Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Chapter 461 - 459: Soul Juice Ignites the Streets of Paris

"My dear friends, guess what I’m holding in my hands? These are called tanghulu, a delicacy from Huaxia."

Edward held four small skewers of tanghulu in his hand, showing off to his friends through a video on his phone.

Elsewhere, the same thing was happening; almost everyone who bought one wanted to show off a bit before eating, especially the female customers.

After all, compared to males, female customers care more about appearances.

Whether it’s the good looks of the vendor or the cute looks of this little delicacy, both are enough to make them open their wallets generously, not to mention it’s not very expensive.

"Helena, doesn’t this look pretty in my hand? It’s a mysterious snack from the East, made by a very handsome Eastern guy. I just want to keep it as a treasure."

"The vendor said this should be eaten quickly, as the sugar will melt if left too long, and the fruit inside will spoil."

"Well, that’s really a shame."

Helena loves eating raspberries; she usually eats them raw, adds them to cakes, or mixes them with yogurt.

Through the crystal-clear sugar coating, the tender red raspberries look even cuter and smaller, with the crunchy sugar coating combined with the soft raspberries, the sweet and sour taste blending with the fresh raspberries, making her feel unstoppable while eating.

One, two, three, she was exceptionally intoxicated by the crispy and sweet taste.

But when she reached for the fourth one, she found only the bamboo skewer left in her hand.

"Did I really finish it so quickly? No way, I must go and buy a few more skewers."

"I’m going too, these grape tanghulu seem tailor-made for me, they’re so delicious."

Just like that, the queue, which was already long, grew even longer with the addition of these repeat customers, among whom were a few hidden police officers. They wanted to take this cute little thing back for their little princesses, who would surely be very happy.

Hmm, not wanting to be unfair, the old baby needs to buy a skewer too.

Making rock sugar tanghulu was very quick; skewering didn’t require his attention, he just needed to coat the skewered fruit in sugar, a task that Qin Lu, feeling short-handed, had even accepted to help out with as a salesperson.

Wang Fan estimated the time in his heart, thinking it was almost enough and stopped his work. By this time, there were hardly any fruits left, so Wang Fan said to Gu Zhengchao, "You guys can play with what’s left. I’m going to make spicy strips."

Upon hearing the words "spicy strips," Gu Zhengchao’s eyes immediately lit up, and he quickly responded, "Okay."

The dough balls in the basin had been resting for an hour.

He lifted the lid, poured clear water inside, washed his hands, and started kneading the dough.

This bizarre behavior confused both foreigners and the students. Who washes and rinses flour with water at home? Wouldn’t they wash it until there’s nothing left?

Although many had eaten wheat gluten, few had seen how it was made.

The dough became smaller after rinsing with water, and the clear water turned white from the flour.

Wang Fan poured the water from the basin into another basin, added water again, and continued rinsing the dough.

After several rinses, the once smooth dough looked cracked like acacia bark, which is the wheat gluten he needed.

The water used to rinse the flour wasn’t wasted either; it was used to make cold noodles.

After setting it aside for a while, Wang Fan took a handful of chopsticks, and sliced the wheat gluten on the board into many small strips.

Picking up a small strip and a chopstick, he rolled it from the tip to the end of the chopstick, completing the wheat gluten needed for a spicy strip.

This rolling was very quick, and in a short while, he had rolled out a large basinful.

He boiled them for three minutes in a pot of boiling water, fished them out, and placed them directly in ice water to cool. As they cooled, he slid the wheat gluten strips off the chopsticks.

After all the wheat gluten was removed and set aside to dry, the warm weather and occasional breeze quickly dried off the water on the wheat gluten.

The pan was heated with oil, and prepared spices were poured into the hot oil, releasing an aroma that seemed eager to drift miles away on the wind.

Westerners usually used less oil, so they found his method of using a large pot of oil somewhat hard to accept.

Edward had initially begun to frown, thinking the pot seemed too greasy.

He was initially going to step aside and enjoy his tanghulu, but the strong aroma of spices mixed with vegetables rooted him in place, unable to move.

Wang Fan poured clear water into the pot, and surprisingly, the oil didn’t splatter. Once the spices were deep-fried to a golden brown, he fished them all out.

Then, one bag after another of seasonings was taken from under the table.

Edward felt that this young owner, with his food cart seemingly like Doraemon’s pocket, was taking out endless things from it, each seemingly incredibly delicious.

Despite knowing this next item would be extremely greasy, he felt a growing curiosity.

"Sizzle..."

Once the oil pan was reduced to a low heat, a bag of white sesame seeds was poured in. The intense fragrance of heated sesame seeds seemed to drill into the brain.

Thirteen spices, coarse chili powder, cumin powder, Sichuan pepper powder were added, stirred and the fire was turned off, then fine chili powder, salt, sugar, oyster sauce, and a dash of vinegar—all combined to complete the Soul Juice.

He waved his hand, wafting the scent from above the oil pan towards himself. The spicy, nose-tingling aroma of the chilies, suppressed by the other spices, became exceptionally tame.

A smile played on his lips as he looked at the amazed foreigners, and Wang Fan couldn’t help but laugh inwardly.

Today, let’s use these spicy snacks from Huaxia to spice up the streets of Paris!

The dried wheat gluten strips were collected in a large basin, and the freshly made Soul Juice was lifted.

"Pour it on!"

The bright red chili spice oil poured down like a small waterfall, instantly dyeing the wheat gluten in the basin a vibrant red, as if cloaking them in a grand garment.

White sesame dotted the wheat gluten, adding a unique touch of color to the snack.

The rich aroma of chili spice oil filled the air, stimulating people’s senses, making Gu Zhengchao and the others’ mouths water uncontrollably.

Looking into the basin, apart from the soaking in oil, it resembled the spicy strips from memory almost perfectly!

"Here comes my spicy strip, my source of happiness!"

"There’s nothing a spicy strip can’t solve. If there is, just eat two!"

The students, looking forward to the taste of childhood, stayed; even the foreigners who disliked greasy foods hadn’t left. Their faces filled with curiosity, much like elementary students seeing spicy strips for the first time.

Seeing their expressions, Wang Fan chuckled to himself, Welcome to the addiction, starting today!