Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 331 - 332: The Final Breeze That Saved the Camel

Chapter 331: Chapter 332: The Final Breeze That Saved the Camel

"Run!"

"Boom!"

Huge rocks were crashing around, pushed by the flash flood, making a loud rumbling sound, drowning out the shouts of the group.

He Chen had joined the team just under a year ago, and his physical fitness was nowhere near as robust as the veteran members. Coupled with psychological pressure, his legs began to cramp uncontrollably.

The riverbank was just a short distance away, as was the flash flood. Which would reach them first was a reality he couldn’t avoid.

No matter how anxious he was, the cramping muscles of his legs seemed to have no more strength left to offer.

Seeing the flash flood getting closer, despair filled He Chen’s heart.

Just then, he heard the voice of Chen Baoguo: "Run faster, you punks! If you reach the bank, I’ll treat you to good food, and even arrange a blind date for you with a girlfriend like Qianqian!"

Young men in their twenties naturally had good appetites. Hearing this, He Chen instinctively thought of those two delicious meals. Honestly, it was the best food he’d ever eaten in his life, and Brother Wang wasn’t even satisfied with it, saying it wasn’t his best.

Like the story of "Gazing at Plums Quenching Thirst," He Chen, hearing Chen Baoguo’s words, somehow found a bit more strength. The roar of the flood faded away in his mind, leaving only the sound of Wang Fan’s big shovel scraping the bottom of the pan.

After a busy day with just a little military ration, while it provided enough energy, his stomach felt empty. The fire engine at the bank seemed more like Wang Fan’s gourmet-producing van.

"Charge!"

The veins on his neck bulged, and He Chen suddenly picked up speed, pulling on Chen Baoguo’s shirt as he ran towards the bank.

"Charge!"

His action inspired the others, who also mustered energy and sprinted the last few meters.

Three meters, one meter.

...

The camp began to drizzle lightly again. Fortunately, it was now night; if it rained during the day, his van’s solar panels wouldn’t be able to collect enough energy.

After helping to prepare dinner, most of Luo Yongduo’s group had left except for a few like Xue Feng who stayed to help, and that was understandable given their important roles.

"Rain detected, activate rainwater collection function?"

"Activate."

"Activate water purification system?"

"Activate."

"Multiple vital signs detected approaching, lock all doors?"

"Hmm?"

Resting, Wang Fan heard the prompt, got up quickly, and saw in the faint shelter light a group of people in reflective stripes and orange-red clothes moving towards the camp.

Wang Fan put on his clothes, got off the van, knowing these were firefighters. Naturally, there was no need to lock the doors, and their return late at night signaled their need for supplies.

As he descended, he saw Cheng Dong and others already heading over.

Chen Baoguo was panting heavily. Despite his mindset and self-control, his calves couldn’t help but cramp after the dramatic afternoon, a basic instinctive response.

After the flash flood, whether his shout made a difference or not, they narrowly escaped, barely keeping their lives.

Even so, as he climbed the riverbank, his ankle got caught by the flood, swelling into a big lump.

Chen Baoguo looked at Wang Fan and said, "Brother, help us with some food. Simple is fine."

Seeing these people, pitifully supporting each other, moved Wang Fan. Their peace was earned by these people’s burdensome advance.

"Anything you’d like to eat?"

Chen Baoguo grinned, "Just some noodles, quick and quiet, so we don’t disturb the villagers’ rest."

It was already late at night, and to avoid disturbing others, they had parked the fire engine outside and walked in.

Wang Fan nodded and got busy, while Cheng Dong and the others supported Chen Baoguo and the group back to camp.

Exhausted by their days of work, they dozed off as soon as they sat down, soon sleeping disorderly.

Carefully taking out the stove and basin from the van, Wang Fan inadvertently woke Zhuo Qianqian; ever since they arrived, her sleep had been light.

Sleepily identifying the situation, she got up to help Wang Fan wash some baby bok choy and bean sprouts.

Wang Fan set up the stove and pot, starting to boil water, and poured half a bag of flour into the basin, adding lye and salt to begin kneading the dough.

After a minute of kneading, the flour turned into a smooth dough, while his hands remained clean without a speck of flour.

While letting the dough rest, he prepared the topping; needing speed and flavor, scallion oil noodles were an excellent choice.

He sliced green onion into long strands, swiftly cutting without making a sound as the knife stopped upon touching the board—a testament to Wang Fan’s control.

Once the rapeseed oil was hot, he added the sliced green onions, releasing a rich aroma that awakened human taste buds.

The onion strands quickly turned golden; Wang Fan turned off the heat, removed them, yet didn’t discard them. Although traditional scallion oil noodles usually don’t include fried onions, Wang Fan believed they were essential.

Picking up the dough, he prepared to make belt noodles.

This type generally requires over three hours of resting the dough, ideally overnight, but lacking time, Wang Fan depended on his skill for the noodle-stretching step. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

He pinched the dough into pieces, rolled them into small strips, flattened them, and pressed lightly in the middle with a rolling pin before placing them on a plate, brushing a layer of oil before continuing to roll the next batch.

Two, three, four layers, neatly placing them until the quantity seemed sufficient. Then, starting from the beginning, he pinched several pieces of dough.

Gently stretching the pieces, the dough thinned as he stretched and gently slapped it onto the board, making a faint "biangbiang" sound, consciously quieter than the surrounding rain. The raindrops on the awning drowned out the cooking noises.

The hand-sized dough stretched longer and longer, stopping only when Wang Fan fully extended his arms. At that moment, the water in the pot boiled, and he placed the noodles in it.

The sequence was seamless—from stretching to boiling took just ten seconds.

All noodles were stretched and boiled, as Zhuo Qianqian approached with a bowl of fresh baby bok choy.

The bok choy went in to boil with the noodles, and long chopsticks kept stirring. After topping up the water three times, he fished out the belt-like noodles.

Shaanxi has some peculiar traditions, like belt-like noodles; without them, the dish isn’t authentic.