CHAPTER 262: CHAPTER 262 DELICIOUS PORK OFFAL NOODLES, AN UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER!

The food truck traveled on the empty mountain road.

The huge wind turbines gently rotated tirelessly.

There was always a breeze here, sometimes fierce, sometimes light.

As far as the eye could see, the surrounding scenery was a vibrant, colorful expanse of green, full of life.

It was another day of setting up the stall.

By opening his stall, Jiang Feng got to see the landscapes of different places, experience the local customs and culture, and witness the myriad states of human life.

It really felt like traveling.

Soon, the food truck stopped at the platform.

Today, Jiang Feng introduced a new dish: Pork Offal Rice Noodles.

Despite the word ’offal’ in its name, Pork Offal Rice Noodles were actually not dirty at all, but extremely tender instead.

The preparation was simple: fry fresh pork intestines with scallions, ginger, garlic, and bean paste, then add water to make a rich stock, and prepare tender and delicious duck blood.

To eat it, cook the rice noodles in the stock, lift them out into a bowl, then add fresh and soft pork intestines, smooth duck blood, and some garlic shoots from the stock, and it’s ready.

This was a local specialty rice noodle dish from Wenzhou, a dream come true for those who loved intestines.

The culinary culture of China is profound and extensive, with dozens, if not hundreds, of ways to prepare noodle dishes alone.

Then, Jiang Feng quietly waited for customers to arrive.

Not far away, down the mountain road, a girl with a slightly tanned complexion and an excellent figure, dressed in mountaineering clothes and wearing a straw hat, was walking while photographing the scenery.

This girl was named Xu Wenling, a photography enthusiast and a contracted photographer for a geography magazine.

She loved photography and often braved mountains and rivers just to capture breathtaking photos.

In those days, the photography industry was very competitive. Many people tried to earn money through this craft by opening studios near scenic areas or simply doing freelance photography.

For example, there were many such photographers around Erhai Lake.

Xu Wenling was not just any photographer. She had strong professional knowledge, had won photography awards early on, and also had a blog where she posted her photos.

If a business wanted to use them, they had to pay her a copyright fee.

Her photos were always very unique and popular in her field, and she was a fairly well-known photographer.

On platforms like Weibo and Little Red Book, she had a large number of followers.

She also took specific natural landscape shots to send to magazines.

In her life, she was carefree and loved freedom, mainly because she earned enough money that she didn’t have to struggle for a living.

Xu Wenling held a camera in her hand, but the lens cap was still on.

She looked around.

The scenery here was beautiful, with the windmills turning and the vegetation swaying.

But in her eyes, this scenery still lacked something—it lacked a theme, lacked charm.

Xu Wenling had come here today to capture the feeling of "wind."

The wind farms beyond the wilderness, if enhanced with some filters, could still make for good shots.

However, after looking around, she hadn’t found any scenery particularly worth shooting.

Rather ordinary.

And so, she continued up the mountain road.

Her car was parked at the base of the mountain, and she had chosen to hike up this time.

Accustomed to trekking in the wilderness, she had excellent Staminia, so she didn’t find it particularly strenuous.

As she ascended, she occasionally took out her camera to aim at the wind turbines in the distance.

After taking a few shots and looking at them, she was always dissatisfied.

"PHEW!"

"There’s no feeling at all!"

Xu Wenling sighed.

Sometimes photography also needed inspiration, a momentary spark.

But even after watching the wind turbines for a long time, she didn’t feel anything.

Xu Wenling continued to climb.

Often, she would shoot for an entire day, and all her photos would turn out to be "duds," none of them stunning. This was a normal occurrence.

She was used to it.

Just as she reached the platform midway up the mountain, Xu Wenling saw a sight that took her by surprise.

It was a food truck.

A light-colored cartoon bus.

The side of the food truck had an open window, and a man wearing an apron was bustling about there.

A few customers were gathered in front of the food truck.

It was a place amidst towering mountains dotted with windmills, far from the city. A miraculous food truck had appeared.

The stark contrast between the natural landscape and this human element made the scene utterly unique.

Xu Wenling was instantly moved.

She quickly took out her camera and began shooting in the direction of the food truck.

After taking a few photos, she felt the angle wasn’t good enough. So, camera in hand, she hurried further up the mountain road.

This scene would have more impact if shot from above.

And I need to zoom out.

I need to capture the mountains, the windmills, Jiang Feng’s food truck, and the surrounding customers.

The food truck wouldn’t take up much space in the photo, but it would undoubtedly be the main subject.

Anyone who saw this photo would have their gaze drawn straight to the food truck.

After taking several sets of photos, Xu Wenling opened her camera’s gallery to review them.

The photos had a wonderful feel to them.

Even better than she had anticipated.

She had originally intended to shoot "natural landscapes," but by a twist of fate, she had captured a "cultural landscape."

Such photos were even rarer.

Xu Wenling was very satisfied with these photos, even considering them to be the best she had captured recently.

She smiled, thoroughly excited.

In her view, this evocative photo was good enough to enter a national photography contest.

At that moment, Xu Wenling seemed to realize something.

This food truck... it looks a bit familiar?

The person in the food truck... could it be... Boss Jiang?

Xu Wenling was slow on the uptake.

She hadn’t thought about it earlier.

Only after looking at the photos for a while did she realize she knew the person in the food truck.

Boss Jiang.

The chef who traveled around setting up stalls to sell his delicious food, the owner who dreamed of establishing restaurants featuring the Eight Great Cuisines of China.

Jiang Feng was well-known online, and even those who didn’t follow him closely had heard of him to some extent.

Because news about him was popular among netizens, there were many who liked him.

"It really is him!"

"Oh my gosh!"

After Xu Wenling confirmed the man in the food truck was Jiang Feng, she was overjoyed and ran toward the platform, camera in hand.

"What a coincidence!"

Today is really my lucky day! To encounter the renowned Boss Jiang in such a remote wilderness!

Jiang Feng’s food was incredibly popular, and getting a taste of it was extremely difficult.

Many people had shared that if you went late, you wouldn’t even get to eat after queuing.

Moreover, he often changed locations, and nobody knew where he would pop up next.

He appeared and disappeared like a phantom.

Many people said he was like a "randomly spawning food NPC."

Seeing him, all you had to do was pay and collect the delicious food.

This time, Jiang Feng had "spawned" at a wind farm in the middle of nowhere.

In this place, there were more windmills than people; normally, no food stalls would ever set up here.

Xu Wenling quickly arrived at Jiang Feng’s stand.

She looked at Jiang Feng with a glint of happiness in her eyes and said with surprise,

"Boss Jiang, it really is you! I could hardly believe my eyes!"

"I can’t believe I’m meeting you here!"

Jiang Feng looked at her.

Xu Wenling had an excellent figure with a hint of athleticism. Her overall style leaned towards outdoor fashion, giving her a free-spirited air.

Jiang Feng answered politely, "Hello."

"I really didn’t expect to find you here; I thought it was quite curious to see a food truck in this spot."

"I’m an outdoor photographer, and I love taking outdoor shots. Your food truck looked particularly unique out here by the wind farm, so I took several pictures of it," Xu Wenling said openly.

As she spoke, she turned on her camera and showed Jiang Feng the photos she had taken.

The girl was very enthusiastic.

Jiang Feng glanced at the camera and saw the food truck surrounded by majestic mountains.

He had to admit, the photo indeed possessed a unique charm. It possessed the tranquility of "picking chrysanthemums beneath the eastern fence" and the solitude of "angling alone in the snowy river."

The photo was well taken.

"That’s a beautiful shot, really nice!" Jiang Feng praised openly.

"Boss Jiang, I want to use this photo to enter a national photography contest, is that okay?"

"Although the person in the photo isn’t clearly visible, everyone will surely know it’s you. I’m just worried about any potential disputes."

"If I win any prize money, I’m willing to share it with you," Xu Wenling added.

"I don’t mind about the photography contest, just don’t use it for other commercial purposes," Jiang Feng replied.

"You can rest assured on that. I won’t sell the copyright for this photo," she replied.

"Alright."

Xu Wenling turned towards the food truck and said,

"Boss Jiang, I’ll have a bowl of Pork Offal Rice Noodles."

"Okay, just a moment."

Jiang Feng got busy.

He put the rice noodles in a strainer and submerged them in the boiling stock to cook.

After a few minutes, once the rice noodles were cooked, he simply tipped them from the strainer into a bowl.

The chewy and elastic rice noodles were ready.

Then, Jiang Feng ladled a spoonful of the pork intestines, which had been stir-fried with bean paste, briefly dipped them in the stock, and then poured them over the rice noodles in the bowl.

He also added a few slices of fresh duck blood.

Duck blood complemented the rice noodles particularly well.

Finally, he ladled the rich stock over everything and sprinkled it with garlic shoots.

On the table were chili, vinegar, bean paste, and other condiments for customers to add according to their own taste.

Just like that, a bowl of Pork Offal Rice Noodles was ready.

As simple as Pork Offal Rice Noodles might sound, there were quite a few techniques involved in preparing them.

If prepared well, without any gamy smell from the offal, they were exceptionally fragrant.

Xu Wenling was a fan of pork intestines, especially dishes like pork intestine noodles or braised pork intestines; she loved them all.

She had a preference for strongly flavored foods.

Now, having finished shooting a set of photos, she could also enjoy a bowl of Pork Offal Rice Noodles made by the master chef. Today’s outing was simply perfect.

Xu Wenling took her bowl of Pork Offal Rice Noodles and found a place to sit.

She added some chili and a spoonful of bean paste, then used her chopsticks to thoroughly mix the condiments, pork intestines, and duck blood with the rice noodles.

After stirring everything well, she picked up a large clump of rice noodles with her chopsticks.

The rice noodles in the Pork Offal Rice Noodles were exceptionally chewy, thick, and robust.

For those accustomed to eating thinner noodles, these might even seem uncooked.

But that was precisely the desired texture: thick and elastic.

Thick and resilient.

Lifting the rice noodles with her chopsticks, she could even feel their weight pressing down on her wrist.

Taking a large mouthful, her mouth was filled with the rice noodles.

The finishing touch was the aroma of the garlic shoots.

The rice noodles and garlic shoots were a great match, somehow always better than scallions.

Xu Wenling took a large bite of the rice noodles. The rich stock spread through her mouth, its flavor exceptionally fragrant.

The rice noodles were particularly substantial and incredibly satisfying to eat.

The best part, however, was the pork intestines. Each segment was impeccably clean, possessing only a savory, fresh aroma and taste.

He truly is a master chef; the things he makes are on another level.

Xu Wenling had never tasted Pork Offal Rice Noodles this delicious before.

She gazed at Jiang Feng.

Xu Wenling had heard stories about Jiang Feng. As someone who cherished freedom and an unrestrained life, in her eyes, Jiang Feng was undoubtedly just like her—a kindred spirit.

So, she did like Jiang Feng somewhat.

Of course, it was merely the kind of admiration one might have for a public figure known through the internet.

Now, seeing Jiang Feng in person, Xu Wenling felt that admiration becoming more tangible.

Jiang Feng seemed even more personable than when she had seen him online.

"Boss, that girl keeps looking at you," Sun Zhuangfei, standing beside Jiang Feng with his eyes fixed on the cutting board, reminded him in a low voice.

"Mind your own work," Jiang Feng cautioned, his lips barely moving as he spoke in a low tone.