Zhang Yanping came back with Sweet Potato on a tricycle. He saw empty cartons piled up in the corner of the yard, and Xin Jun was slowly filling the boxes with the list.
Probably because everyone is anxious to place an order and pay as soon as possible, today's 100 orders are basically one order, which saves a lot of worry when packing.
But Zhang Yanping didn't pay attention to the list, and just asked curiously: "Brother Zhang didn't take it with you?"
Xin Jun glanced at him: "He stared at the computer for half an hour and found that there were no sales, so he went back worried."
Can you not be worried? This is obviously because the God of Wealth has declined in strength and can no longer sell things. For his small business, this is a huge loss!
Zhang Yanping smiled guiltily: "Aren't I... aren't I giving Qiao Qiaoshui some live broadcast time?"
Xin Jun was watching the live broadcast the whole time, and now he looked at him with a smile but not a smile: "You can sell the goods first, and then treat Dabai to afternoon tea."
Zhang Yanping definitely couldn't say that he had forgotten it because of his nonsense. At this moment, he asked him: "What about... do you eat sweet potatoes? Let me tell you, they are delicious! If you eat them, I will give you a big one!"
Xin Jun responded lukewarmly, and then ordered: "Peel the skin."
Zhang Yanping looked at the stack of express delivery orders in his hand, felt guilty and short of breath, and quickly accepted.
It was getting dark quickly now, and the detour from other villages was quite troublesome. Brother Zhang was not impatient, but he didn't want to delay any longer, so he left early.
Alas, if we talk about road construction, it would be great if it could be built overnight!
…
It was obviously impossible to repair it overnight, but the engineering team was full of energy and worked hard. Tuesday Bao, who was building the road, looked at the vast sky and couldn't help but fish again and sent a message:
"We have potato stew here tonight, what do you want to eat?"
It took a while for his brother to reply:
"Tonight is simple, steamed buns with cabbage paste."
At that moment, Zhou Zhoubao almost laughed out loud - hahahahaha! Finally one day my food supply surpassed yours!
Humph, the boss in the mountain must be so desperate that he can’t bear to give out any more good food, right? He visited several construction sites, but he knew the tricks of these bosses!
The contractor will never look for someone with particularly good craftsmanship. If the craftsmanship is good, the workers will have more to eat. If you eat too much, won’t your food bills go up?
All capitalists in the world are like this!
But when I secretly took a look at the chef's incisive knife skills on the large stove, he was stunned to cut the pork belly as thin as cicada wings, as if he was afraid that someone would notice it when he put it in his mouth.
Thinking about the picture of braised fish nuggets that my brother sent me yesterday, I can’t help but drool.
At this moment, the other party sent another link:
"Master Jiang in our kitchen said that he learned it from Master Song of Yamashita, and he is also doing live broadcasts - just show how to make cabbage soup. Take a look."
"No more chatting, it's time for me to rest."
Taking back the phone, Zhou Zhoubao felt sour again. You are all working on the construction site, how come you still have serious rest time? Isn't it possible to take advantage of the opportunity to fish, and fish for a while?
But he doesn’t have to touch it today.
At this time, the work at hand was over, and the next procedures were planned. It happened to be dark, and they who were building roads simply stopped working.
It's time for heavy machinery construction tonight, so they can get off the early shift.
Like Zhou Zhoubao, there were other people who couldn't go home. Everyone gathered together and saw him staring at his phone and couldn't help but wonder:
"We have dinner later. If you don't hurry back, what are you looking at here?"
Tuesday Bao clicked on the link and replied casually:
"I told you before that my co-worker's food was good, and their chef started a live broadcast today about making cabbage soup."
"I guess their food will become worse from now on."
During this period, he often showed pictures of other people's food to everyone. Now that he said this, some people immediately felt sad:
"Cabbage soup...it's chilly tonight, it would be nice to have a bowl of hot soup."
"Why are you drinking cabbage soup all of a sudden? Do you think there is so much oil and water every day that they are tired of eating meat?"
"Hey, the cabbage soup doesn't look good. I've been tired from working all day, and I don't like eating anything light."
But while everyone was talking, they surrounded him and went to the work shed.
Look at the chef who is a relative of the contractor in front of him - I don’t know where he found Wolong Fengxiao, but they only stole the rice they cook!
Everyone returned to the simple work shed to rest in twos and threes, and the chef in front had just started cutting potatoes.
Alas, cabbage, potatoes, and onions—oh, because the chef is not very skilled and doesn’t like cutting onions, they haven’t eaten them yet.
Everyone lost their appetite after seeing it, but they were still hungry, so they simply came over:
"Come on, Erbao, turn on your phone and let's see how the cabbage soup is made."
Jiang Xiaokang really plans to make cabbage soup tonight.
The temperature on the mountain is low, the sun is shining during the day, and everyone wears short-sleeves while working. But at night, even a thick coat is not enough!
Even if he stayed in the kitchen, he would feel cold all over as soon as he went out.
So Chef Jiang thought: On a day like this, it’s time to drink hot soup!
No, he wrote the menu last night and asked someone to deliver it. Now that his mobile phone is in front of him, he is also unfamiliar and starting to imitate others as an anchor.
Not trying to make money, just being alone is boring.
His daughter has gone to college, and the better dormitory here has not yet been built. He didn't ask his wife to come over. There are aunties Zhai Xiaofeng who occasionally come to help in the kitchen, so he has to pay attention to it.
It’s just this live broadcast angle, with no background, no close-ups, no close-ups, and no filters.
It's just an ordinary staff canteen, with an ordinary perspective. Occasionally, he himself is in the shot, and he's not even wearing work clothes - by the way, the Song family doesn't even have such a thing!
As a result, the live broadcast is not interesting, so it has been two days since it started and there are only a few fans.
But for workers like Tuesday Bao, this is the real thing! Only in this way can they feel as if they themselves have eaten such food.
So everyone came forward and marveled:
"This cafeteria is so big!"
"That's right! This kitchen is so clean. Look at the wall. It's snow-white, and the firewood hasn't even smoked it through."
"Look at how clean the floor is! It's definitely not sticky to your feet at all."
A group of old men working on a construction site are naturally rough and not too particular, but this does not mean that they are not greedy for other people's attention to detail.
Nowadays, everyone is chatting, and listening to the sound of potatoes being cut outside, it seems that it is not so unbearable anymore.
In the camera, Jiang Xiaokang is skillfully holding down the cabbage on the chopping board, and then he uses the old kitchen knife in his hand like a peerless magic weapon. He only hears the sound of "scratching", and the layers of cabbage leaves are... The child was cut into thin strands from the white and moist pole, revealing the cut that was full of moisture.
Followed by yellow-green leaves...
While Jiang Xiaokang was cutting cabbage, he tilted the knife on the chopping board and quickly gathered the pile of shredded cabbage into a large stainless steel basin.
He thought about it and decided to say something:
"As for the food at the construction site, the boss said you can eat whatever you want, but we chefs have to think carefully and do what we can. If we make meat, we have to have one meat and one vegetarian. If we make vegetarian, we have to bring shredded meat...it can't be called We can’t eat well, and we can’t spend money carelessly.”
"It's cold at night in the mountains, so let's make some hot cabbage soup tonight."
As he spoke, he nodded with satisfaction: "This Chinese cabbage is not in season yet, and it's very expensive. It costs 1 yuan and a half per pound. It's better than freshness."
While he was talking, Zhai Xiaofeng had already finished cleaning another pot of cabbage and was bringing it to him. Jiang Xiaokang stretched out his hand to grab one. He picked up the knife and chopped it into pieces and threw it away.
Then the sound of "squeaking" continued,
Soon he cut the whole vegetable into shreds. Just like this one after another, it was obviously a very boring action, but it made everyone sitting in the work shed fascinated.
Listen to this rhythm: rub rub rub rub.
Listen to the rhythm of potatoes being chopped outside...
The potato slices are thin enough to transmit light and thick enough to be used as tiles. After working for so many days, there is no progress at all. How can there be any rhythm?
Not following the rhythm of four or six.
…
The cabbage is cut.
Three large basins full of shredded cabbage were neatly placed on the equally spacious table, and here, Jiang Xiaokang gave an order: "Light the fire."
On the other side of the camera, where no one could see it, Zhai Xiaofeng had skillfully inserted the fire tongs into the stove, fiddled with it a few times, then filled it with a handful of leaves, and the flames immediately started burning.
And she struck while the iron was hot, found a few branches of even thickness to put in, and asked again:
"Are the two stoves next to them going to be burned together?"
They cook at the construction site, and because there are always more people coming to eat, the portions are always very large. In the past, those three giant pots were used to cook the food together.
"Let's burn it. Let's burn it on the two stoves over there."
Jiang Xiaokang ordered.
Zhai Xiaofeng nodded and repeated the previous steps without saying a word.
Jiang Xiaokang stood there silently, waiting quietly for a while, and then poured the entire bag of flour into three large pots.
Then she took a shovel and stir-fried, and at the same time ordered:
"Lower the fire."
"Don't be in a hurry when frying."
After giving these instructions, he seemed to remember that he was live broadcasting, so he quickly explained:
"I want this cabbage soup to be thick, so we need to make some dough balls at the bottom. But it's troublesome to make the dough balls because there's a lot of flour... Just stir-fry it like this, and then add cold water and cook it directly into a paste."
But here, the workers in the work shed looked at each other and said in confusion:
"Didn't you say cabbage soup? Why did you fry the flour first?"
Everyone frowned and commented decently:
"I know, fry the flour, then dip it in the shredded cabbage and fry it in the pan - isn't this the same as coating it in bread crumbs?"
is that so?
Tuesday Bao thought for a while. Cabbage soup shouldn’t need to be fried, right?
They were thinking that the flour over there seemed to be almost fried, but Jiang Xiaokang took back his hand and ordered Zhai Xiaofeng, who was sitting in front of the stove again: "Add half a pot of cold water to the pot, stir slowly, stir well Already."
Zhai Xiaofeng agreed happily.
She knew that this was Master Jiang's special purpose to give advice because he saw that she was not good at raising children alone!
At this end, Jiang Xiaokang took the mobile phone holder and moved it to the two stoves on the back. The fire in the stove had just started, and now the white walls were dancing with orange light.
But he was not in a hurry, he just raised his hand to test the temperature of the pot, and without saying a word, he directly picked up a large bucket of oil under the eyes of everyone in the live broadcast room.
Everyone:! ! !
"Look, I told you, this must be deep-fried!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xiaokang put the oil aside and dragged two stainless steel basins from a distance.
There is a basket full of eggs in each of the basins. He was holding an egg with one hand, and just knocked it gently on the basin. He didn't know how his fingers moved. With a "click", the egg shell split into two, and the egg white and yolk inside slid smoothly into the pot. In the basin.
The two hands moved at the same time, without any stumbling, and the whole scene seemed to be accelerated.
Take another look at the eggs, they are almost ready for a bowl.
But at this moment, no one wanted to witness the chef’s skills. They only said sadly:
"How willing to give it up!"
I don't know who murmured, but everyone in the work shed nodded.
The oil in the pot seemed to be hot, but Jiang Xiaokang did not panic at all and instead took
Take a large spoon and moisten the sides of each large pot.
Here I got a large electric egg beater from somewhere. It buzzed and turned, and the whole bowl of eggs was beaten silky and evenly.
Everyone in the live broadcast room felt a little weird for no reason.
Until someone sighed:
"I thought chefs relied on manual labor and apprenticeships to do everything... I never thought they would use a whisk!"
Another person laughed at him: "Then ask other chefs if they know how to use a rice cooker?"
The oil in the pot had begun to crackle. Jiang Xiaokang took a large spoon and scooped up eggs one by one and added them to the pot. He only heard a "chi la" sound and gurgling oil was poured into each pot. .
Just wait for a moment for the oil to heat up, and then pour in a full 1/3 of the pot of eggs!
The egg expands rapidly with the high temperature of the oil, taking on the soft color of the yolk. It is stirred up mercilessly by a large spoon, and then quickly expands, becomes burnt, turns yellow, and exudes a tangy aroma.
Everyone in the work shed here has begun to swallow their saliva.
"Didn't you say cabbage soup? Why do you still have fried eggs?"
"There are so many eggs, wait a minute, can each person scoop a spoon?"
"Good boy! You said such a good thing, why don't you let us meet it?"
"That's right! The chef didn't even peel the potatoes the day before yesterday. He was afraid that I would eat two more and give them to the foreman and he would go bankrupt!"
Others were indignant: "This contractor is dishonest. We won't follow him next time. In what age are there still people like this who are trying to get money... I haven't seen him in several years."
"That's right, stingy people are crazy. People like this will complain about their misery if they don't get rich!"
Amidst the mutterings of a group of men, the scrambled eggs in the pot were put into a large basin, followed by the next pot.
So many eggs, so many eggs, so many eggs...
Even though everyone saw it when I was cracking eggs, now the eggs are swollen, hot, and fragrant...
The feeling is different.
