How to eat pineapple buns on the immigration ship

Chapter 236: Castrated Chicken
In classrooms.

Qing Ke and labor committee member Fu Chengkai were quite quick on their feet. Before Xiangchuan finished eating the first bun, they had already run back to the classroom carrying two boxes of takeout.

Because they went late, the popular steak buns and beef buns were all bought by the boarding students and day students who arrived early, so the two of them only brought out sugar buns or vegetarian buns.

But, it's better than nothing. Everyone in Class 8 looked at Kagawa with resentful eyes as he took out the second bun and started to eat it, eating the vegetarian bun in his mouth.

Fortunately, the class bell rang soon after, and everyone in the class returned to their seats, waiting for the arrival of the head teacher Zhu Bingwen.

The first class on Monday of every week is used for class meetings and work arrangements for the week, so the head teacher is needed to take charge of the overall situation.

The students in Class 8 were also used to the relaxed feeling of their head teacher entering the classroom just as the bell rang. So, Zhu Bingwen once again entered the classroom just as the bell rang.

Kagawa couldn't help but wonder: Are the salaries of modern public high school class teachers very low?
Otherwise, why does Zhu Bingwen look like a miserable office worker who only gets the minimum wage and slacks off at work?
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In fact, the content of the class meetings for the first and second grades of the Agricultural University Affiliated High School this week were very similar: asking students to write a summary report on the visit.

In order to avoid repetition of content and stimulate students' ability to cooperate, in recent decades, the Agricultural University Affiliated High School has arranged for students in each class to produce reports in the form of groups.

At this moment, all the classes in Grade 1 and Grade 2 were having a headache over the topic of the report, and Grade 1 Class 8 was no exception. However, the direction of their headache was a bit Versailles -

Should I write about the differences between the processing methods of ingredients for fried rice and those for ordinary stir-fry? Or should I write about the initial experience of processing pig offal for consumption?

Oops, I'm so hesitant.

Kagawa folded her hands and watched the young people in the class discussing the topic of the report and the allocation of personnel. At this time, she was full and the indoor temperature of the classroom was adjusted to be very comfortable, so much so that she even wanted to yawn and have a good sleep.

It’s not that she didn’t want to write a report (...well, she didn’t want to write it that much), but during the three-day visit, Kagawa played the most crucial role. No matter how the students in the class chose their topics, Kagawa had the ability and obligation to provide them with some information assistance.

Ten minutes before the class meeting started, class monitor Lu Daiqing found that all the group leaders of the topic groups were trying to get hold of Kagawa, and Kagawa herself had a look of despair on her face, so she decisively applied to the head teacher to let Kagawa serve as a consultant for Class 8's visit summary report, and granted her permission not to directly participate in the report production.

Kagawa refused at first, because it meant that he would have to become a human Geegle transfer station, constantly checking questions for them that were more detailed than a hundred thousand whys. In the end, the class 8 students bribed him with the tempting condition of "this week's afternoon club activities will be used to spend all the rest time to help Kagawa organize the documents for the four department heads."

After dealing with the most crucial Kagawa, everyone started to worry about the grouping issue.

The final grouping was based on the previous grouping when butchering pigs. The group that was responsible for handling the internal organs and disassembling the pig parts was this time responsible for writing a practical report on the processing of pork for food. The rest of the people were responsible for writing about their experience as kitchen helpers in the cafeteria kitchen assisting Kagawa in cooking rice, porridge, stir-frying, and desserts... Oh no, it's a practical report on the processing of crops for food.
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In the afternoon, in the Tongue Club restaurant.

Taking into consideration that freshmen and sophomores are busy with their visits and summary reports, the school sent out a notice during lunch break: freshmen and sophomores can arrange their own club activities from Monday to Wednesday this week, and normal club activities will resume on Thursday.

So as soon as the lunch break was over, everyone in Class 8 of Grade 1 all ran to the Tongue Club restaurant.

Before the lunch break, Kagawa received a temporary permit from the Information Turbulence Processing Office, so when he saw squad leader Lu Daiqing and his men coming in, he decisively threw a light screen to him.

Listed on it were the breeding data of various domestic and foreign breeds of pigs, cattle and chickens that Kagawa had collected from Geegle. Kagawa even included mutton out of selfishness, which made squad leader Lu Daiqing and Mandy, who came over to look at the document list, all stare with wide eyes.

Ah? Can you eat sheep?

Kagawa: I also want to eat quail, duck, goose and rabbit, but I haven't gotten the pork yet, so I'll put it aside for now.

Because they promised to help Xiangchuan organize documents, the usually noisy Class 8 of Senior 1 were now sitting quietly in their seats, eating small cakes or drinking fruit milk, with their other hands constantly clicking on the screen or typing on the keyboard. This scene made the students in other classes feel a little uncomfortable.

Xiangchuan was naturally not idle either. After receiving the document list, squad leader Lu Daiqing decisively sent her a light screen.

Listed above are some information that the two groups in the class want to know, such as "Why do we need to use cooked and refrigerated rice instead of freshly cooked rice when making fried rice" and "Precautions for processing pig offal for consumption".

She took this list and started the copy-and-paste assembly line operation of Geegle.
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After two hours of boring text assembly line work, both Kagawa, a 21st century office worker, and an energetic modern teenager, felt their eyes sore.

So when the break bell rang during the school club activity time, the class monitor Lu Daiqing took the lead and announced the beginning of the break time. Only then did the area where the class eight students were located return to its former bustle.

Now everyone gathered around Kagawa and started discussing some of the delicious food mentioned in these documents.

"What is ham? What is sausage? Is it the name of the thigh and internal organs of other pig breeds?" "Is bacon made from wax and pork? Isn't wax an edible ingredient? Were the ancients so fierce?"

"Is this roast suckling pig what I was thinking of? Xiangchuan, we have to wait until large-scale breeding of castrated pigs starts, then we can get a few to try. Don't worry, we can all chip in the cost of the ingredients..."

Kagawa swallowed the pudding in his mouth and said helplessly, "Yes, yes. We can do it when the types and supply of pork are increased. You should organize the information honestly first and let me hand it over to Butler Yasui and Butler Axim to discuss this matter."

"We're just greedy." Mandy, the cultural and arts committee member, laughed and did not forget to steal a piece of French fries from the plate on the table.

"No matter how hungry you are, you have to wait. Besides, I'm even more hungry than you." Kagawa said, taking a sip of fruit milk depressedly.

Modern teenagers don't know the wonderful taste of pork processed in other ways, so now they are at best curious and greedy, but Xiangchuan is different! She has really eaten Jinhua ham fried rice, roast suckling pig and braised pork, and she is 100% greedy!

"And if you crave meat, why don't you go to the cafeteria or my restaurant more often and order more chicken or beef? You know, in ancient times, beef was more expensive than pork," said Kagawa.

"That's different. Compared to beef, pork tastes more..." Long Xiaoxian gestured excitedly for a long time, "Oh, I can't describe it, but it's different! I like the taste of pork better!"

"Then you just wait. The first batch of castrated pigs should be available as early as October or November. My dad said that the Agriculture Bureau and the frigate production department plan to use the government pilot cooperation to bypass this bill and get the castrated pigs on the market as soon as possible." Kagawa said in a low voice.

"So fast? It takes time for a pig to get pregnant, right?" Qiu Manman asked curiously.

"It is said that there are still several batches of piglets in the pig farms of the escort ships, which are just before the best time for castration, so they became the first batch of experimental subjects." Kagawa said while biting the straw, "As for the pigs that have passed the best time for castration, they will probably become the first batch of breeding pigs. I hope they will give birth to more piglets before they die. After all, they have to supply pork for one billion people."

Class monitor Lu Daiqing felt a little embarrassed after hearing this: "Xiang, Xiangchuan classmate...it's better not to say such things in public, okay?"

"What's there to hide? Castration is an ancient traditional poultry farming technique. Not only pigs, but chickens can be castrated. If our chickens tasted good now, I wouldn't have the need to eat boiled chicken. I'd like to send this chicken castration technique to Manager Yasui and the others." Kagawa muttered.

Huh? Everyone in Class 8 was stunned when they heard this. Chickens can also be castrated?

Then they thought about the huge difference in taste between castrated pigs and non-castrated pigs, and they couldn't help swallowing.

The chicken dish that Kagawa used in his recipe is already so delicious, if it can be taken to the next level...

"Kagawa, how about you show us some information about castrated chickens?"

"Yeah, this is a big deal, why don't you send it all over and we can help you sort it out!"

Everyone in Class 8 came to Kagawa as if they were injected with chicken blood.

Unlike pork, which they had only tried once, chicken was something they ate all the time! If there was a way to further improve the chicken, they wouldn't mind working a little harder.

Thirty-four pairs of bright eyes were staring at Kagawa. She sighed and sent them the castration file information she had collected earlier.

Watching the students in Class 8 cheering for the early end of their break, I sped up my typing as if I had turned on TRANS-AM.

At this moment, Kagawa was looking at the boiled chicken on the Geegle search page on the screen in front of him, lost in his memories.

In her previous life, her hometown in Guangxi Province, like the neighboring Guangdong Province and Hainan Province, loved chicken. Her mother would serve a plate of boiled chicken during every festival and whenever there were family and friends gatherings. The chicken was raised by her parents with leftovers mixed with bran.

She had the opportunity to gnaw on chicken legs a few times (this prime part mostly belonged to the kids of her brothers and sisters after she grew up). The taste of the chicken was fragrant and firm, but the disadvantage was that the meat was too firm and she felt like there was something stuck in her teeth after every bite.

Although Kagawa is not a chicken connoisseur who eats poached chicken once a week, according to her taste, the taste of modern chicken is at least 80% of the standard of the domestic chicken in her hometown in her previous life.

If she was a picky Cantonese eater, she would definitely want to try what the capon tasted like, but Kagawa didn't have much idea about chicken at the moment, so she put it aside.

Now it seems that the arrival of boiled chicken may be earlier than she expected?