What Master Jiang said, no one in the cafeteria paid any attention to it.
The vegetable picking army was staring at the delicacies on their plates in depression, feeling regretful every time they took a bite, but they couldn't show that they disliked it too much, so as not to hurt Master Jiang's heart.
What if he doesn’t cook so deliciously in the future?
Since the Hanamaki is destined not to be theirs, what can they say?
The ones who picked mugwort buds and Houttuynia cordata have not returned yet, but the remaining dog owners have already pounced on their dinner plates, shouting loudly:
“Well, this braised pork is so delicious and authentic.”
“Look at this crucian carp. This crucian carp is also good. The meat is tender and not fishy.”
“Drink the soup, drink the soup. This soup is warm and feels so comfortable.”
Everyone was full of surprises. They never expected that this country chef’s skills were really good. One mouthful of vegetables and one mouthful of rice, and the majority of it was eaten in three or two strokes. It felt so good to have my stomach filled!
Until the big steamer beeped, Master Jiang opened the door, and the two young men in the kitchen quickly put on insulated gloves, twitched their arms, and hundreds of scallion rolls were taken out in the vast heat.
The aroma of scallion oil is particularly overbearing, and together with the aroma of soft and hot noodles, it gradually permeates the entire canteen.
Just in time, the mugwort picker came back in time. As soon as he entered the door, he sniffed sharply:
“It smells so good!”
At this time, he saw Brother Dog, who was holding an empty plate and only drank half a bowl of sweet soup, rushing forward:
“My Hanamaki! Five of them!”
His palms were stretched out far and his fingers were spread apart, lest anyone miss a finger.
Master Jiang glanced at him. As a chef, everything he eats is actually brought up from the mountain, but every time there is something small, he will still leave a portion for him. Now there are 5 of his Hanajuan. .
But he was old, and it was not good for him to eat too much pasta at one go, so he took the tongs and neatly put the five rolls on Brother Dog's plate, and then called the kitchen helper:
“Come on, there are 5 in total, one for each of you three.”
Everyone happily agreed.
Dog owners who saw this inadvertently:...? ? ? Do all the chefs eat the rolls first?
Looking at the supper with only the leftovers on your plate, and feeling your full belly——
Are they putting the cart before the horse?
…
But Brother Gou returned to his seat happily holding the flower roll. When he saw people on the left and right staring at him blankly, he couldn't help but urge:
"What are you doing standing around? Eat it! This is a good benefit that I worked hard to get."
Then he pinched the hot and soft flower rolls, and then he let go of his hands because they were so hot, and quickly touched his ears.
But this did not stop him from eating. He pinched the chopsticks next to him and took a bite. He took a bite first and then said!
To be honest, the noodles of this flower roll are not solid enough, but it is precisely because the fermentation is soft and just right that the scallion oil can fully blend with the fragrance of the noodles.
Bite into it, it's as soft as rice cake, and the whole mouth is filled with that overbearing aroma.
As you chew slowly, the unique sweetness of the pasta starch gradually bursts out on the tip of your tongue, blending with the taste of scallion oil. It’s a long-lasting beauty!
Brother Sun ate so hard that he almost squinted his eyes.
The next moment, all the dog owners who were staring at him put down their chopsticks, rushed to the window with their dinner plates in hand:
“Hanamaki! My Hanamaki!”
“My five!”
“My mine!”
The villagers behind him who were just about to line up:…
No one came to pick it up for a long time, so I thought there was an extra meal today, alas!
The dog owners took the flower rolls and turned them over and over, smelling the fragrant aroma. It’s not that they didn’t want to stuff them into their mouths and eat until they were full, but the problem was that their stomachs were full now.
If you eat this all by yourself, the food will fill your throat.
Everyone took a bite carefully, and were instantly defeated by the unprecedented taste, and then looked at Brother Dog accusingly—
Such a good thing! ! Brother Dog will not take the blame: "Didn't I remind you?"
He thought with pride that he had sent you to kowtow before, now you know, right?
All right.
Everyone sat back in frustration - Brother Gou not only reminded him, but also reminded him more than once.
but…
“What’s this?”
Someone stood up with a full stomach, walked to the kitchen window aggressively, and then shouted at the top of his lungs:
“Master chef, do you have a zip-keeping bag?”
There must be some, and there are several volumes. Zhai Xiaofeng came over with a smile: "Yes, how many do you want?"
The other person stretched out his finger: "One is enough. I won't be able to finish the rolls tonight, so I'll pack them up."
"You should be able to eat it after it's cold, right?" He looked at Zhai Xiaofeng, which made the other party hesitate a little.
“The lard is used in it…”
If you want to eat it, you can definitely eat it. They country people can eat it. But I don’t know if it’s possible for people with weak stomachs.
But although the other party asked, he had no intention of hearing his opinion. At this moment, he happily took the bag and made a plan: "Keep it in your pocket, eat two more as a supper at night, and eat two more with porridge in the morning!"
There's one more...Isn't there another one that's already in his belly? Otherwise, how could it be like this?
Seeing this, the others suddenly realized and rushed to the kitchen window again:
“I want a bag too.”
“I want it too.”
Liu Liu, who was just about to prepare a meal behind him:…
She was debating whether to ask someone to give in, but she saw that Zhai Xiaofeng had already neatly handed out a roll of fresh-keeping bags:
“Take it yourself, don’t get in the way here.”
Everyone huddled into an army of ants and quickly moved to the other side.
There is still the fragrance of flower rolls in the air, and Zhai Xiaofeng did not forget to crane her neck to take a look when she was preparing food for everyone -
How lucky they are to be able to eat five!
…
The food on the mountain is so rich, and down the mountain it is even more solemn.
Especially if this is the coming of the future in-laws, if Lu Chuan hadn’t stopped him, there would have been a lot of fish and meat.
And Lu Jing finally had the dish she had been longing for, and couldn't help showing a look of aftertaste and emotion.
Then I thought that I would have to rely on the old Song family for the next meals, so I quickly asked proactively:
“Do you have any work to do tomorrow?”
There's nothing to do tomorrow, right?
Just when Ulan was about to say something, he heard Qiaoqiao say: "Yes, I will sell mugwort tea and Houttuynia cordata tea to the children tomorrow. They need to be packed."
“Oh oh oh!” Ulan finally remembered this.
In fact, the previous batch of mugwort tea and Houttuynia cordata tea have been sent out for several days. Later, Zhang Yanping said that it was rare to start selling in the new year, so he could save more things before starting——
Mainly because I teased people too much last time, everyone was furious, and the gangster brother inevitably felt guilty.
In short, if the quantity is larger this time, the people will be angry!
(End of this chapter)