Chapter 8

He doesn't want to cause trouble because of a moment of carelessness.

Putting the harvested eggs into the storage space rewarded by the system, Cao Weiguo begins to harvest the ripe wheat.

In the portable farm, Cao Weiguo can "do whatever he wants!"

In a few seconds, the fifty mu of wheat is "harvested with one click!"

Over forty thousand jin of wheat grains pile up into a small hill, emitting a rich wheat fragrance.

Subsequently, Cao Weiguo sows all the peanut seeds obtained from the check-in, and plants wheat again in the other empty spaces.

Finishing the harvest and sowing for this season, Cao Weiguo leaves the farm humming a tune.

Returning to the dark and quiet bedroom, Cao Weiguo falls asleep peacefully.

Sleeping until dawn, Cao Weiguo gets up and gets dressed.

"Ding! Monthly check-in successful!"

"Obtained Secretly Transmitted Tai Chi Fist!"

The heavenly sound in his mind rings out, and Cao Weiguo opens his eyes in surprise.

The reward for the monthly check-in is too powerful!

Secretly Transmitted Tai Chi Fist: The Wudang internal school founder Zhang Sanfeng realized the mystery of Tai Chi, evolving Tai Chi Fist by observing the fight between a sparrow and a snake. It uses stillness to control movement, softness to overcome hardness, and four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds... Moving like flowing clouds and water, continuous and endless, containing both hardness and softness, it can unleash human potential, open human wisdom, fill human spirit, strengthen the human body, eliminate illness and fitness, and prolong life.

Having received the monthly check-in reward, Cao Weiguo comprehended the Secretly Transmitted Tai Chi Fist in a very short time.

In a pleasant mood, Cao Weiguo walks out of the room with a washbasin and toiletries.

Qin Huairu, wearing blue work clothes and a plump figure, is washing her face at the water basin.

"Weiguo, I'm really sorry about yesterday."

"The matter is already in the past, Qin Jie, don't take it to heart."

Cao Weiguo says perfunctorily, brushing his teeth and washing his face on his own.

Returning to the room and eating two eggs, Cao Weiguo sets off for the rolling mill.

"Weiguo, I heard you passed the assessment for an 8th-grade cook!"

"Will you be the one cooking lunch from now on?"

"A twenty-year-old 8th-grade cook, truly amazing!"

Arriving at the rolling mill, Cao Weiguo greets the workers he meets with a smile.

The news of Cao Weiguo's promotion spread through the rolling mill yesterday.

It can be said that there are no secrets in a rolling mill with tens of thousands of people.

Cao Weiguo passed the assessment for an 8th-grade cook so quickly.

The workers at the rolling mill are also a bit surprised.

Cao Weiguo, full of joy, walks into the kitchen, while Shazhu sits by the stove drinking tea with a cold face.

Ma Hua, Fatty, and several kitchen helpers stand behind Shazhu, each with unkind eyes.

Liu Lan and others are burying their heads in the kitchen, picking and washing vegetables, not saying a word.

"Weiguo Ge!"

"Weiguo!"

Two kitchen helpers walk to Cao Weiguo's side, worried.

One of the kitchen helpers named Li Dong says in a low voice: "Weiguo Ge, how did you offend Shazhu? He wants to make trouble for you."

Another kitchen helper named Ma Liang says worriedly: "This Shazhu is very domineering in the kitchen; you're in trouble."

Cao Weiguo says indifferently: "What is there to be nervous about with a fool."

The canteen director walks in from outside with his hands behind his back, and Cao Weiguo greets him with a smile: "Director, good morning."

The canteen director says to Cao Weiguo: "Weiguo, from today on, you are responsible for the No. 2 stove."

Cao Weiguo guarantees: "I will definitely not let down your cultivation and the trust of the leaders, and will serve the factory wholeheartedly."

The canteen director says happily: "Good! I believe you will definitely be able to do this job well!"

Shazhu holds an enamel tea mug: "Director, Cao Weiguo has become an 8th-grade cook."

"Let Cao Weiguo cook today's lunch, and let the workers taste his craftsmanship."

The canteen director looks at Cao Weiguo, and Cao Weiguo says confidently:

"Director, don't worry, I will definitely make the workers satisfied."

The canteen director smiles: "Good, then today's lunch is handed over to you."

Taking the task from the canteen director, Cao Weiguo begins to check the ingredients.

Chinese cabbage!

Radish!

Frozen tofu!

Potato!

Even in a state-run rolling mill, it is very difficult to see meat all year round.

Shazhu sneers: "What specialty dish is Chef Cao preparing? If it's not done well, be careful that the workers flip the tables."

Cao Weiguo smiles: "Chef He, put your heart in your stomach; I will definitely not let such a thing happen."

Pondering for a moment, Cao Weiguo begins to work.

Ma Hua, Fatty, and several kitchen helpers gathered around Shazhu stand by to watch the fun.

Cao Weiguo knows he can't command them, and he won't ask for trouble.

He is busy with Li Dong and Ma Liang.

Cao Weiguo holds several positions alone, and his kitchen knife skills are dazzling.

Making Ma Hua, Liu Lan, and others' eyes light up.

Shazhu, who was preparing to watch Cao Weiguo make a fool of himself, can't help but frown slightly.

Since Cao Weiguo can pass the assessment and get promoted, his culinary skills naturally won't be too weak.

Two years as a kitchen apprentice, and half a year ago, he obtained intermediate Chinese cooking skills through check-in.

Cao Weiguo is full of confidence in his culinary skills.

Although the rolling mill has several canteens, the canteen where Cao Weiguo is located is the largest, and most of the workers come here to eat.

Cooking for thousands of people is not a small project, and he is busy until lunchtime.

Although he didn't delay the workers' meal, Cao Weiguo is sweating profusely from exhaustion.

Li Dong and Ma Liang are even more tired, leaning against the wall, their arms aching and grimacing.

This makes Cao Weiguo keep today's grudge in his heart; sooner or later, he will repay Shazhu.

At lunch, the workers serve dishes as usual, and Shazhu serves dishes at the window with a straight face.

"Delicious!"

"This sour and spicy potato shreds are delicious, truly amazing!"

"The braised radish and cabbage stewed with tofu are also very delicious!"

"I heard today's dishes were all cooked by Cao Weiguo!"

"I feel that the dishes cooked by Cao Weiguo are much better than Shazhu's!"

The workers praise it repeatedly; the quality of the dishes is obvious.

Factory Director Yang and Deputy Factory Director Li also give praise; the canteen director has a bright face and is smiling from ear to ear.

Deputy Factory Director Li: "Even this big-pot food can be cooked so deliciously; Cao Weiguo's culinary skills are really good."

Factory Director Yang: "The workers in our rolling mill are in for a treat."

The workers are satisfied, the leaders are happy, and Shazhu eats as if it tastes like wax.

Cao Weiguo's culinary skills are recognized by the workers and leaders.

Ma Hua, Fatty, and a group of kitchen helpers have ugly faces, full of anxiety in their hearts.

Cao Weiguo's culinary skills are so good; they followed Shazhu to isolate him. Can they have a good life in the kitchen in the future?

Qin Huairu eats the sour and spicy potato shreds, thinking about letting Cao Weiguo help her family.

The Eldest Uncle and the Second Uncle eat the delicious food, feeling quite surprised.

They didn't expect that the inconspicuous Cao Weiguo had actually practiced such good culinary skills.

This food is cooked even better than Shazhu's.

With such good skills, Cao Weiguo's future will definitely not be bad. ===== CHAPTER 10 =====