Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 724 Great Xia Stir-fry, Fragrant and Stirring the Holy City

Wang Qiang jumped out of the driver's seat and pressed the remote control.

A slight mechanical sound was heard, the side panels of the carriage slowly lowered, the support frame automatically landed, the sunshade popped out, and the sales window rose.

The folding stove, worktable, and freezer extend out in sequence.

In less than two minutes, the ordinary trailer truck was transformed into a clean and bright mobile kitchen.

The holy human civilians passing by all stopped in their tracks.

"Is this a magic chariot?"

"I don't see the magic circle."

A young man in an apprentice's robe stared at the carriage and hesitated:

"Unlike magic, I didn't sense any obvious elemental fluctuations."

"Then how did it move by itself?"

"I heard that the people of Daxia don't use magic; they use something called technology."

The crowd grew larger and larger.

During this period, goods from the Great Xia Dynasty have flowed into the Holy City through merchants of the Holy Human Race.

Mirrors, tissues, toothbrushes, cosmetics, stockings, and small accessories have all become the latest trendy items in aristocratic circles.

Ordinary people can't buy them; they're all sold out, but that doesn't stop them from being curious.

Now that two people from Daxia have driven their car right to the market entrance and turned the iron house into a kitchen, who wouldn't want to take a closer look?

Wang Qiang moved out folding tables and chairs, dusted off imaginary dust from his hands, and looked around with satisfaction.

The stove light is on, and the freezer is open.

The fume purifier is also operating normally.

But he always felt that something was missing.

As Li Wen moved out the last folding table, she reminded him:

"What are you standing there for? Bring the screen out!"

Wang Qiang slapped his forehead.

"Yes, yes, the signboard!"

This isn't Daxia; nobody can understand the Chinese signs here.

He quickly moved a portable display screen out of the carriage, connected it to the terminal, and entered the menu.

A few seconds later, the screen automatically switched to Terra Common Text.

[Special Jiangxi-style stir-fries and bread/pastries]

The menu items and prices are displayed in a scrolling scrolling format below.

Steamed pork with rice, five copper coins.

Stir-fried green peppers and pork over rice, three copper coins.

Lotus Blood Duck Rice Bowl, five copper coins.

Fried rice with egg and meat, two copper coins.

Stir-fried mushrooms over rice, three copper coins.

Honey bread, one copper coin.

Butter tart, one copper coin.

Iced beer, one copper coin.

A typical civilian of the Holy Human race earns about three or four gold coins a month, with one gold coin roughly equal to one hundred copper coins.

A meal costs two to five copper coins, which is not cheap.

But it's okay to grit your teeth and try something new.

The onlookers immediately started talking loudly when they saw the photos of the dishes on the screen.

"What is this red thing? It looks scary."

Why is the meat slice glowing?

"It's not shining, it's glossy."

"That little golden cup looks like a dessert served at a noble tea party."

"The price doesn't seem outrageously expensive."

Not far away, a vendor selling rye bread curled his lip in disapproval.

"Things from outsiders, all flashy and gaudy."

"Iron-plated vehicles and flashy signs—can you really come up with something fancy for a meal?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was just enough for those around him to hear.

Many people were initially eager to try, but hesitated after hearing the explanation.

After all, this is unfamiliar food.

Wang Qiang wasn't in a hurry.

Anyone in the food service industry knows that the first pot of food is the most important factor in whether a stall can make money.

Finally, a young carpenter wearing a coarse cloth shirt squeezed to the front and pointed to the green pepper and pork rice bowl on the screen.

"This, three copper coins?"

The translation came through Wang Qiang's earpiece, and he immediately nodded with a smile.

"Yes, three copper coins, one serving of rice and one serving of vegetables, freshly cooked and eaten immediately."

The terminal simultaneously translated his words into Terran Common Language.

The young carpenter felt his purse, took out three copper coins, and said:

"I'll have one."

The first order has arrived.

Wang Qiang's spirits lifted, and he opened fire immediately.

Heat the wok, add oil, and then slide the marinated meat slices into the wok.

Shila-

The aroma of oil exploded instantly.

Minced garlic, chili peppers, soy sauce, and fermented black beans are then added to the pot.

As the spatula flipped the food, the intense aroma, like an invisible hand, directly captivated the noses of the entire street.

The rye bread vendor, who had just been pursing his lips, froze.

The woman who was picking out vegetables stopped.

Even the patrolling soldiers passing by subconsciously slowed down.

"What does this taste like?"

"It's a bit pungent, but why does it smell so good?"

"It smells so good! I wasn't hungry before, but now I am."

Li Wen was also busy.

Instead of kneading the dough from scratch on the spot, she took out pre-fermented refrigerated dough, semi-finished egg tart shells, and small bread dough.

Brush with egg wash, sprinkle with sesame seeds, and push into the mini oven.

A few minutes later, the aroma of butter, honey, and wheat wafted out from the other side of the food cart.

It just so happened to coincide with the aroma of chili and meat in Wang Qiang's pot.

One of them smelled so strong it made you sneeze.

One is so sweet and gentle, you just want to pick it up and take a bite.

The crowd was completely unable to move.

The young carpenter was a little nervous when the first serving of stir-fried green peppers and pork over rice was served.

He usually eats mostly dark bread and roasted meat, and rarely does he see such a shiny, piping hot meal served with what is called white rice.

Wang Qiang thoughtfully handed him a pair of chopsticks and a spoon.

"If you can't use chopsticks, use a spoon."

After listening to the translation, the young carpenter picked up a spoon and scooped up a mouthful.

The meat slices, chili peppers, and rice are eaten together.

The next second, he froze.

The spiciness hits first, like a small flame exploding on the tip of the tongue.

But before he could even frown, the aroma of meat, soy sauce, and the subtle sweetness of rice pressed in again.

He had never eaten spicy food before, and sweat immediately began to bead on his forehead, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Those around him asked nervously:

"How is it?"

The young carpenter didn't answer. He lowered his head and scooped up another large spoonful, then a third...

After finishing half a plate of rice, he finally raised his head and shouted:

"Phew—water! I need water!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiang quickly asked:

"Would you like a drink, or an ice-cold beer? Beer is one copper coin."

The young carpenter glanced at the golden liquid emitting cold air in the transparent bottle next to him, and then took out a copper coin.

"this!"

Wang Qiang opened the bottle cap and handed it over.

The young carpenter tilted his head back and took a big gulp.

The icy beer slid down my throat, suppressing the spiciness and bringing up the malty aroma.

He let out a long, comfortable breath and slammed his hand on the table.

"One more, please!"

The crowd erupted in uproar upon hearing this.

The rye bread vendor opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

The veteran mercenary squeezed to the front.

"Give me one too!"

"I want the egg and meat fried rice!"

"I want mushrooms without meat!"

"Dessert! That little golden round cup!"

"Give me a bottle of that ice-cold beer too!"

Wang Qiang and Li Wen exchanged a glance, both seeing barely suppressed excitement in each other's eyes.

It became.

The ten folding tables were quickly filled.

Later arrivals had nowhere to sit, so they simply stood by the roadside and ate, holding their paper bowls.

Wang Qiang's spatula movements were so powerful they almost left afterimages.

Stir-fried pork, egg fried noodles, meat fried rice, stir-fried pork with green peppers, and stir-fried mushrooms—one pot after another is served, their aroma filling the entire street.

These local incense sticks have mesmerized.