Food customizer.

When making crispy pork, many people at home will focus on marinating it. Some people even add a lot of green onions and cooking wine, thinking that it will taste better this way!

In fact, the ingredients for the crispy pork made by Cui Yufen are extremely simple.

Just added a little scallion and star anise when steaming.

Normally, this dish should be made with chicken soup when steaming, but due to limited conditions, Cui Yufen used chicken oil.

After about ten minutes of steaming, as the hot steam came out from the lid of the pot, a rich aroma of meat began to spread around Cui Yufen's small stall.

The taste is very simple, you can hardly smell any seasoning, it's just the pure aroma of meat!

"Teacher Cui, it smells nice."

Cui Yufen turned a deaf ear to Zhang Jiayi's flattery and told her seriously, "Don't think about this crispy meat. This is the only capital for our business."

I only spent a hundred dollars to buy these things.

If this was eaten by his own people, Cui Yufen would have no place to cry.

But Zhang Jiayi soon had a new question, "Teacher Cui, I just went to the concierge to chat with the old man, he said that around twelve o'clock there will be a lot of uncles and aunts selling food here, can we do it with our small pot and small stove?"

Cui Yufen exhaled, "Who knows?"

This is very common on construction sites in cities.

Generally speaking, the kitchens built by contractors are not very good. They either boil the cabbage or stir-fry the carrots.

The workers do strenuous physical work, and if they don't have some oil in their stomachs at the end of the day, they simply can't stand the hunger.

Many workers would choose to eat out every once in a while to improve their lives, but they may not be willing to spend thirty or forty yuan per person at roadside restaurants.

So the business of setting up stalls in front of the construction site began to emerge.

The people who come here to set up stalls are often older aunts and uncles.

They first prepared five or six dishes at home, piled them into a thermos, and then brought a large bucket of rice to the entrance of the construction site at noon.

These dishes often have a characteristic: large quantity and affordable.

As for the taste, it's just so-so. It has everything you expect, but it's definitely not delicious.

Lao Cui is very confident about the taste of her crispy pork, but she is not sure whether it will work if placed at the entrance of the construction site. The key point is that their arrangement is not good enough.

There was a simple stove on the ground with a small steamer on it.

Plus, the clothes she and Zhang Jiayi wore were quite luxurious, and they looked like a couple having a picnic in the suburbs!

As the sun rose to high in the sky, just as Cui Yufen had expected, a pedal tricycle appeared on the other side of the street.

The person riding the bike was a man in his fifties.

After the tricycle stopped at the entrance of the construction site, the man glanced at Cui Yu and the other man.

He didn't say anything.

He opened the lids of several large barrels on the tricycle.

Zhang Jiayi sniffed hard, "Teacher Cui, he's here to set up a stall too! There's a smell of vegetables."

The taste is also quite strong, but it's just the smell of ordinary vegetable juice and meat mixed together. You can even vaguely feel from the taste that today's dish is too salty.

"It's normal. It would be abnormal if no one came to set up stalls at such a large construction site." Cui Yufen glanced inside the construction site. At this point, workers wearing safety helmets had already started to walk out.

The men grinned on their dark faces, revealing a row of white teeth.

It can be seen that eating after work is one of the few happy times in their day.

There were also a few young guys who had probably just come over from the dormitory. They were talking and laughing, each holding a bottle of beer in their hands and drinking as they walked.

This scene reminded Zhang Jiayi of the scene in "The Shawshank Redemption" where the protagonist risked his life to get a wave of beer benefits for his co-workers. Sometimes it's not that they are really addicted to alcohol, but that this bottle of beer can bring them indescribable psychological pleasure.

The workers walked out of the construction site and skillfully headed towards the middle-aged man's tricycle.

Zhang Jiayi was sweating silently in her heart.

The middle-aged man riding the tricycle also skillfully took out a stack of plastic lunch boxes.

Some lunch boxes are bulging, which contain rice that has been distributed in advance.

There is also a pile of unused lunch boxes. When someone comes to buy vegetables, they will use a spoon to fill them with food. One serving only costs 12 yuan, which is enough for these workers to eat until they are fully full!

After this group of people rushed out, they surrounded the middle-aged man.

"Wow! Uncle, the dish today is really good. The meat smells so good. What did you cook?"

"Oh, this meaty smell, uncle, are you feeling guilty and willing to give us some meat today?"

The middle-aged man smiled innocently, "I always cook a big bowl of meat for you. What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

A young man lay down beside the tricycle and sniffed the rice buckets one by one, "Hey? Something's wrong."

After he said this, the others also fell silent, and everyone looked at the young man, wondering what was wrong.

The young man lifted his head away from the edge of the barrel and sniffed hard.

"No, uncle, there's something wrong with your meal today!"

This appearance made the old man who was setting up the stall a little unconfident, and he looked at the twice-cooked pork in his bucket worriedly.

Indeed, there was some pork belly that was not cooked a few days ago mixed in, but he could swear to God that the meat just had a slightly strange smell, but he had washed it very clean and would definitely not give him diarrhea after eating it!

Moreover, when frying this twice-cooked pork, he added a lot of bean paste and pepper powder, which should have been impossible to smell.

Could it be that this guy has a better nose than a dog?

In an instant, the uncle made a decision.

He closed the bucket again. "Hey, stop sniffing. What are you sniffing for? Look, there are still four or five dishes here!"

Let’s get rid of this troublemaker first. No one else has smelled it anyway. We can’t let other dishes become unsaleable just because of a bucket of twice-cooked pork, right?

Just look at the young man, shirtless, with his work clothes draped over his shoulders and a yellow safety helmet on his head, he still has that strange frown on his face.

"It's not right! It's still not right. Smell it, do you smell it?"

Young people have begun to encourage their co-workers to start smelling it as well.

This action immediately made the uncle selling food a little unhappy.

Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents.

Even though I used some flavorful pork, you wouldn't be so persistent, right?

Immediately, the uncle wanted to get angry. He had to at least drive the young man away first, otherwise he would not be able to do business today.

Without waiting for the old man to speak, the young workers all sniffed.

"It seems like there is something wrong?"

"Yeah, what's going on? What's that smell?"