indianbanksassociation Chapter 146 Meat Fry
Chapter 146 Meat Fry
"beep--"
The phone hangs up.
Chen Yuan really didn't want to continue getting entangled with his ex-wife over such trivial matters.
After hanging up the phone, he continued taking inventory.
We need to increase the amount of meat we make, because tomorrow we're going to make his favorite dish—meat buns!
Four o'clock.
It was still dark.
After the people in line saw Chen Yuan enter the house.
A few minutes later, they took down the signboard at the entrance.
A few minutes later, the sign was put back up.
There's an extra line of text above.
"Pure meat bun, 5 yuan each."
The characters were written by Chen Yuan himself, with bold and powerful strokes that exuded a crisp and decisive spirit.
The news spread like wildfire, quickly moving from front to back along the long queue.
The team, which had been somewhat drowsy, instantly perked up.
They whispered amongst themselves, their voices brimming with barely suppressed excitement.
"Holy crap, why did they suddenly release a new product!"
"Am I that lucky today? So lucky, so lucky! I'm going to buy a lottery ticket later!"
"Five yuan each? I wonder how thick the meat is. If there's a lot of meat, that would be such a great deal."
"I never expected they'd have meat-filled buns! I haven't had them in years. I wonder what they taste like!"
"Hurry up, hurry up, start selling now, I'm starving!"
The front of the line.
There is a food blogger with millions of followers who flew in from another province – "An Zhe".
He was the most excited of all.
He originally came here just for the legendary fresh meat buns, calming millet porridge, and various soy milks.
My eyes lit up the moment I saw the newly hung sign and price list.
He glanced down at his itinerary, then immediately lowered his voice and openly expressed his relief to the camera.
"Family members, I never thought I'd hit the jackpot this time."
"This breakfast shop launched a new meat-filled bun today, and I was lucky enough to be among the first to try it!"
"Now I'll show you the price list."
As he spoke, he pointed the camera at the handwritten sign, his tone full of excitement.
"Five yuan each, and it's not even a limited edition."
"If the meat used in their meat-filled flatbreads and steamed buns is all high-quality, then the price is really not expensive!"
"The meat buns downstairs from my house have gone up to 5 yuan."
Chen Yuan heard An Zhe's voice.
He looked up and aimed precisely at the camera, then smiled.
"I'm making meat fritters right now. Can you see me clearly from over there? Why don't you get a little closer to take the picture?"
"May I?"
"Of course, if you don't mind the heat, you can stand to the side; it'll be good publicity for me too."
How could An Zhe possibly have a reason to refuse?
He couldn't wait to get closer, even closer.
As the camera zoomed in, the comments section became active.
[Wrong shot, wrong shot! Why are you so close to the pot? You should be pressing your face against the boss's!]
[The gluttonous girl automatically transforms into Big Yellow Girl when she sees the boss.]
Meat bun, meat bun, meat bun.
This meat looks incredibly fresh; it must be handmade and freshly prepared, it's sure to be amazing.
When I have money, I'll definitely buy a phone that can smell things.
A meat sandwich that costs 5 yuan, while the meat sandwiches sold downstairs from my house, which are small and don't even have much meat, cost 6 yuan.
An Zhe adjusted his angle and posture, and gave Chen Yuan an OK sign.
"Alright, boss, you can start now."
Chen Yuan rolled up his sleeves, picked up the bowl of minced meat, and stood in front of the thick-bottomed cast iron griddle that the system had refreshed.
He first divided the fully risen dough into even portions and rolled them into round cakes that were thicker in the middle and thinner at the edges.
then.
A large spoonful of freshly seasoned minced meat with a 3:7 ratio of lean to fat is placed in the center of the dough. Then, a pinch of freshly roasted Sichuan peppercorn powder, chopped scallions, and a secret five-spice powder are sprinkled on top.
When closing the mouthpiece, his thumb and forefinger worked in perfect coordination.
First, pinch the edges of the dough to create fine pleats, then gently flatten it in your palm. The movements are fluid and graceful, a sight to behold.
Even An Zhe, who was used to seeing this kind of scene, couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
"Boss, I didn't expect you to be so efficient and skilled, even though you look so young."
Chen Yuan didn't speak, but focused on the task at hand.
After the dough is shaped, it is immediately placed on a slightly hot griddle.
A "sizzle" sound was heard.
The dough tightened instantly.
Chen Yuan did 10 in a row.
Then gently shovel with a long-handled iron shovel, and with the other hand pick up an oil brush, dip it in clear peanut oil, and apply a thin layer to the surface.
As the heat intensifies, the crust gradually changes from white to golden yellow.
At the same time, a powerful yet rich meaty aroma gradually intensified.
This aroma awakens people's hungry stomachs in the morning.
An Zhe took a deep breath.
That's the aroma of wheat produced by the rapid caramelization of the dough at high temperatures, mixed with the unique fragrance of pork fat being rendered out.
In addition, there's the spiciness of Sichuan peppercorns and the freshness of scallions.
It also has the rich flavor of homemade five-spice powder.
Under the catalysis of high temperature, the layers overlap and blend together, eventually merging into an unforgettable crispy aroma.
The aroma, like an invisible hook, reached into people's stomachs.
The edges of the meat pie gradually turn a golden sheen with oil, then fine bubbles rise to the surface as it is turned with a spatula. When it falls, it makes a crisp "crunch, crunch" sound.
An Zhe didn't know what others thought.
But he knew that his saliva was already flowing uncontrollably.
"Holy crap, everyone, this smells amazing! I can't even describe it to you. You'd better try it for yourselves."
Wow, is it really that amazing?
For some reason, this sounds like something out of a script.
【We're watching your videos precisely because we can't go right now. If we could go, why would we be watching them!】
Damn it, when does the holiday start?!
Just watching the sizzling sound of oil frying in the video makes it look incredibly delicious.
Not only An Zhe, but also behind him, there were sounds of swallowing.
The old man in first place subconsciously leaned forward, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Several students who were previously looking down at their phones had somehow put their screens away and were staring intently at the gradually puffing dough.
Not only them, but even Old Li, the security guard maintaining order nearby, couldn't help but sniff and swallow.
"Wow, what's that smell? It smells so good, it's making my mouth water! My wife's off work tomorrow, should I ask her to buy a few too?"
Some of the more outspoken ones simply asked directly.
"Boss, this sesame seed cake has so much meat on it, and you're only selling it for 5 yuan? You're really not losing money, are you?"