Rebirth of the Supernatural Wife

Chapter 25 Wu Qiang
Yuan Xiaoxi and the others soon arrived at the entrance of Huquan Alley. The entrance of Huquan Alley was as lively as before. The only difference was that there was a small stall here that seemed not to continue operating.

Such a scene is not uncommon at the entrance of Huquan Lane. In business, some people's business is booming, and some people's business is deserted. This is a very normal thing.

Today a new store opened here and it has been busy for a few days. Tomorrow the store there will be closed and silent. This is almost the normal situation at the entrance of Huquan Lane. It’s just that this inconspicuous little stall hidden in the corner left the scene deserted. At this time, it actually attracted the attention of several passers-by.

However, passers-by just took a look and left in a hurry, not planning to spend any more time on this small stall.

They have never eaten at this stall, but they have heard of it many times.The pricing of this small stall is much higher than the surrounding ones, which is really strange.

After dinner, people around him also talked about the stall owner who had some inconveniences in his legs and feet. However, when everyone talked about him, they mostly shook their heads, and when they talked about him, they were full of disapproval.

Money, everyone likes it, but that's not how you make money.

The stall owner didn't know that he had become the joke of passers-by at Huquan Alley these days. Whether it was the colleagues around him or the diners who often came here, they were all guessing when this "sky-high price" stall would close.

At this moment, he was slowly stacking the plastic stools on top of each other, standing at the entrance of the bustling Huquan Alley, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

This feeling has never been felt before.

A month ago, he returned to his hometown, Shangxi Village, when it was almost dark, but before he had a sip of water, his stepmother told him tactfully that the family was very difficult, and it was hard for her to tell her stepbrother. After getting married, there was really no other way, so...

Now his room has been converted into a new house.

In other words, he went home and had nowhere to sleep.

The stepmother cried and said that he was a capable person. He could get along well back then, and he would definitely be able to do it now, unlike her incompetent son who only got into trouble.

Listening to his stepmother's encouragement, Wu Qiang glanced at his father, who was smoking in the corner.

Seeing that his father's gaze did not fall in his direction, Wu Qiang twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally let go of the last hope in his heart, and took a minibus overnight to Wangxu City.

Wu Qiang was not confused when he was kicked out of the thousand-year-old store, nor was he confused when he came out of home with "encouragement" from his stepmother.

He and his stepmother had always been at odds, but he felt that his stepmother was right in saying something, because he also believed that he was more capable than his stepbrother!
After all, the world will never starve craftsmen to death.

What's more, he is very confident in his cooking skills.

Only now, Wu Qiang was confused.

He set up a stall at the entrance of Huquan Alley for a full month, but who would believe that he failed to open a stall in a month.

Everyone looked at the price list he placed in a conspicuous place, shook their heads and left.

Wu Qiang knew that the prices here were more expensive than those around him, but he personally took care of everything from the materials to the heat. It was expensive, and he didn't make shady money, and he didn't feel guilty.

Wu Qiang, who had some inconvenience in his legs and feet, stood in front of the table and wanted to push the three tables together.

The stall and the remodeled tricycle are actually not his. What he has to do is to pack up these things, and then wait here for the original owner to come and return the lease.

Wu Qiang thought while tidying up, at worst he would go back to the auto repair shop.

Fortunately, he is not the only craft of cooking.

The absent-minded Wu Qiang didn't notice anyone behind him, and was taken aback when he turned around, "Is it you?"

Among these people, Wu Qiang recognized one of them.

Speaking of which, this chubby girl was one of his only customers in Wangxu City, but she fainted before eating the chaos she ordered that day.

I still feel a little regretful when I think about it, but for Wu Qiang, it is just a regret now.

Because he is ready to go back to his old job.

Who knew that he heard the other party say: "Boss, three bowls of little chaos."

Wu Qiang was startled. He didn't expect that when the store was about to close, there would still be customers coming, and he would be a repeat customer.

Wu Qiang felt more comfortable, and the expression on his face softened a little. He waved his hands and said to Yuan Xiaoxi: "It's unfortunate that you guys are here, I'm going to close the shop."

Yuan Xiaoxi somewhat guessed the reason. She glanced at the pot on the tricycle, and it was obviously still hot, which meant that Chef Wu wanted to close the shop, probably on a temporary basis.

"If you're going to close, it means you haven't closed yet." Yuan Xiaoxi said, "Besides, if the boss doesn't do our business, these ingredients are also a waste."

Wu Qiang thought for a while and realized that what Yuan Xiaoxi said made sense.

He has wasted enough ingredients in the past month, and he really feels distressed.

Either way, let's take it as a perfect ending.

Wu Qiang hummed without saying anything else. He limped behind the tricycle, cleaned his hands first, and then quickly wrapped them up.

The speed of his hands was very fast, not at all like the dull and gentle feeling he usually gave people.

One by one, white and tender little chaos appeared on the plate, as if this matter had been done for many years, and the eyes were closed without wrapping each little chaos to the same size and shape.

The hot water started to boil, Wu Qiang put the wrapped Xiaochao into the pot, and the three of Yuan Xiaoxi also sat down on their seats.

Although these tables and chairs are a bit worn out, they are obviously clean, which shows the owner's usual care.

Yuan Xiaoxi secretly looked at it, but did not directly explain his intention.

After all, Wu Qiang at this time was not the famous Wu Lixin in the future. Before digging into Tianshui Pavilion, she had to taste Wu Qiang's craftsmanship first.

The hot Xiaochao came to the table, and a bowl of Xiaochao was like a small pond.The soft white little chaos is hidden in the black seaweed, and it is dotted with green scallions. The floating little chaos looks plump and cute.

Use a spoon to scoop up a small ravioli. The small wontons cooked in boiling water are already tighter than when wrapped before. The small wontons lying on the spoon stretch out, especially like a white goldfish. The extremely thin dough at the tail is like Beautifully posed fish tail.

Before eating, Yuan Xiaoxi was already craving for the aroma.

First of all, there was the rich aroma of good bone soup, with a hint of shrimp flavor. She put it into her mouth, and when she took a bite, the fragrant soup overflowed in her mouth. It was soft and tender yet chewy, which was better than what she had eaten before. The chaos that has passed must be more resilient.

Yuan Xiaoxi then put the second little chaos into his mouth, the smooth and sticky little chaos brought people a mouthful of satisfaction, Yuan Xiaoxi looked at Chef Wu in surprise, "Boss, you are not a little chaos, It's meat swallow!"

Wu Qiang glanced at Yuan Xiaoxi in surprise, he waved his hands, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which was the unique satisfaction of a chef.

"No, this is Little Chaos." Wu Qiang was a little embarrassed. He wiped his hands with a cloth and rarely thought of chatting. "The most important thing for meat swallow is the skin filling and soup. The quality of the dough for making meat swallow needs to be selected. The best pork is slowly beaten with a mallet until it slowly becomes loose and scattered, turning into a thin skin, so it will appear particularly smooth and tender in the mouth, and the meat will be full of flavor."

Speaking of this, Wu Qiang's eyes flashed with bitterness, and he smiled: "It's just that I am only one person, and the process of making swallow skin is too difficult for me, so I used dough instead of swallow skin." , this is not meat swallow, if it is not, it is not..."

(End of this chapter)