Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 369 - 370: Braised Prawns and Business Opportunities
"No way, I need another one."
Just as he finished speaking, Brother Gang abandoned his chopsticks and directly grabbed a salt and pepper shrimp with his hand, stuffing it into his mouth. He greedily licked the salt from his fingers.
The rich burnt aroma of salt and pepper shrimp was already incredibly tempting, and coupled with perfectly cooked fried shrimp, it was simply irresistible.
Brother Gang didn’t have time to interact with people in the livestream. He felt like his stomach was a bottomless pit, no matter how many shrimps he filled it with, he couldn’t feel full. The crispy shrimp shells didn’t need peeling, each bite was crunchy.
He truly exemplified what it means to make others feel tantalized even across the screen; many were already silently swallowing around the camera.
Next time, if Boss Wang happens to refresh in their city... no, even if it’s within the same province, they’ve just got to try how delicious it is!
"Clang..."
Brother Gang’s fingers tapped the bottom of the food box. He looked inside and found that the one kilo of shrimps was already devoured.
Licking his lips, not only didn’t he feel full, but rather hungrier.
He turned his gaze towards the pot of oil braised shrimps.
After all, an adult’s world doesn’t require choosing among options; he wanted all three flavors plus beef balls!
For a moment, Wang Fan felt like a little lamb surrounded by wolves waiting to be slaughtered.
But he wasn’t afraid at all, behind him were a total of 40 acres of shrimp pools, with 1000 kilos per acre; can 40,000 kilos of shrimps not satisfy these old wolves?
White prawns spread evenly at the bottom of the big pot. Wang Fan gently pressed each shrimp head with a metal spoon in his hand, and the oil temperature made quite a bit of shrimp oil squeeze out with his light press.
While pressing the shrimp heads, his other hand gently shook the large pot, leaving Mr. Zhuo very satisfied.
This pot isn’t like the small ones used at home, each one weighs at least ten kilos, and coupled with the oil and shrimp meat inside, there’s easily thirty or forty kilos.
Being able to single-handedly manipulate such weighty iron pots to rotate certainly proves this guy has some strength.
A real man, being the head and backbone of the family, how can he manage without some strength?
"Hiss..."
Mr. Zhuo couldn’t help but take in a deep breath, as Wang Fan, taking advantage of the shrimps not paying attention in the pot, flipped the contents over with a pan toss.
Can forty or fifty kilos of the pot be tossed?
Not to mention Mr. Zhuo, even Brother Gang was a bit dumbfounded.
Wang Fan wasn’t showing off, purely doing so to allow the shrimp meat to cook more evenly; as for power, he certainly had it, but the pan toss involved more skill than force.
Yellow wine, salt, sugar for seasoning. After reopening the lid, he covered the pot, adjusted the flame to low.
The braising method avoids uncovering midway, which drastically affects the finished product’s taste. Wang Fan naturally wouldn’t make this mistake.
The aroma seeping from the edges of the lid let him perfectly judge the shrimp’s progress inside.
After about three minutes, with the lid lifted, an overwhelmingly fresh shrimp aroma flooded the courtyard.
With just this small aromatic note, those who feared they couldn’t finish and didn’t buy oil braised shrimps immediately regretted, beating their chests.
They thought they’d order two kilos for sure the next time it’s counted.
Those who bought were naturally ecstatic; just the aroma alone felt worth the ticket price, never mind eating.
Wang Fan placed the shrimps into the basin while the shrimp oil remained in the pot; Zhuo Qianqian started weighing, and Wang Fan continued simmering the shrimp oil.
Under the effect of sugar, the shrimp oil reduced further, small bubbles started emerging, and the color gradually changed to a reddish hue.
Wang Fan stopped heating, and Zhuo Qianqian poured a ladle of the sauce over the weighed shrimp meat.
With the ladle of sauce, the originally already glossy white shrimps seemed to upgrade several levels, practically shining in the sunlight.
Can anyone resist this visual and aromatic appeal?
In an instant, truly in just a moment, the somewhat scattered crowd reformed into queues again, each staring like hungry wolves at those shrimps.
For sure, the happiest today was Mr. Zhuo.
Seeing so many people love the shrimps he raised felt sweeter than honey.
However, the oil braised shrimps tasted so delicious yesterday they made him feel they compared favorably to beef and lamb which he was used to.
Licking his lips, he even considered grabbing a share to eat.
Nonetheless, he didn’t move ultimately; competing with the customers for them was pointless. Should he desire to eat, won’t that lad immediately prepare it?
Humph.
With an air of pride, Mr. Zhuo turned towards the shrimp pool, seeing people gradually coming in at the doorway, he prepared to fetch some more shrimps out.
Brother Gang carried his shrimp-filled food box out of the line, ready to find learners to eat with, only to spot at an inconspicuous corner, a fellow sat on the ground drinking beer and eating shrimp, his loneliness starkly contrasting with others.
Curious, Brother Gang stepped towards him.
"Bro, why drinking alone here? Don’t you feel bored?"
Zhang Jun placed down the beer bottle, looking up at a guy whose arm was bigger than his head.
Zhang Jun smiled: "I just paid off my foreign debt, celebrating a bit alone."
Brother Gang joined at a side: "Celebration should be with friends and family; being alone is dull, with no one to share the joy."
Zhang Jun bitterly smiled: "During bankruptcy, wife and friends left, alone now is decent too."
Brother Gang felt like slapping his own face; how did comforting turn into digging up emotional scars?
"No problem, bro; isn’t the past is past? It’ll get better, here’s to one."
With someone drinking with him, Zhang Jun clearly felt happier. Brother Gang merged his oil braised shrimps with Zhang’s salt and pepper shrimps: "Join in for some, this celebration spot you chose is prime. Young Wang’s culinary skills beat those in big restaurants."
Zhang Jun chuckled: "I agree with that. I used to avoid low-end ones, ate no shortage of delicacies, yet never experienced such cost-effective and delicious meals as Boss Wang’s."
Brother Gang curiously asked: "What business did you do before?"
"Logistics, then fell under capital forces, now make a living through food delivery and driving."
"This seafood farm belongs to Young Wang’s partner’s family, seems these shrimps didn’t find ideal buyers, pushing business here for consumer leverage. I think you might discuss cooperation with Young Wang, bro."
Brother Gang understood people well and grasped insights; this season was an optimal window for seafood market entry. Continuing farming not only increased feeding costs but wouldn’t enhance seafood size.
At such a critical juncture, with ample surplus, it was undoubtedly unsold.
Experiencing the shrimps just now assured Brother Gang they’d be profitable as long as pricing was right, and even casually learning a recipe from Young Wang would guarantee sales.
Whether dealing logistics or turning acquisition and sales, they’d outshine food delivery and driving.
Zhang Jun was stunned; celebrating here might spark a business opportunity?
Boss Wang was undoubtedly trustworthy, commanding top-tier recognition in the web influencer realm, how few were praised officially?
If what this big guy suggested was true, it might well be sound business.
How about discussing with Boss Wang later?
Brother Gang laughed: "Business later, first eat and drink; if the shrimps get cold, it’ll waste Young Wang’s craftsmanship."
