Divorce, Childcare, and Running a Stall: The CEO's Ex-Wife Chases Him - Part 40

"Alright, young man, ¥16.80 it is. Come back often!"

"Which cut do you want?"

Lu Qin wanted to make Twice Cooked Pork, so the cut of pork he chose was important.

Four parts fat, six parts lean, with the fat layer about two fingers wide and the lean layer three fingers wide.

Too fatty and it would be greasy, too lean and it would burn, too wide or too narrow and it would be hard to form properly.

After buying the pork, Lu Qin left the market.

Back home, Lu Qin prepared the ingredients for his afternoon stall.

He added a new item to his whiteboard.

[Twice Cooked Pork: ¥30 per serving. Limit one per person. While supplies last.]

Normally, Twice Cooked Pork at restaurants is made to order.

Selling it at a stall presented many inconveniences.

However, Lu Qin had the Fresh-Locking Thermostatic Box he won from the system's lucky draw.

He could blanch and slice the pork, then store it in the Fresh-Locking Thermostatic Box.

When a customer ordered, he could just take out the pork and stir-fry it.

As for why he didn't put the finished Twice Cooked Pork into the Fresh-Locking Thermostatic Box to preserve it and sell it as a ready-made product?

That was simply not feasible. Anyone with a little knowledge would know that the taste and texture of any stir-fried dish changed after being left out for a while.

Moreover, Lu Qin's Twice Cooked Pork was extraordinary. If the finished product could still maintain its perfect flavor after being stored, it would defy common sense.

Modern technology couldn't create such a powerful preservation box.

Lu Qin spent two hours making the Mung Bean Paste and Ice Crystal Cakes he would sell that afternoon.

He made 300 cups of Mung Bean Paste and 150 boxes of Ice Crystal Cakes.

He put the Mung Bean Paste in the refrigerator to chill and stored the Ice Crystal Cakes in a cool, shaded place.

Next, Lu Qin began preparing the ingredients for the Twice Cooked Pork.

Lu Qin put the pork he bought into cold water, adding ginger slices, scallion segments, Sichuan peppercorns, and cooking wine.

After the pork was cooked, he plunged it into ice water.

This was to make the pork easier to slice and hold its shape.

With his max-level Twice Cooked Pork skills, Lu Qin's knife work was naturally superb.

He sliced the pork into pieces as thin as coins, all of uniform thickness.

Then, he prepared a large stainless steel basin, lining the bottom with lettuce leaves, and placed all the sliced pork into the basin. It was a full basin.

This was enough to make about eighty servings of Twice Cooked Pork.

He then sliced onions and garlic sprouts, which were the side ingredients for the Twice Cooked Pork.

After finishing these preparations, it was already 12:30 PM.

Lu Qin felt a bit hungry.

He cooked some rice. For one person, a simple meal with just one dish was enough. He stir-fried a portion of Twice Cooked Pork.

As soon as the Twice Cooked Pork came out of the wok, Lu Qin was hit with a rich, fragrant aroma.

The Twice Cooked Pork looked amazing, golden brown, and very appetizing.

Lu Qin picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

Tender yet crisp, fragrant but not greasy, the exquisite taste and texture soothed every taste bud.

The Twice Cooked Pork, stir-fried with max-level skills, tasted perfect, without a single flaw.

Lu Qin had been busy all morning and was indeed hungry.

Twice Cooked Pork was also a great dish to go with rice, so Lu Qin ate two and a half bowls of rice.

He was very full.

He had planned to take a short nap, but he had eaten too much.

Lu Qin was not one to sit idle; he had strong execution and disliked slacking off or being lazy.

So, he decided to go out and set up his stall.

The sooner he set up, the sooner he could pick up Lu Xiyao.

Lu Qin opened his phone and checked the Stall Map APP.

The crowd at People's Square Pedestrian Street wasn't at its peak at this hour.

The Stall Map showed that the most crowded location was West City Flower Fruit Mountain Park.

It was Sunday, and many people were visiting the park.

There were stalls at the foot of the mountain.

However, business at those stalls wasn't very good, as most passersby weren't there to buy things, but rather to visit the park, stroll, exercise, or sightsee.

If someone were selling water, they might have good business.

But there were very few stalls selling snacks.

For Lu Qin's snack stall, however, these weren't problems.

Lu Qin hadn't been to Flower Fruit Mountain Park before, so he opened his map navigation.

The three-wheeled vehicle drove for about twenty minutes on the road before reaching the destination.

As expected, there was a stall selling grilled sausages at the foot of the mountain. The other stalls were selling water, drinks, and balloons and toys.

Flower Fruit Mountain Park was at a slightly higher elevation. Climbing up and down required a lot of physical exertion and would make people sweat a lot, making drinks and water essential.

Lu Qin's Fried Rice Noodles stall, once set up, looked rather out of place.

It clashed with the quiet and elegant green surroundings.

Many people climbed the mountain to lose weight.

Why would they eat fried rice noodles?

Some people saw Lu Qin setting up his stall and curiously came over to see what he was selling.

Upon learning that he was selling fried rice noodles and other snacks, they shook their heads and lost interest.

It would definitely look strange to be carrying a box of fried rice noodles while climbing a mountain or visiting a park.

So, no one would buy them.

The two middle-aged women at the adjacent stalls selling mineral water were secretly amused.

Seeing Lu Qin's brand-new food cart, they kindly offered some advice.

"Young man, is this your first time setting up a stall?"

"How could there be any business selling food here?"

"You should go to a bustling downtown area."

Lu Qin went along with their words, smiling as he said, "I really don't have much experience. I'll have to choose a better location next time."

As expected, there was no business at first.

Some passersby and tourists bought water or drinks from the neighboring aunties' stalls.

Lu Qin's Fried Rice Noodles stall, however, was completely ignored.

Actually, Lu Qin also had iced Mung Bean Paste.

But since the customers had already walked over to the adjacent stall to make their purchases, he wouldn't deliberately call out to them.

It wouldn't be right to do that; it would be snatching business.

A couple strolled over slowly, not buying anything, but stood near Lu Qin's stall, admiring the view of the lake.

"Honey, I want to drink some milk tea."

"Why didn't you say so earlier? Where would you find a milk tea shop in such a remote place?"

"Would you like some mineral water or a drink?"

"No, I just want milk tea."

"With such beautiful scenery, it's a real shame not to have a cup of milk tea."

The man was speechless; there wasn't a milk tea shop nearby.

At this moment, Lu Qin turned his head and said to them with a smile, "Would you two like some Mung Bean Paste? It's iced, and it tastes no worse than milk tea."