Song Tan's Notes

What a wonderful holiday the Dragon Boat Festival is.

The family gets together, eats rice dumplings, chews watermelons, and lives in harmony.

Xin Jun stood at the front desk of the farmhouse, his face numb at the moment: "I came back to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival, not to be celebrated by the Dragon Boat Festival..."

Xin's mother was a little embarrassed: "Well, well, we are in the catering business, so we shouldn't take a break at this time...right?"

"Yes!" Dad Xin had just had his hair permed to make it shiny black, and he looked very energetic: "Our business is so good! Customers who are on holiday will be unhappy."

"Besides," Xin's mother changed her tone, "You don't even have a job now, and it's very expensive to start your own business. I'll start one for you, and you can take over when we're old."

"By the way, if you're dating someone, you won't have financial pressure, right?"

Xin Jun sneered numbly: "All my pressure comes from your career."

He had never thought that his parents were so career-oriented before!
Xin's mother used to work very hard in her career, and she also managed the family's farm stay with great care.

but.

Oh, how can I put it? Her son’s relationship was not going well and he was looked down upon by others. This matter more or less put some pressure on her.

Although this pressure was not very obvious, it soon turned into her career ambition.

Now she is getting more and more prosperous and more energetic. She has completely abandoned the shadows from before, so much so that she can't even remember them.

I just know that working hard for a career is really interesting.

Now, Xin Jun has to passively bear this sense of professionalism, staring at the densely packed receipts and bills at the front desk, and only regrets that he has to take this Dragon Boat Festival holiday.

He took another look at the replay of the live broadcast that Qiao Qiao had just turned off, looked at the huge buckets of zongzi on the screen, and then looked at the thick stack of receipts in front of him...

He stretched out his hand and pushed, "Mom, it's not like we haven't hired a financial officer. Let's leave these to them. Don't let me get involved and mess things up. It will be difficult to take over."

"fine!"

Xin's mother said carelessly, "The finance office is closed for the Dragon Boat Festival. You just need to simply register the income and expenditure. It won't make a mess."

Xin Jun:......

He opened the document in silence, then emphasized: "All the ingredients I brought back must be eaten by the two of you. You cannot bring them into the store."

"If you're still thinking about making money from this little stuff, then there's no point in me writing this table—"

Xin's mother patted her chest and promised: "Don't worry, if our farm stay expands, your father and I will not be able to manage it well. We can't ruin our reputation, right?"

"With things being so stable right now, Mom doesn't have to use good things to attract customers."

What an enlightening statement.

Xin Jun sighed and finally buried his head in the documents again.

……

At this moment, the Dragon Boat Festival at Qiao Qiao Farm is in full swing.

Everyone in the front was happily discussing whose rice dumplings were the best.

In the kitchen, Chef Jiang and his seven cousins ​​had cooked huge pots of dishes and placed them on the preparation table, and it looked like there was almost no room for more.

The assistants who came over from the security guard said, "How about we take a few pots out first? We're running out of room here."

Most importantly, it smells so good!

The pot here is steaming, the aroma of frying and stewing is tempting enough, and there are pots of hot and delicious dishes over there. This is the kitchen!
These dishes are so close that it seems like you can just stretch out your chopsticks and grab a bite!
What a great temptation this is!
But Chef Jiang manages the kitchen in the same way as big companies, and everything is done according to the rules.

Apart from tasting the food while frying and tasting the texture when it is out of the pan, they are not allowed to touch it at other times.

It's right under my nose, but I can't even taste it. How painful it is.

The kitchen helpers suffered greatly.

Then they looked at Uncle Seventh Cousin and couldn't help but sigh: "Uncle Seventh Cousin, it turns out that you have to suffer like this every day when you cook!"

They were chefs under Master Jiang, and Master Jiang's master, Master Qian, was of the same generation as Uncle Qi. They didn't know how to call him, so they just learned from Qiao Qiao.

My seventh cousin is now also a trendy old man who is very knowledgeable about vibrato.

At this moment, he glanced at the group of young people and snorted and laughed: "Then I am different from you. When I was cooking at the foot of the mountain, I could taste it whenever I wanted."

Of course, with his current confidence and cooking skills, he usually doesn’t need to taste the food.

Young people: …

Then Uncle Seven looked out the glass again:

"Please bear with it. Two more dishes will be enough for this table. If you take all these dishes out now, this pot will be emptied before the next one is served. Then the mess will be so ugly."

Master Jiang remembered it, and simply ordered them: "If you are afraid that you will get greedy if you stay in there for too long, go to the refrigerator and take out the two buckets of Tremella soup."

Let’s sweeten the mouths of these greedy cats first!

First of all, there is often this kind of welfare of shredded Tremella fuciformis to make soup for everyone to drink on the mountain, so when I see this soup now, although I still don’t want to waste a mouthful, I have developed some resistance in my heart.

This way you won't drink messily and look ugly.

Secondly, as it’s so hot today, it’s good to drink a bowl of cold Tremella soup before dinner to stimulate the appetite. There are only two buckets of it anyway.

With so many people, half a bowl per person at most!

So, the kitchen helpers hurried out to work and escape from this delicious prison.

The employees could not wait to gather around the window, smelling the various aromas wafting up from the glass windows:
"Hurry, hurry, hurry, first serve half a bowl to whet your appetite! But don't drink too much, because today's lunch will be full of hard dishes..."

Need I say more? We have all gained experience from eating these days!
Someone still felt hungry, and shouted across the glass: "Master Jiang, the dumplings are ready. How about getting a basin of cold water to soak them all?"

The one who spoke was the programmer.

He looks frail and has a poor appetite, but after coming here to work, he can't wait to eat three large plates of rice for every meal.

Master Jiang was impressed by the young man who ate as deliciously as a piglet, and he also snorted and laughed:
"Then I don't dare - take the dumplings out now, and soak them in cold water. Do you have to remove the stitches and leaves while soaking them?"

The programmer was quite shameless: "It's not our fault. Who would use such a good thing to test the cadres..."

Party branch cadre Xiao Zhu strongly agreed.

She had arranged to distribute all the rice, flour, grain and oil to the five-guarantee households and poor families before the festival. After recording everything, she heard Song Tan say that he wanted to invite a troupe to perform, so she quickly came up to ask for details:

"Which troupe are you from? What specific pieces do they specialize in?"

"Will we hold it in the square? It will probably be a bit hot there. At most we can bring a few big fans over there."

Song Tan thought about it, then turned around and asked Qiao Qiao: "Are there two ice machines on the mountain? See if there are too many ice cubes in them. Make some quickly and put them on the stage at night with a fan." (End of this chapter)