Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country

Huge loss!

Di Renjie is considered someone who can handle spicy food, but the level of spiciness Chen Shuo ordered, which could burn your mouth, was a bit beyond his limit.

He didn't know if it was spicy enough to burn his throat, but it was definitely burning his lips.

His lips felt like they were on fire, and the numbing sensation made them feel like they were constantly electrified.

If he didn't truly love food, he wouldn't be doing this restaurant review job — in the face of real gourmet dishes, no matter how spicy, he couldn't help but eat more.

The assistant very considerately opened a box of yogurt for him. After eating a piece of chicken, he gulped down the yogurt, which made the assistant watch with trembling fear, and couldn't help but remind him, "Old Di, should we wait a bit? If you keep eating like this, our next stop might only be Sichuan and Chongqing, and I'm afraid other hospitals won't be able to treat you..."

Di Renjie exhaled a hot breath and said, "I'm telling you, I don't know if Boss Wang learned Sichuan cuisine, but he's definitely got the soul of it down. The more you eat, the spicier it gets, but also, the more flavorful it becomes, and the more delicious it is, you just can't stop!"

The diners saw Di Renjie's reaction and couldn't doubt whether the dish was good or not.

After all, he was eating it even at the cost of burning his throat!

"Oh wow, just watching this is making me shudder, does anyone have some yogurt to spare me?"

"Who would've thought you'd need yogurt just for some stir-fried chicken?"

"Is there a possibility we can ask for mildly spicy? Doesn't the boss ask about the spice level before serving?"

"Wow, I was so focused on the burning sensation that I forgot we could choose the spice level."

Just then, Wang Fan turned again to ask, "Table two, do you want it spicy?"

All eyes turned to table two.

The guy got a bit nervous being watched by so many people and stammered, "Um, just mildly..."

As soon as he said "mildly," he sensed a hint of disdain in the glances directed at him.

Hell no!

This was unbearable!

"Give me medium spicy!"

Xia Tian still retained a bit of rationality, even if not for his tongue, thinking about the impact on his throat.

Wang Fan looked at him, nodded without a word, but switched his hand from the screws' pepper to Er Jingtiao.

Seeing the handful of chili peppers in Wang Fan's hand, Xia Tian felt today might just end up burning his throat here.

He could only hope that the peppers grabbed for him weren't too spicy.

"Boss, just half a bowl of rice for me, I don't have a big appetite."

Wang Fan nodded, and after the stir-fried chicken was ready, he served half a bowl of rice and brought it over.

Xia Tian looked at the stir-fried chicken in front of him with a bit of trepidation, the red and green chili peppers were truly abundant.

Although a bit fearful of the spiciness, the numbing, spicy, fresh aroma still made him drool uncontrollably.

Gosh, shouldn't a whisper of spiciness make this the ultimate delight?

Clenching his teeth, closing his eyes, he picked up a piece of meat into his mouth, then suddenly froze.

The explosive spiciness he imagined didn't surge in as expected? It was indeed spicier than what he usually ate, but not as overwhelming as he'd thought.

Isn't the boss's medium spicy that impressive?

But the chili's flavor is really fragrant.

No wonder even Di Renjie couldn't help but give it a five-star review, which he rarely gives out.

Thinking about it, Xia Tian began chewing.

Wow?

With his teeth pressing down, he could feel the surprising firmness and elasticity of the chicken, which was in stark contrast to the soft, melting Yellow Braised Chicken he had at noon.

One is tender enough to melt in your mouth, while the other allows you to clearly feel the fibers of the chicken changing shape as you chew.

Delicious!

And the taste is especially robust, with the dark red chicken broth in that white porcelain plate being just a thin layer, like a sheer veil faintly there.

Yet the chicken is drenched in thick sauce, clinging tightly to the texture between the meat fibers, emitting a tantalizing aroma. Making one salivate more.

Xia Tian felt that even the most shameless person would feel embarrassed to say this dish was not good, calling it average would be an insult to this plate of chicken.

Then there's the Wuchang Fragrant Rice.

What I bought before was definitely fake, it was nothing like the real deal!

Each grain is crystal clear, full and fragrant, contrasting starkly with the rich aroma of the stir-fried chicken.

Gathering the not-much sauce to drizzle over the rice.

Wow, truly an indescribable satisfaction.

This is the taste that's etched onto the soul!

Wang Fan looked at Xia Tian enjoying his meal with a slight smile, knowing full well that if he made it too spicy for Xia Tian to finish, it wouldn't look good for the restaurant.

Serving my dish and not being able to finish, who does that offend?

Er Jingtiao Chili, compared to screws' pepper, is significantly less spicy but has a more fragrant taste, and Wang Fan, who can't handle much spice himself, often uses Er Jingtiao instead of screws' pepper.

Tailoring to individual needs — this was the most important lesson he learned in Lu Dong.

This might deceive others, but not Di Renjie.

After all, with decades in cooking, his understanding of ingredients is thorough.

He decided to include this scene in the final edit.

The assistant, who has seen the world traveling north and south with him, also noticed something amiss.

"I noticed when Boss Wang was grabbing the peppers, he hesitated, almost changed direction? Could it have been to save that guy's face?"

Di Renjie nodded, "Switched screws pepper with Er Jingtiao, he cuts screws pepper into small pieces and Er Jingtiao into large ones, the ordinary people can't really tell the difference."

"What a good person!"

"Ugh... phew... whoa, this screws' pepper has an after-kick... cough cough cough..."

Originally talking cheerfully, Di Renjie suddenly started coughing, and only after downing a box of yogurt did he catch his breath.

Though he managed to catch his breath, he was already sweating all over, and his face was as red as a monkey's butt.

"Bro, you're really something, this level of spiciness almost sent me away!"

Di Renjie laughed through tears and gave Chen Shuo a thumbs up, to which Chen Shuo chuckled and continued nibbling on his chicken feet.

Wang Fan kept rolling out stir-fried chicken pot after pot, with more and more diners tasting it.

But whether it was because Chen Shuo got it started, everyone asked for one level spicier than they usually ate at.

Wang Fan observed while noting how much he put in, focusing on giving different standards.

If you usually handle mild and want medium, fine, I'll give you Guangfu's medium standard.

If you handle medium but want extra spicy, fine, I'll give you Beijing's extra spicy standard.

Ultimately, the right to explain rested with himself, the owner and chef, so no one's opinion was of consequence.