Zhang Yanping sat on a tricycle and came back with Sweet Potato. He saw empty cartons piled up in the corner of the yard, and Xin Jun was slowly filling them with orders.
Probably because everyone is anxious to place orders 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 went back worried when he found that there was no sales."
Can you not be worried? This is obviously because the God of Wealth has declined in strength and cannot sell his things. For his small business, this is a huge loss!
Zhang Yanping smiled guiltily: "Aren't I... aren't I giving Qiao Qiao Shui some live broadcast time?"
Xin Jun was watching the live broadcast the whole time, and now he looked at him with a half-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 the order.
It's getting dark quickly now, and the detour from other villages is quite troublesome. It's not that Brother Zhang is impatient, but he leaves early because he doesn't want to delay any longer.
Alas, if we talk about road construction, it would be great if it could be built overnight!
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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. Tonight is steamed buns with cabbage paste."
At that moment, Zhou Zhoubao almost laughed out loud - Hahahahaha! Finally one day my food supply will surpass yours!
Huh, the boss in the mountain must be so desperate that he can't bear to give out good food anymore, right? He has traveled to several construction sites, but he knows the routines 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 they eat more to eat, won’t the food expenses 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.
And at this moment, the other party sent another one
"Master Jiang in our kitchen said that he learned from Master Song at Shanxia, and he is also doing live broadcasts - just show how to make cabbage soup, you can see."
"No more chatting, it's time for me to rest."
Taking back the mobile phone, Zhou Zhoubao felt sour again. How come you still have serious rest time when you are working on the construction site? Isn't it possible to take advantage of the opportunity to fish, just for a while?
But he doesn't need 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 start 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 headed towards the work shed.
Look at the chef who is a relative of the contractor in front of me - I don’t know where I 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."
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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 when working. But at night, 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 cell phone is in front of him, he is also unfamiliar and starting to imitate others as an anchor.
I'm not trying to make money, I'm just bored alone.
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 usually has to pay attention.
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 real! This makes them feel as if they themselves are eating such food.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! So everyone came forward and marveled:
"This cafeteria is so big!"
"That's right! This kitchen is so clean. Look at that wall. It's snow-white, and the firewood hasn't even smoked through it."
"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 "wiping, wiping, wiping", and the layers of cabbage leaves are...
It was cut into thin strands from the white and moist pole, revealing the cut with abundant 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 cabbage shreds 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 about it 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
If you can’t eat well, you 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's only 1 yuan and a half per pound, but it's better than freshness."
Just as he was talking, Zhai Xiaofeng had already finished cleaning another pot of cabbage and was bringing it to him. Jiang Xiaokang reached out to grab one, raised the knife in his hand, chopped off the cabbage and threw it away.
Then the sound of "wiping, wiping, wiping" continued, and soon he cut the whole vegetable into shreds. Just like this one after another, it was obviously a very boring action, but it made the people sitting in the work shed do it.
Everyone was fascinated by it.
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.
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The cabbage is cut.
Three large basins full of shredded cabbage were 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 can see it, Zhai Xiaofeng has 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 also burning 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, the three giant pots were cooked together.
"Let's burn it. Let's also 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:
"If you want this cabbage soup to be thick, we need to make some dough balls at the bottom. However, if you add too much flour, it will be troublesome to make the dough balls... 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, shouldn’t deep-fried cabbage soup be necessary?
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 Master Jiang came here 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 fried!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xiaokang put the oil aside and dragged two stainless steel basins from a distance.
There were baskets full of eggs on either side of the basin. He was holding an egg in one hand and lightly knocked it on the basin. He didn't know how his fingers moved. With a "click" sound, the egg shell clicked.
Divide it into two, and the egg white and yolk inside slide smoothly into the basin.
The two hands moved at the same time, without any stumbling, and the whole scene seemed to be accelerated.
Look at the eggs again, they are almost ready to be beaten.
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. Instead, he picked up a large spoon and moistened 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, then pour in a full 1/3 of the pot of eggs!
The eggs expand rapidly with the high oil temperature, taking on the soft color of egg yolks, which are then ruthlessly stirred up with a large spoon, and then quickly expand, become burnt, and turn yellow, exuding bursts of 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. Can each person shovel a spoonful of them?"
"Good boy! Why don't you let us meet such a good thing?"
"That's right! The cook didn't even peel the potatoes the day before yesterday. He was afraid that I would eat two more for the foreman and go bankrupt!"
Others were indignant: "This contractor is unreasonable. We won't follow him next time. In what age is there such a money-grabbing person... I haven't seen him in several years."
"It's just that he is stingy and stingy like crazy. This kind of people 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 poured 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...
