Wang Fan never considered himself a saint, but having been in the rain himself, he found it hard not to reach out when he saw someone else getting drenched. He didn't have any grand ideas, just hoped that through his help, there might be a little less suffering in the world, or at least one more warm family.
Xu Hong's eyes were a bit red, already filled with tears. Setting up such a stall left no money left, and she couldn't afford the high franchise fees and definitely couldn't go for training. She could only rely on her experience cooking and the haphazard methods she'd learned by peeking and copying.
"3 pounds of chicken racks, 1 piece of fermented bean curd, 30 grams of crushed raw garlic to marinate, 5 minutes before frying, drench 5 grams of rice wine and 5 grams of pepper per pound, mix flour and starch at a 1:1 ratio..."
At this moment, the cold wind was still blowing, but the thin A4 paper in his hand felt burning hot.
