Life game

Chapter 57 Sweet Potato Porridge

As the president of the chess club, Jiang Feng felt that he should do something.

It is no problem to mix the porridge in these big pots with water for two hundred people, but it is already very miserable for the lonely and widowed old people to come here specially to be helped by everyone, and it is a bit unreasonable to let them drink porridge to remember bitterness and sweetness.

"Mr. Chen, are there no noodles in the warehouse?" Jiang Feng asked. It would be good to cook any noodles.

"Well, our school doesn't provide breakfast, so..." Teacher Chen smiled awkwardly, "We also received a temporary notice for this volunteer activity. We don't have much experience, and we haven't prepared everything that should be prepared."

Jiang Feng also noticed that the four teachers in the back kitchen, including Mr. Chen, seemed to cook occasionally on weekdays, and the remaining three pumpkins were horribly cut.After Wu Minqi took over the job of cutting vegetables, the other three teachers went to take the students, leaving only Teacher Chen to wash and peel the sweet potatoes.

Teacher Chen's peeling skills are not as good as Liu Qian's, and the sweet potatoes that pass through her hands will lose a lot of weight.

"However, there are still vegetables and meat, and there are enough eggs. We can give each person a boiled egg." Teacher Chen added.

Jiang Feng glanced at his watch, it was 6:05.

"Mr. Chen, what time do we have dinner?" Jiang Feng asked.

"7 o'clock, 07:30 at the latest." Teacher Chen said.

"There's still time, Liu Qian, go and get eggs to cook custard, and ask the student union for the exact number of people dining. You can do more but never less. Mr. Chen, is there any flour in the warehouse?" Jiang Feng asked.

"You want to make noodles?" Wu Minqi looked up at Jiang Feng and sized up his weak-looking figure, "You don't have time for more than 40 catties of noodles."

Jiang Feng: ...

"Elderly people and children don't have much appetite, and twenty catties of noodles are enough to fill their stomachs."

"President, I can't make 231 bowls of egg custard!" Liu Qian exclaimed when she saw the number of students meeting her, "It's not bad if I can make [-] bowls."

"Sister, sister, I can stir egg liquid!" A little carrot head with twin ponytails raised his hand and said loudly.

"Me too!" the little girl next to her shouted.

"I can do it, I can do it too, I stir egg liquid every day at home!!" a little boy yelled unconvinced.

The other dozen or so little radishheads were also unwilling to be outdone, their small voices were loud, and a dozen sonic attacks almost overturned the entire back kitchen.

"Quiet, stop screaming!" Teacher Zhou put on a face of anger and calmed down the boiling little radish heads, all of them were as quiet as chickens, and then Teacher Zhou smiled with satisfaction, and said kindly: "Let's come here!" In the competition, whoever stirs faster is better than who stirs better, and No.1 will reward a lollipop!"

Jiang Feng: ...

He vaguely remembered that when he was in elementary school, the teacher used lollipops to fool him.

Familiar formula, familiar taste.

With the help of the little radish heads for steaming the eggs, Liu Qian only needs to spend more time on the heat.Jiang Feng went to the warehouse to get a large bag of flour to knead the dough. Wu Minqi cut up the pumpkin and sweet potato, divided them into three parts, and poured them into the pot.

It took time to wake up the noodles. Jiang Feng first fried the onions with lard.

"You make Yangchun noodles?" Wu Minqi only saw Jiang Feng frying onions and guessed that he was going to make Yangchun noodles.

"Yeah." Jiang Feng nodded, and accidentally scooped up half a spoonful of lard.

"Let me do it." Wu Minqi snatched the spatula from Jiang Feng's hand, and Jiang Feng stepped aside awkwardly.

He has just noticed that Wu Minqi's knife skills are on par with his, and the heat and seasoning are probably much better than his. His knife skills have improved a lot during this period of time. If they were in the past, they would not be of the same order of magnitude at all. of.

In the profession of cooking, women are inherently disadvantaged. Because their strength is generally not as good as that of men, they have to endure more hardships in the process of practice, but it has not been effective.Jiang Feng was already quite strong among thin people of the same level. In the eyes of the old man, he was basically no different from a weak chicken. Wu Minqi looked like an ordinary girl, and the hardship she suffered when learning how to cook was definitely several times that of Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng went to look at the porridge in the pot.

Since the porridge cooking skills reached the intermediate level, coupled with the practice and mastery during this period of time, Jiang Feng's porridge cooking skills have been hard to come by.

Jiang Feng guessed that if his porridge cooking skills could be improved to a high level, it is estimated that all Hong Kong and Guangdong porridge shops in the country would not be his opponent.

Given that he currently only has advanced knife skills, the above situation can only happen in a dream.

At least at this stage, Jiang Feng was very confident in his porridge cooking skills.

Lift the lid and stir with a spoon.

This sweet potato... seems a bit too sweet.

Sweet potatoes in winter should be sweet.

But the sweet potatoes in this pot are too sweet.

The quality is good, the color is smooth, and the smell is strong. It is definitely a good red sweet potato, but it completely covers the taste of pumpkin and even the aroma of porridge.

Wu Minqi added sweet potatoes for seasoning, not for distraction.

Jiang Feng put the lid on the pot and went to cut the sweet potatoes.

Cut into large, irregular chunks.

"Why are you cutting sweet potatoes?" Wu Minqi watched the onions tumbling in the pot and glanced at Jiang Feng.

"The sweet potato flavor in the first pot was too strong. I cut a few sweet potatoes and cooked them directly into sweet potato porridge," Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Feng cut 9 sweet potatoes in a row and added them all to the first pot. He slowly stirred the porridge water in the pot with a large iron spoon, scooping up the foam one bite at a time.

The noodles are awake, and the heat of the porridge is just right.

Jiang Feng glanced at his watch, it was 6:47.

"Ms. Chen, you can send the porridge and custard over. I'm pulling the noodles and cooking the noodles now," Jiang Feng reminded.

Teacher Chen nodded again and again: "I call someone."

Three big pots of porridge can't be moved by a few female teachers or a dozen small radish heads.

After a while, several tall and strong male teachers came in to help serve the pot, and the leading male teacher saw that he had even made custards, and was a little surprised: "Mr. Chen, I am so lucky to have made so many custards. "

Teacher Chen didn't dare to take the credit, so she slapped her hands: "These three students helped to make it. There will be noodles later. If you are not full, you can eat noodles."

The male teacher was even more surprised: "These three students...are from the Home Economics Club, your A students are really amazing!"

"We belong to the chess club." The three said in unison.

Male teacher:? ? ?
Teacher Chen:? ? ?
Jiang Feng divided the dough.

Wu Minqi stared at him.

Jiang Feng hesitated.

Wu Minqi stared at him.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath.

Wu Minqi stared at him.

"You...don't you want to help share the porridge?" Jiang Feng reminded kindly, everyone had left, and now only he and Wu Minqi were in the back kitchen.

His white case level is not good, and his noodle-pulling skills are even worse, even the uncle in the cafeteria can't match it. Wu Minqi stared at him all the time, and he felt really stressed.

"I just want to see you pulling noodles." Wu Minqi was very straightforward.

Jiang Feng grabbed the dough and pulled it towards the two sections.

pat.

broken.

Wu Minqi: ...

She began to wonder if she lost her sense of taste when she ate mung bean cake that day.

According to her observation these days, Jiang Feng's cooking skills are not bad among her peers, about the same level as her cousins, but it is far behind her.She had wondered if Jiang Feng specialized in Bai An, but Bai An probably didn't learn much from his hand-pulled noodles just now.

Why did she invite Jiang Feng to compete by mistake?

Wu Minqi felt that she was bullying.

Jiang Feng's family just opened a small stir-fry restaurant, and the heir to her dignified Wu family cuisine actually bullied the small with the big.

Wu Minqi even felt a little guilty.

Walking slowly to the cafeteria, everyone was distributing porridge and custard one by one.

"Min Qi, go and scoop out that pot of porridge." Liu Qian was dividing the custard.

Wu Minqi walked to the pot and lifted the lid.

Sweet potato porridge has a soft, glutinous and sweet taste.

"It smells so good!" Liu Qian exclaimed.

Wu Minqi froze in place, and hurriedly stirred the porridge in the pot with a spoon.The rice grains are plump and firm, sticky, and the chopped pumpkin and sweet potato are mixed together to dye the original white porridge orange-yellow. Large pieces of sweet potatoes are evenly scattered in it, dominating the whole pot of porridge.

How...how is it possible!

　The exam will end on the 12th, and the salted fish is being updated

　　
　
(End of this chapter)