Food: Set up stalls randomly, customers chase me ten streets

Pour the soaked red beans into the pot in batches with twice the amount of red beans and three times the amount of water, and then start cooking.

After cooking, there will still be a little water left in the pot, but the beans are already very soft and will turn into mud if pressed a little.

Lin Zhou poured the red beans into a strainer to drain the water while they were still hot, and then let them cool naturally.

In the meantime, the fillings for the barbecued pork buns are being prepared.

Cut large pieces of pork plum into 1 cm thick slices, shred the onion, mix together, and marinate for a while.

After the red beans have cooled, take two-thirds of the beans and crush them in a wall breaker.

Then heat the pot and pour the remaining one-third into the pot together with the crushed red beans. The bean paste will have a grainy texture and the taste will be better. It is the same as the beef buns. While there is minced meat, it also tastes better. Have beef cubes.

Lin Zhou stood in front of the stove and kept stirring the red beans in the pot over low heat.

Stir it from side to side evenly, then turn it over and press it down.

After frying for about fifteen minutes, the kitchen was already filled with the aroma of red beans.

Lin Zhou added sugar to the red bean filling and continued to stir-fry.

The bean paste will soften after adding sugar and will need to be stir-fried for another minute or two.

The aroma turned into a sweet bean paste aroma.

Lin Zhou tasted the taste and found that it was not very sweet. He added some maltose to increase the viscosity of the bean paste and help it form better.

Then just put it out and wait for it to cool.

During this period, the plum meat is almost marinated. Place the plum meat slices on the foil on the baking sheet and bake for 20 to 30 minutes.

Take out, let cool and cut into cubes.

Mix diced pork and barbecued pork sauce in a ratio of 1:1.5 to form the filling of barbecued pork buns.

The preparation of the ingredients means kneading the dough and getting ready to make the buns.

The finished red bean paste buns are round and round. They don’t look like steamed buns, but rather like steamed buns.

Because there are no pleats.

Put the wrapped red bean paste buns in the steamer and put them away.

Now it's the barbecued pork buns. When the barbecued pork buns are steamed, the openings will crack, but it seems that the wrinkles are not important.

Today's two buns look different from the previous buns.

Lin Zhou was curious about their taste.

But it took a bit long to prepare the fillings, plus the time to make the buns. It was already seven o'clock when everything was ready.

Lin Zhou didn't plan to have dinner, so he packed all the buns at once and set off directly to set up a stall.

The familiar tricycle drove out of the villa gate.

The security guard on duty stood at the door and opened the door responsibly.

"Mr. Lin, walk slowly. Have a safe journey."

...

Huaguoshan Park.

Wen Nan and Xiao Wang each occupied a stone pier.

They got off work a little later today, and when they arrived, it was almost eight o'clock.

But seeing that the steamed stuffed bun stall hasn’t come yet, I can’t help but feel a little anxious.

"Are you sure the bun stall will come at eight o'clock?"

Xiao Wang was very agitated when he heard the sound of dancing in the square not far away.

It was so noisy.

What he hates the most is the square dancing team. The music is loud and noisy. At night, parks and squares and other places are occupied by square dancing ladies, which is really annoying.

"The boss said it himself, it's not eight o'clock yet, we're waiting."

Wen Nan is not in a hurry, he has always been slow-tempered.

After looking at his phone, he focused his attention on the road where the bun stall owner came yesterday.

After a while, he saw a familiar tricycle.

"I'm coming!"

Wen Nan stood up excitedly and walked directly to the Huaguoshan intersection to greet Lin Zhou.

At the same time, they were not the only ones making noises around.

There were several groups of people standing around, all walking towards the place where Lin Zhou had set up his stall at the same time.

Needless to say, he knew that he was waiting for Lin Zhou to come over.

When the fried skewers stall owner saw this scene, his eyes were full of envy.

He has been running a stall for several years, but he has never met any diners waiting for him. How envious!

The next second, he moved towards the crowd without leaving any trace.

So many people suddenly aroused his interest in joining in the fun. At the same time, he was also afraid that if he couldn't get there, there would be more and more people and he wouldn't be able to eat the freshly baked buns.

"Let me go~"

When Lin Zhou rode his tricycle to the roadside, he saw a group of people gathered around him, and his speed immediately slowed down.

Everyone obediently made room for Lin Zhou and greeted him warmly.

"Boss, you're here. I didn't even eat dinner, so I came over and waited."

"No, neither do I."

"Boss, hurry up and steam the buns, they're all waiting to be eaten."

"Boss, I think you can steam it on the way. When you get there, it will be steamed and you can eat it immediately."

"..."

Lin Zhou:......

The overly enthusiastic diners almost squeezed Lin Zhou to death.

Lin Zhou was not a silent person.

But since the diners were all talking around him and couldn't take the conversation, he found that silence was very useful.

Speak when you want to speak.

When you don’t want to speak, you just pretend to be shy, smile, do your own thing, and avoid everyone’s questions.

There were so many people waiting in line, and even if he didn't answer the conversation, the people at Sheniu could still chat with the people next to them, so there was no need to worry at all.

Lin Zhou only spoke when everyone was ordering.

"Today's buns are barbecued pork buns and bean paste buns. The barbecued pork buns are ten yuan each, and the bean paste buns are five yuan each."

Upon hearing that the taste of today's steamed buns has changed again, the diners' enthusiasm has risen again.

"Ah, I haven't tasted the tofu buns before, but the taste has changed again today."

"I love red bean paste buns. I was just thinking about changing the taste."

"No, I prefer salty buns. What's the difference between sweet bean paste buns and desserts?"

"The sweet buns are annoying you. The soft dough and sweet bean paste are so delicious! I don't know how to appreciate them!"

"..."

Lin Zhou remained silent, turned on the fire, and started steaming the buns.

While waiting, I didn’t use my phone to pass the time.

The drama of diners arguing over taste is even more interesting.

It's a pity for Xiao Wang that he doesn't like eating the two types of buns today and has never tried them.

He really wanted to eat the beef buns he had tasted before, but to his surprise, there were none!

"Both flavors are too sweet, I don't like them."

Xiao Wang was somewhat repelled.

So does Wen Nan.

Both of them have almost the same taste as people who like salty and spicy food.

I don't like both salty and sweet tastes.

But Wang Chuanjuan, mother and daughter in the team liked them very much.

Today, the whole family didn't even cook dinner. The family of four came directly to Huaguo Mountain to wait for the steamed buns.

They took the buns home last night and didn't wait until the next morning.

Their father ate the rest of the buns alone.

So tonight, the family unanimously decided not to eat dinner to occupy their stomachs, but to eat steamed buns on an empty stomach.

Wang Chuanjuan even stopped dancing in the square.

The same goes for her friend Eiko.

At this time, they were all standing in the queue waiting to buy steamed buns.

They came early and occupied the front seats.

As the aroma of the steamed buns came out, they began to discuss how many buns to buy.

"I can eat up to four, four at night, plus tomorrow morning... I usually don't have a good appetite in the morning, so I only eat two. I want three bean paste buns and three barbecued pork buns."

Wang Chuanjuan counted the buns she wanted to eat, and then looked at her daughter and husband.