Shen Ming is a traffic officer.

Recently, the Red Mountain Forest Zoo has been too crowded, so he was reassigned here to manage the traffic and prevent any accidents from happening.

Fortunately, people generally have high standards. Even though there are indeed more visitors, it still appears to be quite orderly.

Well, except for that food cart that looks quite expensive.

Like facing a formidable foe!

This crowd is way too big!

Your lineup is even longer than the one at the zoo next door!

But considering that it’s the ultimate outdoor food boss, it’s understandable. However, you really have to pay extra attention to the order of things.

"Hmm?"

Shen Ming couldn’t help but take a sniff. Just now, he felt a peculiar sour aroma wafting into his nose.

That sniff was no small matter; the rich, tangy aroma that filled his nose was truly life-taking!

Shen Ming found it seriously hard to describe that scent. If he had to, he’d say it was like a large excavator clawing at his stomach, hollowing it out completely.

Shen Ming clutched his stomach, and although he had eaten some tofu pudding and fried dough sticks that morning, it had barely been an hour, so how could he be hungry again?

Unable to resist, he inhaled again, feeling as if his stomach might start to spasm.

But that second sniff allowed him to recognize the secret.

The flavor of the meat was manageable; after all, eating meat in the morning could be a bit greasy. But the sour aroma was truly irresistible!

That fresh, tangy scent was like a mountain cutter, forcing his just-filled stomach to hunger again through sheer force.

If he weren’t on duty, he’d definitely have gone to buy some to try!

But because he was on duty, he could only watch longingly as the customers bought food.

However, no customer had yet bought the sour plum duck, as the duck legs were still bathing in the pot.

At this moment, Wang Fan had turned up the heat, allowing the flames to joyfully lick the bottom of the pot while the broth inside gradually reduced.

The iron ladle in his hand was continuously scooping out broth from the pot and gently drizzling it over the plump duck legs.

The initially fair skin of the duck legs was first seared to a golden brown, then dyed a rich red by the sauce. The shiny glaze glistening on the duck legs was simply irresistible.

"Boss Wang, hurry up. I’ve been waiting for half an hour, and I can no longer feel my stomach. It might have already left home."

A twenty-something college student at the front of the line couldn’t help but lament.

Wang Fan was amused by his humorous comment and cleared his throat, saying, "Just a little longer, it’s almost ready."

The broth in the pot was becoming thicker, with large bubbles continuously rolling. Each duck leg had reached the peak of its duck life, clearly fully cooked.

Cheng Yang couldn’t help but lick his lips.

He was already envisioning himself taking big bites of the duck leg, imagining it would be incredibly satisfying!

Wang Fan also thought the duck legs were done, so he scooped them out and placed them on a 316 stainless steel tray.

Once the duck legs were out of the pot and away from the exhaust hood, the rich aroma of duck meat began to waft steadily toward the crowd.

The intense aroma of plum combined with the rich duck flavor prompted more stomachs to choose to leave home.

Some unwilling stomachs had already leaped to the throat, eagerly waiting to snatch it at the moment it entered the mouth.

"Damn! Who’s casting a magic attack?"

"I’m wearing a mask, yet this aroma still manages to seep through. The mask told me it can only defend against harmful gases, but this harmless scent... there’s no defense."

"This sour smell is utterly overpowering! I feel as if I’ve been starving for thirty years, and my stomach is telling me if it doesn’t get this duck leg, it’s going to die."

"The rich flavor of the meat combined with the fresh, tangy aroma of the fruit is indeed killer."

"But, speaking of which, the duck is plated yet Boss Wang hasn’t started selling it. Why?"

"Exactly, I’ve waited for ages."

Cheng Yang eagerly waited for Wang Fan to chop the duck leg and hand it over but noticed that Wang Fan had already washed the pot and poured oil again!

What’s happening?!

Shouldn’t he sell to us first before starting the next batch?!

"Boss Wang, I think you should sell me a portion first before starting the next batch. I’m so hungry I could faint."

Wang Fan explained, "I’m not stewing the next batch before selling this one. The dish tastes better when it cools down; the duck meat becomes firmer and more flavorful."

Cheng Yang was almost in tears: "My dear Brother Wang, don’t you know how agonizing it is to stare longingly at this duck that’s almost in my mouth? Watching without eating is the world’s greatest pain!"

Wang Fan still shook his head: "Nope, eating it now isn’t as tasty."

"The world is not perfect; consuming the most perfect thing will incur the envy of the heavens!"

"No, I don’t produce subpar products."

"Brother Wang, for heaven’s sake, I’m about to starve."

"I have some buns here; maybe you can use them as a stopgap?"

Cheng Yang really wanted to howl at the sky to release his pent-up frustration.

How can someone be so stubborn?!

Why not sell it quickly and make money faster?

All this waiting is just delaying your earnings, you know!

Sure, Wang Fan likes money, but even more, he insists on ensuring that his culinary creations achieve their absolute best state before reaching others’ mouths!

Tasting samples don’t count.

Cheng Yang watched as a fair, slender hand used tongs to snatch a duck leg from the tray.

He immediately pointed at Zhuo Qianqian and shouted, "Boss Wang, the lady boss is stealing a taste! And she’s eating before it’s cooled!"

Zhuo Qianqian ducked behind Wang Fan with a start, and from the rustling sounds, it was clear she was thoroughly enjoying what she was eating.

Wang Fan shook his head and said, "She’s not stealing; she’s just helping me taste-test for seasoning."

No sooner had he spoken than Zhuo Qianqian’s muffled voice announced, "Indeed, the flavor is perfect, with a sublime blend of sour, sweet, and savory!"

Cheng Yang was upset.

He hadn’t even had the chance to taste his duck leg before getting a mouthful of romantic public display.

It was absolutely infuriating!

While Wang Fan talked, he had already placed the duck legs of the second batch into the pot, and finally, the temperature of the first batch had reduced slightly.

He placed his hand above the duck leg, and only when he felt no heat rising did he take a leg, place it on the chopping board, and with a few quick chops of "duang duang duang," divided it into small pieces.

At this point, after cooling, the duck skin had developed some wrinkles, making it seem even more flavorful.

Cheng Yang was finally delighted.

Though the public display of affection didn’t satisfy his cravings, the duck certainly promised to.

Once the duck leg was chopped, Wang Fan took a ladleful of the thick broth he’d just prepared and drizzled it evenly over the cut duck leg.

The glaze from the broth added a rich sheen, making the already enticing duck leg even more beautiful to the diners.