noffsinger Chapter 391: Just because he is an expert from Beijing?
Chapter 391: Just because he is an expert from Beijing?
Mr. Guo has traveled a lot!
Very knowledgeable.
If you say he has never eaten the Manchu Han Banquet, he will admit it!
How many people have eaten this thing?
But he really doesn't recognize this candied ginkgo nut!
It doesn't look like a precious dish.
First, prepare three eggs, stir them vigorously, and then put them in the pot to form a thick egg skin.
Fold it in half. This guy is quite particular. He cuts off the ugly edges and puts them aside.
Cut into rectangles.
Fry in oil until firm.
When frying, the two layers of egg skin bulged directly from the middle.
It became a bulging little bag.
Heat the oil and add a bowl of sugar.
Boiled until melted.
Bring out bubbles.
Watch this bubble rise and fall three times.
At this time, put the fried eggs in the sugar.
Stir quickly until combined.
out of the pot.
In the eyes of the crowd.
Qian Huan also imitated that person and handed the chopsticks to Mr. Guo in a servile manner.
However, he has learned his lesson.
Before cooking, wash your hands again and again with soap.
These things are placed next to the stove, and you can guess what they mean.
Mr. Guo looked at the child's hands, which looked not very good.
There aren't many hands that are clean when working in the fields.
But it looks neat.
The nails are also trimmed cleanly.
It's pleasing to the eye.
Guo Qingchun is actually a bit hypocritical.
Well, when conditions permit, he will try to be as clean as possible.
I wish others could cook for me without using their hands.
I wish I could wash that vegetable ten times.
But when there are no conditions, he will make do as much as possible.
People like them can't help but run to the fields.
If you are really hungry, just pick them from the ground, wipe them with your hands, and put them in your mouth.
I watched it for a long time.
Only then did Guo Qingchun pick up his chopsticks.
It was full of oil and sugar, so he didn't dare eat it right away.
Burn your mouth.
This dish looks good.
Guo Qingchun took the chopsticks and picked up a piece with difficulty.
It’s all sugar and sticky!
Put it in your mouth and taste it.
Um! ?
Eyes widened.
Sweet and crispy.
good to eat.
Think about the pot of oil and the bowl of sugar just now.
Old man Guo started to think in his heart.
I used this month's salary and, apart from leaving a little for those poor children, I could use the rest for food.
There should be no problem eating it four times a month.
It's calculated.
Mr. Guo put down his chopsticks and cleared his throat.
If you eat something sweet, your throat will get sore easily!
When the chefs heard the noise, their attention immediately turned to it.
The reason they were able to come was because they heard the people in the Youth League Institute chatting.
I just wanted to try my luck.
As a result, I heard that he was paid according to the standards of a chef in a state-owned restaurant.
They took it to heart!
The chef in a state-owned restaurant must earn more than a hundred yuan!
No wonder this old man is called a sucker.
I only make as much as the master chef does in a day.
In fact, this statement is wrong.
We only cook three meals a day, and there are only a few people. How can we possibly give so much?
It’s only thirty yuan a month.
However, in their eyes, that’s not a small amount!
One cent can buy a piece of candy.
Thirty yuan, that’s about the same price as a regular worker in the city.
Although it is not as much as I imagined, it is acceptable.
So everyone wants this job.
They all stared at the old man, waiting for him to speak.
Mr. Guo looked at everyone and announced his decision.
"Everyone's cooking skills are good. As for me, I have a rather picky palate and only eat what I like. I still prefer the dishes made by this young comrade!"
Pointing at Qian Huan.
Everyone's face had an expression of "as expected".
When chefs compete in their skills, laymen just watch the excitement while experts watch the details.
In fact, as soon as the young man started, they could tell that he had some skills that he had learned since he was a child.
It's just a little unfamiliar.
Mr. Guo saw that everyone's expressions were relatively calm.
I thought I couldn’t let everyone make a wasted trip to cook for him.
He told Xiao Li: "Li, give them five dollars each. They came all the way here, so we'll cover their round-trip fare!"
He then bowed to everyone and said, "Thank you all for your support. Thank you for your hard work!"
What I mean is, it’s okay, you can take the money and leave!
Wait until everyone is gone.
Qian Huan came forward again in a servile manner: "Mr. Guo, my master's wife is Su Zhiqing.
I made an agreement with her that from now on, whatever food or other things she has, she will provide us with.
My master's wife has never traded these things with anyone else."
What I mean is that I am somewhat related, not just because I cook delicious food.
Saying that no one has ever exchanged with Su Ruobai is actually a bit of an exaggeration!
Country people, who doesn’t have a private plot of land?
If you already have it in your own land, why should you spend money to buy it from others?
What, you said the taste is different!
My God, it’s good enough to be able to eat.
What's wrong with wanting to eat imperial food and be like an emperor?
When the old man heard this, he became even more satisfied with the young man Qian Huan.
I first gave him a month's worth of food money, and agreed that the salary would be paid monthly.
On the first day of each month, wages for the previous month are paid.
Mr. Guo is satisfied with everything.
Uncle Xiao was so scared that his head was about to explode.
Several production team leaders came to him and asked him for corn seeds.
It’s okay if you don’t have it, but you have to tell me where it comes from.
It buzzed around Uncle Xiao Er all day long.
My head is going to explode.
Finally, I couldn't ask.
Someone took a step back.
Order corn seeds.
Even if it is in the large fields, they have no say and the seeds have to be allocated by the county.
It’s okay to have your own private plot of land!
The result is no!
"why not!"
Those with bad tempers get anxious!
Why are the people in Shangwan Village so selfish!
Corn seeds, you planted good ones, but you didn’t tell them.
That's fine.
It’s not the right time now anyway.
It's useless to have seeds!
However, I thought it would be possible to sell the grown corn to them as seeds, but it turned out not to be possible!
This is so unkind!
"That's right, Lao Xiao, why not? We've known each other for so many years, just think of it as helping a brother, okay?"
"Lao Xiao, we are cousins.
You have so many seeds, and you won't be able to use them all. Why don't you sell them to us?
If you're worried about not having enough food to hand over, we can ship our corn over here and we'll pay the difference!"
Uncle Xiao Er was sweating all over his forehead!
Wiping the sweat off his face first, Uncle Xiao waved his hands, trying to calm everyone down.
"Brothers, brothers, everyone, please be quiet, be quiet.
That's the thing. This matter is really not something I can decide.
Just yesterday, an expert from the Beijing Academy of Agricultural Sciences came to our Shangwan Village.
County Magistrate Meng has already approved a note that everything we produce here must be supplied to the Academy of Agricultural Sciences first.
So, I really can’t make the decision about the situation that everyone is talking about!
If you really want to buy seeds, there's not a lot left, but if you want to plant them in your own plots, there's still enough!"
When everyone heard this, they realized that all these things had been taken away by someone!
My heart suddenly felt like it was blocked by a mountain.
Still very unconvinced!
Why?
Just because he is an expert from Beijing?
They are still old farmers. When it comes to farming, it is hard to say who is better!
I also heard that there was still a place to get food.
That thought is alive again!
If there isn't a big one, there must be a small one.
"Where did you get it from? Tell me!"