Lao Wang took the scallion pancake from his wife and walked out the door and said, "Honey, you have some food and then go dance in the square. You don't have to wait for me tonight. It's still the same time. I'll be back."
Half an hour later, Lao Wang drove to the most popular pedestrian street in the city where he lived. While unloading his things, he greeted the people around him.
Everyone also said: "Brother, stall brother, you came here a little late today. Look, if you don't come, no one is open!"
"No, what?" I summed it up. Experience, as long as the stall brother arrives, we will open. If he doesn't arrive, we won't be able to open for a moment. You think this is weird," a sister-in-law on the right next to Lao Wang's stall said humorously.
"Hey, sister, I'm in the same situation as you. If the street stall guy doesn't come, my business will be very little. When he comes, it will be doubled!"
Just when they were praising the street stall guy, a group of young handsome guys The beauty came over, and everyone saw the street stall brother, and they came over one after another, scrambling for it, fighting, eating and having fun. The stalls around the street stall brother were very busy.
Lao Wang’s stall has the most people in front of him, and he continues to offer his special delicacy to everyone, crispy scallion pancakes as thin as paper.
In front of him was a round, convex, rotating iron pot. He scooped up a spoonful of thin batter in his right hand and poured the batter along the round iron pot. The spoon in his hand turned to the iron pot. In the middle, the batter in the spoon has just been poured out.
The batter on the iron pot gradually changed color under high temperature heating, from milky white at the beginning to slightly yellow.
In front of the stall, the little boy who had been waiting for a long time was drooling. When he saw this scene, he said nervously: "Brother, stall brother, hurry up, hurry up, you are going to spread the chopped green onions and condiments!"
The stall brother looked at the little boy and said, "Don't worry." He said calmly: "Don't worry, the heat is not quite there yet." As he said this, he picked up a spoonful of chopped green onion, and when he saw the batter on the pot beginning to roll up.
saw him, with his hands together, one hand used a spoon to sprinkle chopped green onion on the batter, and the other hand picked up a bottle of fragrant sesame oil, and dripped the sesame oil in circles.
Then, fold it quickly and continuously so that the chopped green onion and sesame oil are evenly distributed on the pizza . Finally, he folded the scallion pancake into a rectangle, put it in a paper bag, and handed it to the little boy.
The street stall brother handed the scallion pancake to the little boy and said: "If I remember correctly, this is your first time to eat my scallion pancake. This is given to you for free to taste. Please give me your valuable feedback." ..."
When the little boy heard this, he turned to an old man standing next to him and said, "Grandpa, now I believe the story you told is true. I didn't expect that he really has such a good memory. ."
After finishing speaking, the little boy said to the street stall brother while eating scallion pancakes: "Thank you, uncle, this is indeed the first time I have tasted your craftsmanship. You really live up to your name..."
