Chapter 142 142. Roll the gas tank twice
This answer really surprised the seventh cousin:
“Sophora japonica and bamboo shoots also come from your field?”
Ulan was very proud: "Yes, there are a few acacia trees in the back hill, and there are many bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest!"
For this answer, the seventh cousin was only surprised for a moment and quickly accepted it.
It is not unusual for things to appear on the top of one mountain. When he was a chef, he traveled all over the country and even visited a village. The fish in that village was extremely delicious!
Nowadays, some people are willing to give up a thousand yuan or a pound.
It’s a pity that a factory was built in the village later, and the river water became smelly, so naturally there were no fish left.
In short, he couldn't help but look forward to it at this moment, and then strolled into the kitchen to take a look:
“Why do you just use this small stove when there are so many people eating?”
The kitchen in the village is quite large. There is a wood-fired earthen stove against the wall on one side, two large pots on the left and right, and a hot water stove in the middle.
On the other side, there is a cement platform with a gas stove on top. A long pipe is connected to the gas tank below, which is convenient for cooking.
But for the chef, if nothing else, the large iron pot carefully wrapped by Cousin Qi that Song Tan was moving down outside was enough to surpass the two large pots on the earthen stove.
In the past, when making big banquets in the village, the stoves had to be built on site using yellow clay. Of course, it’s more convenient now, and many people just set up a tin bucket.
But no matter what, things must be big for this guy!
Now that the seventh cousin walked into this kitchen, he felt a little unable to move his body.
Ulan is not embarrassed at all:
“Cousin, as you know, we never thought of inviting so many people at once. We’ve been busy lately, so we have to make do with it first.”
The seventh cousin looked at the two aunts who were looking at them curiously, and then raised his voice slightly:
“My nephew-in-law, Tantan paid me to come over and be the chef, so I have to make a request—this kitchen is too small and I can’t use it.”
“It’s just a matter of time for these two days, but it will last for a long time. You have to find a place in the yard to build a shed for me, and then build two stoves underneath.”
This requirement is quite simple.
As long as the place of conversation is any five-star restaurant, the seventh cousin has the final say in the entire kitchen.
But now...he only has the final say on two earthen stoves.
Ulan subconsciously looked at the yard.
To be honest, no matter how big the yard is, it has shrunk step by step since the daughter came back.
In order to make room to put away the vegetables, a doghouse must be built, and it must be convenient for cars to drive in for loading and unloading...
But eating is a big deal. As long as she thinks about the future of her child, she will nod without saying anything:
“Don’t worry, I’ll get over it immediately after being busy for a while.”
It’s just my own homestead, just a shed, I can’t expand it much.
She is so cheerful and has no nonsense. The seventh cousin's satisfaction level is +2.
In this case…
“How many people are there at noon? Have you washed the rice? I’ll do it.”
"Ah?" Ulan was stunned: "Why don't you take a break?"
The seventh cousin couldn't help but glance at her and thought to himself, I have been resting in the city for many years. Now that I have come across such a good dish, if I don't take action, am I waiting for you to waste it with my skills?
He entered the kitchen without saying a word: "Hurry up, Song Tan, bring in all my seasonings!"
“Pay attention to my jar of bean paste—niece, has the pork you bought been cooked? When it’s done, bring it over and I’ll slice it up. I’ll stir-fry the twice-cooked pork with onions and bean paste for lunch! I see you bought a lot of onions.”
“There are still these bamboo shoots, peel them off quickly! Don’t throw away the tender outer coating. I cut them into cubes and stir-fry them with chili and garlic cloves to serve as a side dish. It’s ready for rice.”
"By the way, now that time is running out, don't keep the slightly older bamboo shoots. If you don't have time to clean them up, just throw them away. Otherwise, those people will gorge themselves on the food and swallow it without chewing it. "Older bamboo shoots are heavier in fiber and have sharper and tougher edges. They have a different flavor compared to young bamboo shoots, but they are not easy to digest.
Very unsuitable for today’s fast food scene.
As soon as the seventh cousin took action, he held the spatula like a jade seal, frying whatever he wanted.
Ulan was stunned for a moment, and then raised his voice:
"Qiaoqiao! Qiaoqiao! Come and help your seventh cousin!"
Although being an apprentice now does not have to serve you like an apprentice in ancient times, this positive attitude must be shown, right?
Ulan is very positive.
The seventh cousin thought of the crybaby sitting in the car, and his anger was gone at this moment: "Forget it, let him rest first, he will be tired this morning."
Aren’t you tired?
That guy! I cried so hard in the car that I wiped my tears clean and couldn't help but whimper.
This kitchen is so small, having one more person would be a waste.
“It’s almost noon, and we can’t afford to cause any more trouble, so let’s let that silly kid rest.”
Seventh cousin is very considerate.
However, his words were euphemistic, but Ulan didn't know the cause and effect. At this moment, he felt secretly happy again:
Is my Qiaoqiao so lovable? Having just met him once, the Seventh Cousin felt distressed - oh, this master is so considerate!
The two of them looked at each other and were both happy.
…
Two earthen stoves, one for cooking and one for cooking, are still somewhat inefficient.
The seventh cousin turned his attention to the gas stove aside, but Ulan's heart suddenly became excited:
“Cousin, let’s use the earthen stove today at noon. The quality of the gas we bought this time is not good, and it always fails to light up halfway through.”
She wanted to demonstrate it to her cousin, but she couldn't turn on the switch for a long time and couldn't get it to start.
Thinking for a while, he shouted loudly again: "Tantan! Tantan!"
“Tantan, come on, roll this gas can on the ground twice.”
Song Tan:…
This operation is dangerous no matter how you look at it, but everyone happens to be doing it so often that they don’t take it seriously.
Seeing her seventh cousin frowning and picking at the small pot, she felt relieved.
Fortunately, in the future, my seventh cousin will be here, so I won’t have to use this gas stove.
But after all, there are so many people at noon, and sometimes the dishes need to be blanched, so we still have to set up a special pot.
Hence, she unscrewed the gas tank neatly, and then rolled around twice in the yard.
Just then I lifted up the gas stove and saw two aunties coming down from the mountain to go to the toilet.
People's eyes stopped on her tall and thin body for a moment, and then moved their eyes to the gas tank she was carrying with one hand like a kettle.
After a brief silence, the two people hurried into the toilet, muttering:
“I said the lunch would be delicious. Look at how well-fed this girl is!”
Song Tan:? ? ?
Has her reputation for delicious food spread now?
Happy holidays, thank you all.
(End of this chapter)