Serve a little when you eat, but actually bring a portion to everyone when you make it.
Outside the camera, Yao Yuan and Zhang Yin were holding small bowls and eating watermelon jelly with spoons. Zhang Yin took a few bites, tasted it, and suddenly said: "Isn't this just watermelon jelly?"
"Well, beat the watermelon into juice, mix it with agar, freeze it to set the shape, and then pour some sand sugar (pear sugar). It is said to be an old Beijing sweet drink, but in fact it is just that. The emphasis is on manual operation and human touch.
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Watermelon jelly is originally a local jelly. It is impossible to say how delicious it is, but sometimes people pursue it because they think it has a unique style.
Japan is the leader in this area. An old man made a rice ball with his hands, put a piece of fish on it, and called it the God of Sushi!
Yao Yuan ate and gestured to Yu Qian. Yu Qian was really happy eating the eggplant noodles. He slurped down a big bowl, wiped his mouth, and saw that the two people had finished eating, so he started talking casually.
"Pan Pan is 19 years old this year?"
"Yeah, born in 1985."
"My uncle is 55 years old, which is a difference of 30 years."
"Isn't it exactly 30% off..."
Zheng Xiusheng looked at the table, eating quite happily, and said with a smile: "The big plate is all gone. This child is very good. Her bowl must be six or seven taels. I think she can still eat another bowl. It's edible."
What?"
"Yes, I can eat it."
Pan Pan said embarrassedly.
"Hey, there's no need to be ashamed. There's nothing to be ashamed of if you can eat. It's a blessing to be able to eat. When I was your age, I would eat two kilograms of noodles per person and I would be hungry in the blink of an eye."
"Yes, you could eat it back then. Did you want to join this industry when you were young?" Yu Qian asked.
"No, no, I was 15 or 16 years old at that time. I was in the third year of junior high school and was about to graduate. There was a saying at that time about understanding the life thoughts of junior high school graduates. One day, a group of people wearing Chinese tunic suits came to the school.
...Then a teacher, who had a very good relationship with my father, said that there was a person from the Capital Hotel, do you want to go?
I don’t understand either. Why are you here at the Jingcheng Hotel?
The teacher said he was here to recruit people."
"Isn't that the current school recruitment fair? Do you want to work after graduating from junior high school?" Pan Pan was very surprised.
"Think about it, it was 1971..."
Zheng Xiusheng gestured with his hands, and just like that, he continued understandingly: "Then we selected more than 20 people for training, and even brought them to the Capital Hotel for us to have a look at.
My home is in the suburbs of Changping. Where have I seen such a splendid place?
Then what do you want to do? Just tell us, say, be a waiter, serve the chairman, serve the prime minister. When I thought about it, this is great, and I can still see the chairman and the prime minister..."
"Oh, you started out as a waiter class?"
"Yes, we trained hundreds of people together. Then one day, the kitchen was really short of manpower for some reason, so I wanted to borrow someone and asked who could cook. It felt like I could show off, so I went.
The conditions were poor at that time. There was nothing else in the canteen. I could steam steamed buns, steamed buns, and steamed rice. I saw that I could do this job, so I started making steamed buns. I finished the big pot of stick noodles by myself. The master came over to take a look and said:
Why is this boss so big?
I said her eyes are so big and familiar."
"Master is also observing you students." Yu Qian promptly complimented.
"That's right, there was no electric rice cooker at that time. They only steamed the rice. My rice was steamed very well, and they asked me to go there the next day. I thought it was bad, I can't be a waiter now!"
"I can't see the chairman anymore!"
"Yes, as expected, after the training, I was assigned to the kitchen. The first task was to clean up the chickens. There were 200 chickens with feathers removed. We were responsible for cleaning up and taking out the intestines and other things.
To be honest, I didn’t even have a full lunch, so I just washed my hands with soap and alkaline water. I felt like they couldn’t be cleaned no matter how hard I washed them. There was always a smell of chicken shit..."
"After working for a few months, I felt that there was no hope and I didn't want to work anymore. My home is in the south entrance of Changping. There is a machinery factory in the south entrance. Many classmates were assigned to the factory. Their wages were higher than mine and they were powerful. The working class led everything.
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I told my mother that I wanted to go into the factory, but my mother just said, if you finally get out, don't come back easily.
I thought it was right, so I stayed with my mind at ease, and that’s how I got into the industry.”
In the afternoon, the courtyard is deep, light and shadow intertwined, soft and quiet.
More than a dozen people at the scene kept the equipment running quietly, listening to Zheng Xiusheng talking about ancient times. Pan Pan was also fascinated, holding his cheek with one arm and resting the other arm on the table.
This is a sign of complete relaxation.
She listened to Uncle Zheng's talk, saying that she first learned Sichuan cuisine, then Huaiyang cuisine, became a head chef in 1990, and took a junior college class at the age of 42 to learn cultural knowledge... Unknowingly, she entered
god.
Yu Qian observed the words and expressions, and asked when he had time: "How is Pan Pan, how do you feel?"
"Well……"
The little chubby girl scratched her head and said, "I just think the uncle is a great person."
"Don't say that. Who am I? I envy you kids. You see, you go to college. College students are better than me at this point. I only have a junior high school education..."
"College degree! College degree!" Yu Qian reminded.
"Hi!"
Zheng Xiusheng shook him off and told him not to mention this.
"But but..."
TV/video programs focus on creating a scene. Once the scene is created, people will unknowingly say something from their heart. Pan Pan took the courage to say:
"I don't think there is anything special about college students. There are so many college students and so many outstanding peers. I just feel that I am very ordinary."
She looked at the two of them, and the other person's eyes were full of encouragement, and then said:
"My family background is very ordinary, I have no special skills, and the school I went to is also very ordinary. Even if I graduate, I don't think I will be able to find a good job, so I am quite stressed.
In today's society, there is always a feeling that young people don't want to think about anything and only pursue fashionable and exciting things, but I and many of my classmates are actually in a very confused state, not knowing what they can do in the future."
"You can't think like that..."
Yu Qian also put himself in, immersed in the scene, and said: "Let me tell you how I feel. Do you think your parents treat you well?
Okay...because you said that your family is ordinary, you can still eat, and you are still so fat. Don't mind what I say. Your parents can still support you in college. I feel that they must do their best to create a life for you.
Conditions, based on this alone, you are better than many people.
And who said you don’t have any special skills? Doesn’t it count if you know how to cook?”
"But, what kind of specialty is cooking? Today's society is developing so rapidly. People of the same age are white-collar workers, go abroad, and start businesses at a young age. Then I cook..."
Pan Pan tells the truth and expresses his feelings.
"I don't like hearing this. Cooking is very ordinary, but if you do an ordinary thing well, you are no longer ordinary. Look at Uncle Zheng..."
Yu Qian threw out his trump card, which he had been hiding before, and said: "I forgot to mention it. Do you know what the uncle is most proud of? Last year, there were more than 600 patients admitted to Xiaotangshan during SARS, plus a thousand medical staff.
Come on, who will cook?
It was Uncle Zheng who hosted it and stayed in Xiaotangshan for 20 days!"
Ouch!
As soon as these words came out, everyone present stood in awe.
The shadow of SARS last year is still in my mind, and the fatality rate is no joke. Those who have fought in Xiaotangshan, even the gatekeepers, can afford to admire them.