Chapter 142: Roll the Gas Tank Twice

This answer really surprised Seventh Uncle:

"Are locust flowers and bamboo shoots also from your own field?"

Wu Lan was proud: "Yes, there are a few locust trees on the back mountain, and there are many bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest!"

For this answer, Seventh Uncle was only surprised for a moment, and soon accepted it.

A mountain head produces things from a mountain head, this is nothing strange. When he was a chef, he traveled north and south, and even went to a village, the fish in that village was delicious!

Put it now, thousands of yuan a jin, some people are willing to spend it.

It's a pity, later the village built a factory, the river water was smelly, naturally there was no fish.

In short, he was looking forward to it at this moment, and then wandered into the kitchen to look:

"Cooking for so many people, you just use this small stove?"

The kitchen in the village, the space is quite large, one side against the wall is the firewood earth stove, two large pots on the left and right, and a warm water stove in the middle.

And the other side is a cement platform, on which is a gas stove, long pipes connected to the gas tank underneath, cooking is also convenient.

But for a chef, not to mention anything else, just the large iron pot that Song Tan was moving down outside, which Seventh Uncle carefully wrapped, was enough to win over the two large pots on the earth stove.

In the village, when holding a banquet, the stove has to be built with yellow mud on the spot. Of course, it is convenient now, many people directly build an iron barrel.

But no matter what, the tools must be large!

Now Seventh Uncle walked into this kitchen, only feeling that his whole body was a bit unable to stretch.

Wu Lan was not embarrassed:

"Uncle, you also know, we didn't think about inviting so many people at once, and we have been busy recently, so we have to make do first."

Seventh Uncle looked at the two aunts who were curiously looking over outside, and at this moment raised his voice slightly:

"Niece-in-law, Tan Tan paid the salary to invite me to be a chef, then I have to make requirements—your kitchen is too small, can't stretch."

"It's okay to make do for these two days, but in the future, if it's going to be long-term, you have to find a place in the courtyard to build a shed for me, and build two stoves underneath."

This requirement is not simple.

But if the place where the words are spoken is changed to any five-star restaurant, the whole back kitchen must be decided by Seventh Uncle.

But now... what he decides is only two earth stoves.

Wu Lan subconsciously looked at the courtyard.

Honestly, no matter how big the courtyard is, it has shrunk step by step since the daughter came back.

Have to make room to clean up vegetables, have to build a dog house, have to be convenient for the car to drive in to load and unload...

But eating is a major matter; as soon as she thought of her child's future, she nodded without a second word:

"Don't you worry, as soon as this busy spell is over, I'll clean it up immediately."

It's their own homestead land anyway, it's just a shed; at worst, they can just expand it outward.

Because she was so straightforward and didn't talk nonsense, Uncle Seven's satisfaction level +2.

Since that's the case...

"How many people for lunch? Have you washed the rice? Let me do it."

"Ah?" Wu Lan was stunned: "Aren't you going to rest for a while?"

Uncle Seven couldn't help but glare at her, thinking to himself: I've been resting in the city for so many years; now that I've encountered such good ingredients, if I don't step in, am I supposed to wait for you all to ruin them with your skills?

He went straight into the kitchen without another word: "Hurry up, Song Tan, bring all my seasonings in!"

"Watch out for that jar of bean paste—niece-in-law, have you boiled the pork you bought? Once it's boiled, bring it over so I can slice it. We'll have twice-cooked pork with onions and bean paste for lunch! I see you bought quite a lot of onions."

That's for sure, onions are cheap!

"And these bamboo shoots, peel them quickly! Don't throw away the tender outer sheaths; I'll dice them and stir-fry them with chili and garlic to eat as a side dish—it's great with rice."

"Right, time is tight now, so don't keep the slightly older shoot sheaths; we don't have the energy to deal with them, just throw them away. Otherwise, that group of people will wolf down their food, and it'll be troublesome if they swallow it without chewing it properly."

The older shoot sheaths are high in fiber, and while they have a unique flavor compared to the tender ones, they have sharp edges and are quite tough, making them not very easy to digest.

They are very unsuitable for the current fast-eating occasion.

Once Uncle Seven took action, the way he held the spatula was like holding a royal seal; whatever he said to stir-fry, he stir-fried.

Wu Lan was stunned for a moment, then raised her voice:

"Qiaoqiao! Qiaoqiao! Come quickly and help your Uncle Seven!"

Although being an apprentice nowadays doesn't require serving someone hand and foot like in ancient times, one still has to show a proactive attitude, right?

Wu Lan was very proactive.

Uncle Seven remembered the crybaby sitting in the car, and his momentum deflated at that moment: "Forget it, forget it, let him rest first; he must be exhausted from the morning."

And wasn't he exhausted?

That guy! He cried in the car until his face was covered in tears and snot, sobbing incessantly; even after wiping his tears dry, he still couldn't stop sniffling.

This kitchen is so small, having one extra person would just be a waste.

"It's almost noon, we can't afford any more chaos, so let that silly child rest."

Uncle Seven was extremely considerate.

However, although his words were tactful, Wu Lan didn't know the backstory, and at this moment, she felt a surge of secret joy in her heart:

Is my Qiaoqiao that likable? They've only met once, and Uncle Seven is already feeling sorry for him—oh my, this master was worth recognizing!

The two exchanged glances, both very happy.

…

With two earthen stoves, one for stir-frying and one for cooking rice, the efficiency was still a bit low.

Uncle Seven turned his gaze to the gas stove on the side, but Wu Lan felt a jolt in her heart:

"Uncle, let's use the earthen stove for lunch today; the quality of the gas we bought this time isn't good, and it always fails to ignite halfway through."

She wanted to demonstrate it to Uncle Seven, but she twisted the knob for a long time without getting a flame, and even using a lighter didn't work.

After thinking about it, she shouted loudly again: "Tantan! Tantan!"

"Tantan, come here and roll this gas cylinder on the ground a couple of times."

Song Tan:...

This operation looked dangerous no matter how you looked at it, but everyone was used to it and didn't take it seriously.

Looking at Uncle Seven, who was frowning and picking through the small pot, she felt a genuine sense of relief in her heart.

Fortunately, with Uncle Seven here in the future, they basically wouldn't need to use this gas stove.

But saying that aside, with so many people for lunch, sometimes the vegetables need to be blanched, so they still had to set up another pot.

Therefore, she still deftly unscrewed the gas cylinder and carried it to the courtyard, where she rolled it around a couple of times.

Just as she was lifting the gas stove, she saw two middle-aged women coming down from the mountain to use the restroom.

Their gazes lingered on her thin, tall frame for a moment, then shifted to her carrying the gas cylinder as if it were a water kettle in one hand.

After a brief silence, the two hurried into the restroom, whispering as they went:

"I told you lunch would be delicious; look at how this girl was raised, she's so strong!"

Song Tan:???

Has the fame of her family's delicious vegetables already spread?