Song Tan's Notes

No one in the cafeteria paid any attention to what Master Jiang said.

The army of vegetable pickers were staring at the delicacies on their plates with depression. They felt regretful with every bite, but they could not show too much disgust for fear of hurting Master Jiang's feelings.

Otherwise, what should I do if his cooking is not as delicious in the future?

  Since the Huajuan is not destined to be theirs, what else can they say?

The people who were picking mugwort sprouts and houttuynia cordata had not returned yet, and the remaining dog owners had already pounced on their plates, shouting:

"Mm, 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 some soup, drink some soup. This soup is warm and feels so good to drink."

Everyone was surprised, they never expected that the cooking skills of this country chef were really amazing. They ate a mouthful of food and a mouthful of rice, and in a few seconds they finished most of the food. It felt so good to have their stomachs filled!

Until the big steamer made a prompt sound, Master Jiang opened the door, and two young men in the kitchen swiftly put on heat-proof gloves, and with a pull of their arms, hundreds of scallion rolls were taken out in the vast hot air.

The aroma of scallion oil was particularly overbearing, and together with the aroma of the soft and hot noodles, it gradually spread throughout the cafeteria.

  The person who was picking mugwort sprouts just came back on time. As soon as he entered the door, he sniffed sharply:

"smell good!"

  At this time, Dog Brother, who was holding an empty plate and only drank half a bowl of sweet soup, rushed forward:

"My Hanamaki! Five of them!"

He stretched his palm far away with his five fingers spread out, for fear that others might miss counting a finger.

Master Jiang glanced at him. As a chef, the food he ate was actually brought up from the mountain, but whenever there was a special meal, a portion would be reserved for him. Now, he had 5 of the steamed buns.

  But he was old, and it was not good for him to eat too much noodles at once, so he first used the tongs to quickly put the five steamed buns on Gou Ge's plate, and then called the kitchen helper:

"Here, there are five in total, one for each of you three."

Everyone agreed happily.

Dog owners who accidentally noticed this: …??? The chefs always eat the flower rolls first?

Then I looked at the dinner left on my plate, and touched my full stomach.

Aren't they putting the cart before the horse?

……

Dog brother happily returned to his seat with the flower rolls in his hand. Seeing that everyone around him was still staring at him blankly, he couldn't help but urge:

"What are you standing there for? Go eat! This is a good benefit that I worked so hard to get."

Then he pinched the hot and soft steamed bun, but let go of his hand because of the heat and quickly touched his ears.

  But this did not stop him from eating. He picked up the food with the chopsticks and took a bite. He took a bite first!

Honestly speaking, the dough of the steamed buns is not firm enough, but it is precisely because it is fermented softly and just right that the scallion oil is fully integrated with the aroma of the dough.

When you take a bite, it's as soft as rice cake, and your whole mouth is filled with its overbearing aroma.

As you chew slowly, the unique sweetness of the pasta starch gradually bursts out on the tip of your tongue and blends with the taste of scallion oil. It is such a long-lasting beauty!

Brother Sun ate so much that his eyes were about to squint.

  The next moment, all the dog owners who were staring at him put down their chopsticks and rushed to the window with their plates:

"Hanamaki! My Hanamaki!"

"My five!"

"My mine!"

The villagers who were just about to line up behind me: …

No one came to get it for half a day, I thought there would be a extra meal today, alas!

The dog owners looked at the steamed buns over and over again, smelling the fragrant aroma. It was not that they didn't want to stuff them into their mouths and eat their fill, but the problem was that their stomachs were already full.

Even though this steamed bun is too soft and not solid enough, it is big!

If I eat this, the rice will fill up my throat.

Everyone took a careful bite, and was instantly defeated by the unprecedented taste, and then looked at the dog brother accusingly -

Such a good thing!!! Dog brother doesn’t want to take the blame: “Didn’t I remind you?”

He thought with a bit of pride that he was almost about to kowtow to you guys before, now you understand, right?

Ok.

Everyone sat back down in frustration - Dog Brother not only reminded them, but he did so more than once.

but……

"What's this?"

  Someone stood up with a full stomach, walked to the kitchen window aggressively, and shouted at the top of his voice:

"Chef, do you have any plastic bags?"

Of course there are some, and there are still several volumes. Zhai Xiaofeng came over with a smile: "Yes, how many do you want?"

The other person held up a finger and said, "One is enough. I can't finish my flower rolls tonight. Pack them up."

"It should be ok to eat it after it's cold, right?" He looked at Zhai Xiaofeng, which made the other party a little hesitant.

"It uses lard..."

If you want to eat it, then of course they can eat it, as the country folks can. But I don’t know if people with weak stomachs can eat it.

Although the other party asked, he did not intend to listen to my opinion. He happily took the bag and made a plan: "Put it in my pocket, eat two more as a midnight snack, and eat two more with porridge tomorrow morning!"

  There is one more... Isn't there another one that has already reached his stomach? Otherwise, how could it be so bloated?

Seeing this, the others suddenly realized what was going on and rushed to the kitchen window again:

“I want a bag, too.”

"I also want."

"I I I..."

Liu Liu, who was just about to get his meal, said: …

She was just wondering whether to ask people to make way, but she saw Zhai Xiaofeng had already handed over a roll of plastic bags:

"Get it yourself, don't get in the way."

Everyone crowded together like an ant army and quickly moved to the other side.

The air was still filled with the aroma of steamed buns. While serving food to everyone, Zhai Xiaofeng stretched her neck to take a look.

  They are so lucky to be able to eat five!

……

The food on the mountain is so rich, and it is even more solemn at the foot of the mountain.

Especially since it was the future in-laws who were coming, if Lu Chuan hadn't tried to stop them, I'm afraid all the delicious fish and meat would have been served.

And Lu Jing finally got to taste the dish she had been longing for, and couldn't help but reveal an expression of aftertaste and emotion.

Then he remembered that he might have to rely on the Song family for the next meal, so he quickly asked actively:

"What work will you do tomorrow?"

No work tomorrow, right?

Wu Lan was about to speak when Qiao Qiao said, "Yes, I will sell mugwort tea and houttuynia 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 tea had been sent out for several days. Later, Zhang Yanping said that it was rare to start selling them in the new year, so let's stock up more before starting again.

The main reason was that he had teased people too much last time, and everyone was very angry, so the gangster boss couldn't help feeling guilty.

  In short, this time a larger amount will be enough to appease the public anger!

(End of this chapter)