Chapter 811: Construction site canteen cabbage soup

Zhang Yanping sat on the tricycle and came back with the sweet potatoes. He saw empty paper boxes piled in the corner of the yard, and Xin Jun was slowly putting things in according to the list.

It was probably because everyone was anxious to place an order and pay for the first time, so today's 100 orders were basically one per order, which saved a lot of worry when packing.

But Zhang Yanping didn't pay attention to the list, just curiously said: "The eldest Zhang Ge didn't take it away?"

Xin Jun glanced at him: "He stared at the computer for half an hour, found that there was no sales, and went back worriedly."

Can he not be worried? This is clearly the god of wealth's strength declining, and things are not selling well. For his small business, it is simply a huge loss!

And Zhang Yanping smiled guiltily: "I am not... I am not just giving Qiao Qiao some live broadcast time?"

Xin Jun watched the live broadcast the whole time, and at this moment looked at him with a smile: "You can also sell goods first, and then invite Dabai to afternoon tea."

Zhang Yanping definitely couldn't say that he was chatting blindly and forgot, at this moment he looked around and said: "That... do you eat sweet potatoes? I tell you, it's delicious! If you eat, I'll wash a big one for you!"

Xin Jun responded coldly, and then instructed: "Peel the skin."

Zhang Yanping looked at the stack of express orders in his hand, and couldn't help but feel guilty and weak, and hurriedly responded.

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Yanping put the oil aside and dragged two stainless steel basins from nearby.

"Come, come, come, Seven Treasures, you open the mobile phone, let's see how the cabbage soup is made."

I thought about it, but still intended to nag something:

"Our canteen Chef Jiang said he learned from Teacher Song on the mountain, and is also doing live streaming—just broadcast how to make cabbage soup, you look."

"It's also tonight, tonight is steamed buns with cabbage paste."

But secretly looking at the chef's exquisite knife skills on the stove, he cut the pork belly as thin as a cicada's wing, for fear that people would find out when it entered the mouth.

Don't know who made the sound, and everyone in the shed nodded.

His brother from the same family replied after a while:

"Look at how clean the ground is! It's not sticky at all."

The rhythm of one or two or seven or eight.

Listen to that rhythm: scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape.

And Zhang Yanping cut the cabbage, tilted the knife on the cutting board, and soon gathered the pile of cabbage shreds into the stainless steel basin.

After ordering those, he seemed to remember that he was live streaming, so he hurriedly explained:

But no one was willing to witness the chef's skills, they just felt heartbroken:

And on that side, Zhang Yanping changed the mobile phone stand to the two stoves at the back. The fire in the stove had just been lit, and at this moment, reflecting the snow-white wall, they were all jumping with orange-red light.

That's it, the menu was written last night and sent by someone. Now the mobile phone is set up in front, and he is also skillfully starting to learn to be an anchor.

Mo Linren nodded, and repeated the previous steps without saying a word.

The oil in the pot also started to crackle. Zhang Yanping scooped up a spoonful of eggs and added them to the pot, only hearing a "chi la" sound, and every pot was poured with gurgling oil.

And the sound of "scrape, scrape, scrape" was constant. Soon he cut the whole cabbage into shreds. Just one by one, it was a very boring movement, but it directly fascinated the workers sitting in the shed.

Followed by yellow-green leaves...

"Don't be slow when stir-frying."

And Zhang Yanping stood there silently, just waiting for a while, and then poured the whole bag of flour into the three large pots.

And on that side, the workers in the shed looked at each other, puzzled:

Everyone:!!!

The rhythm of the work was arranged separately, and the sky darkened just right, and the workers who were building the road stopped working.

It made the netizens in the live broadcast room feel a bit strange.

At this moment, Zhou Qibao almost laughed out loud—hahahahaha! Finally, there is a day when your food is better than mine!

They cooked food on the construction site, because there were always more people to eat, so the quantity was very large. In the past, they were all burned by those three giant pots.

Everyone chatted, listening to the sound of cutting potatoes one by one outside, as if it was not so unbearable.

"That's right! The chef didn't peel the potatoes clean the day before yesterday, for fear that I would eat two more and make the foreman bankrupt!"

Until someone sighed:

Mo Linren responded happily.

It's not for money, it's just boring for one person.

There is large-scale mechanical construction tonight, we can get off work early.

Mo Linren really intended to make cabbage soup tonight.

She held the shovel and stir-fried, while instructing:

"It's time to eat, why don't you hurry back, what are you looking at here?"

The daughter is in college, the better dormitory over there hasn't been built yet, I didn't call my wife over, there are aunts who often come to help in the kitchen, I have to pay attention to it usually.

"It's cold at night on the mountain, let's make a hot cabbage soup tonight."

"We are stewing potatoes with meat tonight, what are you eating?"

Alas, cabbage, potatoes, onions—oh, because the chef's skills are not good, he doesn't like to cut onions, so we haven't eaten it yet.

"Hey, cabbage soup is not worth watching. I've been tired for a day, I just don't like light food."

The temperature on the mountain is low, and during the day, everyone is still wearing short sleeves in the sun. But at night, wearing a thick jacket is not enough!

The foreman would never find such a good craftsman. If the craftsmanship is good, the workers will eat more. If the food is eaten more, won't the food expenses rise?

And in the lens, Mo Linren skillfully pressed the cabbage on the cutting board, and then the old kitchen knife in his hand was used like a peerless magic weapon, only hearing the sound of "scrape, scrape, scrape", the layers of cabbage leaves were cut into fine shreds from the white moist stems, revealing the juicy cut.

Capitalists in the world are like this!

And someone was indignant: "This foreman is not authentic, don't follow him next time. What era is it, and there is still this kind of stingy money... I haven't seen it for several years."

"Don't chat, my rest time is up."

"I said this worker who eats well, their chef is live streaming how to make cabbage soup today."

So Chef Jiang pondered: In such weather, you should drink a hot soup!

It's just an ordinary employee canteen, an ordinary perspective, and I am in the mirror, not wearing work clothes—speaking of which, the old Song family doesn't have that thing!

In this way, the live broadcast has nothing to watch, so it has been broadcast for two days, and there are few fans.

"Are the two stoves on the side also burned?"

"Burn, burn the two stoves on the side too."

Even if I stay in the kitchen, I feel cold all over when I go out.

Like Zhou Qibao, there are others who can't go home. Everyone gathered together, seeing him staring at the mobile phone, they were puzzled:

The egg expanded rapidly with the low oil temperature, presenting the tender color of egg yolk, and was stirred away by the small spoon without mercy, and then expanded rapidly, scorched, yellowed, and emitted bursts of nose-piercing fragrance.

"I estimate that from today, our food will also get worse."

Everyone returned to the simple shed in twos and threes to rest, and the chef in front had just started cutting potatoes.

Just look at the eggs, almost a basin.

Another person laughed at me: "Then you ask other chefs if they can use rice cookers?"

"Why suddenly drink cabbage soup? You say how oily the food is every day, so that they are tired of eating meat?"

But for workers like Zhou Qibao, that is real! That can make us feel like we have eaten such food.

Thinking of the red-braised fish pieces picture sent by his brother yesterday, he couldn't help but drool.

"Isn't it said to be cabbage soup? Why fry eggs first?"

The full three large basins of cabbage shreds were placed on the same wide table, and on that side, Zhang Yanping ordered: "Burn fire."

The crowd in the shed, Jiang Xiaokang had already skillfully extended the fire tongs into the stove, just fiddled with it, filled it with a handful of leaves, and the raging fire burned immediately.

And just then, the other party sent another

A group of men working on the construction site are naturally rough and not very particular, but this does not mean that they are not greedy for others' particularity.

"I thought the kitchen was relying on manual work and apprentices... I never thought I would use an eggbeater!"

"So many eggs, is it one spoonful per person later?"

Is it like that?

It's just that live broadcast angle, no background, no close-up, no close-up, no filter.

Mo Linren ordered.

"It's not, stingy and crazy. This kind of person is not rich and complains about hard life!"

It is impossible to repair it overnight, but the engineering team is full of energy, working hard, and Zhou Qibao, who is building the road, looked at the vast sky and couldn't help but fish again, sending a message:

But no matter what they said, everyone crowded around and went to the shed.

Said while nodding with satisfaction: "This Chinese cabbage hasn't reached the season yet, it's expensive, 1.2 yuan a jin, it's fresh."

The sky is dark, and the detour from other villages is very laborious. The eldest Zhang Ge is not patient, but doesn't want to drag it on any longer, so he left early.

But he doesn't need to touch it today.

"I know, fry the flour, wait for a while, dip it in the cabbage shreds and deep-fry it—isn't this the same principle as the breadcrumbs?"

The cabbage is cut.

The crowd in the shed was already swallowing saliva.

That feeling is not the same.

And she struck while the iron was hot, found a few branches of uniform thickness and put them in, and asked:

"You look, I said it, this must be deep-fried!"

Both hands moved at the same time, without any stumbling, the whole picture seemed to be accelerated.

"It's not, this kitchen is so clean, look at this wall, snow-white, no firewood smoked over."

Everyone frowned and evaluated properly:

"This canteen is so big!"

Look at the dragon and phoenix chicks found by the foreman's relatives—we steal the rice we cook!

The oil in the pot seemed to be hot, but Mo Linren was not panicked at all, instead, he picked up a small spoon and moistened the edges of each large pot.

We were pondering, the flour seemed to be almost fried, and Mo Linren withdrew his hand and ordered Jiang Xiaokang who was sitting behind the stove: "Add half a pot of cold water to the pot, stir slowly, stir evenly."

Alas, if the road could be repaired overnight, how great it would be!

Listen to the rhythm of cutting potatoes outside...

Humph, the boss in the mountain must be showing his true colors, and he can't give good food anymore! I have been to several construction sites, and I know the routines of these bosses!

And in the chatter of a group of men, the fried egg pieces were put into the large basin, and then another pot followed.

Zhou Qibao thought about it, cabbage soup shouldn't need deep-frying, right?

Therefore, everyone gathered forward and marveled:

You know that Chef Jiang saw that he was alone and had no skills, so he specifically came to point it out!

"Low fire."

"This cabbage soup wants to be thick, we have to hit some dough lumps at the bottom. But there is a lot of flour, and it's troublesome to make lumps... just stir-fry it, and add cold water later to cook into a paste."

Just wait a while for the oil temperature to rise, and then pour a full 1/3 pot of eggs into it!

I have shown the food pictures of others to everyone during this period, and now hearing what I said, someone felt heartbroken:

Zhou Qibao clicked into the link, and replied casually:

Everyone looked at it and had no appetite, but their stomachs were hungry, so they gathered around:

So many eggs, so many eggs, so many eggs...

Just talking, this Zhai E'er had already washed another basin of cabbage, and at this moment handed it to me. Mo Linren reached out and grabbed a cabbage, chopped it with a knife, and threw away the cabbage help.

"Isn't it said to be cabbage soup? Why fry flour first?"

"So willing!"

"Cabbage soup... it's cold at night, it's good to drink a bowl of hot soup."

One left and one right, each with a basket full of eggs. And I grabbed an egg in each hand, don't know how my fingers moved, "ka da" sound, the eggshell was divided into two, and the egg white and yolk slid into the basin silkily.

And I was not in a hurry, just raised my hand to test the temperature of the pot, and at this moment, under the eyes of the live broadcast room, I directly picked up a large bucket of oil.

There was an electric eggbeater from somewhere, buzzing and turning, and the whole basin of eggs was beaten silkily and evenly.

After putting away the mobile phone, Zhou Qibao felt sour again. Everyone is working on the construction site, why do you still have a proper rest time? Is it not taking advantage of the opportunity to fish, fish for a while, count for a while?

That potato slice is as thin as a cicada's wing, as thick as a tile, and I have been cooking for so many days, and I haven't made any progress. What rhythm can there be?

"Construction site food, the boss said eat casually, but we chefs have to consider it, act according to our ability. If you make meat, you have to do one meat and one vegetable, if you do vegetable, you have to bring meat shreds... neither can let everyone eat badly, nor can you spend money indiscriminately."

"Good guy! You say such a good thing, why don't you let us meet it?" ===== CHAPTER 812 =====

"Good heavens! You say such a good thing, why didn't we run into it?"