NIP Chapter 106 Fried Cake
Chapter 106 Fried Cake
Wang Qiang was secretly delighted to find new products right away, but the elderly people in front of him started snapping them up.
"Luckily I arrived early, give me two of everything!"
"I want one too! I want both flavors!"
"It smells amazing! I need some too. Give me two bags; my grandson loves fried dough sticks!"
Grandpa Liu was quick and immediately took out his money.
"I'll have four of these, and a bowl of wontons too. My son and daughter aren't home today, so it'll just be me eating alone. I don't need anything else."
"Okay."
"Xiao Chen, how come your food smells so good? I can never make it taste this good at home."
Chen Yuan immediately picked up two plump, round fried eggs, put them in the bag, and handed them over.
"It's very hot right out of the fryer, be careful, it's hot, and eat slowly."
Grandpa Liu took the bag and a bowl of steaming wontons, then sat down on the small stool next to him and started eating.
The fried cakes were indeed very hot.
After finishing half a bowl of wontons, Grandpa Liu took out the slightly cooled fried cakes.
At this point, the round, plump outer skin had collapsed, but the edges remained crispy.
He took a small bite, and heard a "crack" sound in his mind.
Immediately afterwards, a stream of scalding hot brown sugar syrup flowed out from the opening.
Even after a while, it was still very hot. Grandpa Liu smacked his lips because of the heat, but his eyes lit up instantly, and a very satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Wow! This tastes amazing! It's delicious!"
A student next to me had just taken out a red bean paste one and taken a bite.
"It's so delicious! The red bean paste is ground so finely, and it's not too sweet. There's no skin at all, and it has a wonderful red bean flavor."
"This fried cake is even better than any of the famous old brands I've had before."
"This brown sugar tastes quite authentic to me, and it's quite delicious. The key is that it's not too sweet; I can't eat things that are too sweet."
"I feel like this red bean paste must be homemade, it tastes so good!"
Several elderly men and women sat together eating, praising the food as they ate.
That pure enjoyment of food cannot be faked.
However, there will always be discordant voices.
Wang Qiang sneered at the camera.
"Did you see that, family members? This is the role of a caregiver. Not only do you have to eat, but you also have to praise her. Otherwise, wouldn't all this money be wasted? The boss is really going all out."
"Sister Sweetie, they didn't have fried rice cakes when you came here yesterday, but they've changed them to fried rice cakes today. The script is upgrading pretty quickly."
Wang Qiang leaned closer to Grandpa Liu and shoved the small microphone at him.
"Sir, how much is one of these fried cakes? Did the owner give you a red envelope? The brown sugar filling doesn't look very natural red; is it made with food coloring?"
"And there's this old man, eating fried cakes with wontons, one salty and one sweet, it's quite a strange combination, most people wouldn't eat like that, right?"
Grandpa Liu was enjoying his meal when this sudden, malicious interruption made him so angry that his face turned red instantly.
"What's wrong with you? I'm just having breakfast and you're already questioning me? Who do you think you are? Besides, I like eating fried cakes and wontons, it's none of your business!"
"Oh dear, oh dear, the old man is getting angry."
Wang Qiang took a step back and said to the camera with a grin.
"See that? That's the reaction after being exposed. Why would a normal customer get this worked up when they ask a few questions?"
"However, I'm too embarrassed to say anything else. Everyone has their own opinion."
As expected, the viewers in the live stream were once again swept up in the excitement.
[This old man's acting is pretty good; he blushes so easily. Looks like the boss paid him a lot.]
I can see the molten center of this brown sugar; it looks delicious.
[The script is confirmed. Did someone tip off the boss that Brother Qiang was coming, so he quickly brought out the fried cakes?]
[Brother Qiang has a keen eye; those flashy internet celebrities like Sister Tian should have been exposed long ago.]
[Brother Qiang is so honest; if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to figure out the script.]
Wang Qiang became even more smug upon seeing the comments.
He said to Grandpa Liu, "Grandpa, you still have a fried cake here, can I have one? I want to try it and see what it tastes like."
Upon hearing this, not only Grandpa Liu, but also several people around him frowned and looked at Wang Qiang as if he were a clown.
Unfortunately, Wang Qiang was completely unaware and extended his hand.
Grandpa Liu grabbed the fried cake and dodged to the side.
"Are you out of your mind, young man? Why should I give you some? If you want some, go buy some yourself. Didn't you hear me? These fried cakes are limited."
"This old man is so dedicated. He was afraid that if I tasted it now, he would give himself away. It's really not easy for him."
"Go away. It's breakfast time, and you keep talking nonstop. Get out of here."
Chen Yuan was quickly wrapping steamed buns.
Since the number of customers has increased, he now basically doesn't handle the packaging and cashier work, but only focuses on the technical tasks of making steamed buns, wontons, and frying dough sticks.
Hao Hao wasn't idle either. He often helped Aunt Li grind soybeans at home, so these two tasks, along with cooking porridge, were assigned to him.
After placing the steamer on the pot, Chen Yuan quickly came out during a break and saw Wang Qiang's shameless and unreasonable behavior. He simply couldn't stand it anymore.
"Sir, would you please line up if you'd like to eat?"
"Queue? Why should I queue? I was just about to say this: I'm a legitimate customer who came here to buy something, and you expect me to queue with these extras? What do you mean by that?"
Wang Qiang was quite experienced in provoking others, and he continued to provoke them.
"Let me tell you, I'm here to expose counterfeits, not to buy anything. Do you dare let me into the kitchen? I'm starting to suspect something. Your brown sugar isn't real; it's artificial coloring. And your oil is definitely gutter oil!"
The atmosphere froze instantly upon hearing this.
Gutter oil.
For those in the food and beverage industry, those three words are a fatal stain.
Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly. The reason he was so polite to Wang Qiang at first was that he thought Wang Qiang and Sister Tian Tian were the same kind of people who came to help promote the product when they saw that there was something to gain.
His constant disagreement and opposition was, in effect, a form of tacit approval.
After all, if a small shop has more foot traffic, it can earn more money.
Who would turn down money?
But when he heard Wang Qiang say that, he finally understood that Wang Qiang was just looking for trouble and that he was deliberately trying to provoke him!
If we were to resort to violence, wouldn't that just be giving the other party what they wanted?
What should I do?
Just then, a voice rang out.
"Get out of here!"