay, would you like to use your real name or remain anonymous?"

"What's the difference?"

"If you use your real name, the relevant department will contact you."

"Okay, then I'll give you my real name. My last name is Zheng and my home is in XXX."

(End of this chapter)