This meat! This glass noodle!

"Sizzle—!"

Stir up the fire!

The meat slices quickly curled and changed color under the intense heat of the fire, and the fat in the fatty meat was forced out by the fire, and a layer of clear, golden animal oil quickly appeared at the bottom of the pot.

The meat has a rich and mellow aroma, and the edges of the pork belly are covered with a golden-brown, slightly charred sheen.

Lin Fan picked up two large basins of chopped pickled mustard greens that had been squeezed dry, and poured them upside down into the pot!

The shovel was used to vigorously stir the pickled cabbage in the large iron pot, and the cabbage quickly dried out under the hot lard, giving it a dry and fragrant aroma.

Next, two large buckets of rich, simmered bone broth were poured into the iron pot along the scalding hot rim!

"boom!"

As the bone broth boiled, Lin Fan spread thirty bundles of pre-soaked sweet potato noodles evenly on top of the soup, covered it with a heavy wooden lid, and simmered it over medium heat.

The secondary stove on the right is specifically used for cooking fish soup.

The fish head and spine are fried in a large pot of oil until golden brown and crispy. Boiling water is poured in to emulsify them into a thick, milky white fish soup. This soup is then poured into a large bowl of stir-fried pickled cabbage and white pepper powder to further enhance the flavor.

Then, Lin Fan grabbed handfuls of thinly sliced ​​fish coated with batter and poured them into the pot along with the boiling golden broth.

The fish slices are cooked through and turn white after being heated for twenty seconds, curling up like flowers, and then another batch of sweet potato vermicelli is placed underneath.

Finally, a large iron ladle scooped up two spoonfuls of boiling hot Sichuan peppercorn and scallion oil and poured it over the top layer of minced garlic and chili.

"Sizzle—!!"

Two main dishes, both perfected at the same time!

"Open the window, serve the food!"

Lin Fan gave a low shout from the kitchen.

Su Xiaoxiao stood in front of the takeout window, holding a large stainless steel long-handled soup ladle in her hand.

Lin Fan used both hands to lift buckets of hot food from the two large pots into the insulated trough inside the window.

The first person to step forward was Mr. Zhang, the owner of the hardware store.

Boss Zhang rubbed his hands together, his nose red from the cold, and craned his neck to look inside:

Lin Fan, standing behind the window, smiled upon hearing this:

"Of course. He can try it all if he wants. Xiaoxiao, get him two bowls."

Boss Zhang was stunned for a moment, then excitedly slapped his thigh: "Wow! Boss Lin is so generous! So open-minded!"

Su Xiaoxiao moved swiftly, directly grabbing a large, thick kraft paper bowl.

Long bamboo chopsticks were used to reach into the bottom of the thermos and scoop up a large handful of sweet potato noodles that had absorbed the broth and had an amber sheen, which were then placed at the bottom of the bowl.

On the left, a large iron ladle is piled high with skin-on pork belly from a black mountain pig, fried until golden brown and curled at the edges, with a fat-to-lean ratio of 3:7, along with bits of pickled mustard greens.

On the right, a large strainer scooped up five or six snow-white, curled, and paper-thin slices of piping hot blackfish and arranged them neatly.

Finally, Lin Fan scooped up a spoon and poured half a spoonful of thick, white fish bone broth mixed with half a spoonful of golden, sour pork bone broth. Two large spoonfuls of boiling hot soup were poured on top with a "whoosh," and he added a handful of caramelized garlic chili oil and chopped green scallions.

A heavy bowl of double-portion sour soup noodles, piled high with meat and fish, was steadily handed out of the window.

"Be careful, it's hot. We'll add more later if you need more!" Su Xiaoxiao handed over chopsticks and a large spoon.

Boss Zhang took it with both hands, and his palms went numb from the heat through the thick paper bowl.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared at the mountain of pork belly and snow-white fish slices piled high in the bowl.

"My goodness... this looks even more substantial than the dishes in fancy restaurants!"

Boss Zhang carried the large bowl and walked quickly to the eaves of a sheltered house on the street. Without even looking for a stool, he placed the bowl directly on the cement steps of the electrical box by the roadside, broke open the bamboo chopsticks, and stuck them into the bottom of the bowl.

He picked up a large mouthful of rice noodles coated in golden broth, blew on it, and slurped it into his mouth.

"Slurp—"

The glass noodles were smooth all the way to the bottom, and when you bit into them, they were chewy and springy, with the outer layer covered with rich meat juice and the refreshing sour aroma of pickled cabbage.

Boss Zhang then picked up a piece of pork belly with skin and stuffed it into his mouth.

The pork skin is soft and tender, and the fat melts into hot, juicy meat in your mouth, while the lean meat is firm and absorbs the flavors perfectly, without any fishy or greasy taste.

The crisp, slightly sour pickled mustard greens perfectly balance the richness of the pork, making it a delightful and refreshing treat.

"Holy crap... this meat! This glass noodles!"

Standing in the sub-zero wind, Mr. Zhang gasped for breath as his lips burned, picked up the large bowl with both hands, and gulped down three large mouthfuls of scalding hot sour soup.

The hot soup slid down my throat and into my stomach, and a layer of hot sweat suddenly broke out on my back, instantly warming up my legs that had been frozen stiff.

"Awesome! This is fucking awesome!" Boss Zhang stood in the wind, shoveling mouthfuls of vermicelli and pork belly into his mouth, with wisps of white sweat even rising from his head.

Seeing this, the delivery driver who was second in line hurriedly handed his order forward, his voice trembling:

"Boss Lin, I'll have two things too! And extra hot soup!"

"Alright, fill it up, sir!"

Su Xiaoxiao grabbed the large bowl as usual, and poured in a large iron ladle and a large strainer. She placed wide rice noodles at the bottom, covered the left side with thick slices of pork belly, and the right side with fresh fish slices. The hot soup was almost overflowing from the rim of the bowl.

The delivery guy, carrying a large bowl, quickly walked back to his electric scooter and plopped down on the seat.

He picked up a slice of blackfish with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

The fish meat is as thin as a cicada's wing, so tender that it hardly needs to be chewed. It slides down the tongue and into the throat, fresh, sweet, and clean, without even a single tiny bone.

The glass noodles are incredibly chewy and soaked in a slightly spicy and tangy fish bone broth. Slurp one up and swallow it, and your whole chest will feel warm and cozy.

The young man's eyes were red from eating, and large beads of sweat dripped down his forehead as he slurped up large mouthfuls of noodles and drank large gulps of soup.

"Young man, eat slowly, there's always more at the window if you're not full," Aunt Wang said gently, watching the young man wolf down his food from behind the window.

"Auntie, this soup is so delicious... Seriously, I delivered food all day and my hands and feet were numb from the cold. This hot soup brought me back to life."

The young man looked up and wiped his face, his mouth still greasy.

The woman from the grocery store squeezed forward, carrying a large stainless steel lunchbox, her face beaming: "Boss Lin, pack a double-portion lunchbox for my old man! He doesn't have a good appetite, and he's been complaining of hunger on the balcony ever since he smelled this!"

Lin Fan took the heavy lunchbox from the aunt, scooped out three large spoonfuls of pork belly and about ten slices of large black carp, filling the lunchbox to the brim, closed the lid, and handed it back.

"Auntie, take this and give it to your uncle while it's still hot. It won't taste as good when it gets cold."

"Oh! Thank you, Boss Lin! Boss Lin is such a kind person!" The auntie held the hot lunchbox, beaming from ear to ear, and hurried back to her shop.

The long queues at the food pick-up windows not only didn't shorten, but actually got longer.

Apprentices at nearby auto repair shops, passing taxi drivers, and even residents from the two streets next door who smelled the strong aroma of sauerkraut all rushed over with their basins and thermos containers.

In the kitchen, Lin Fan single-handedly controlled two stoves, his movements so fast they left afterimages.