Gourmet food starts from the green leather train chef

Chapter 2 Who Eats Train Meals These Years?

The dining car gradually became lively. The conductors had been busy all morning. Finally, it was lunch break and they began to gather in twos and threes on the dining car. The fast food truck on the platform bought a box lunch that was barely edible.

No one expected the products from their own food truck.
Zhou Zhou’s father’s face is big enough, otherwise he would not be able to put his son on the dining car and serve as an ‘iron rice bowl’, but Zhou Zhou’s cooking skills are really average, and it’s hard for the conductors who have eaten there a few times to expect much. .

"Xiao Zhou, just make sense. Anyway, even if the lunch box can't be sold, the railway will help you pay the five social insurances and one housing fund. Don't worry."

Seeing Zhou Zhou putting on his apron seriously and walking towards the kitchen, the conductors on the dining car all smiled and comforted him.

"That's right, that is, the train conductor is still insisting on the hot pot meals on the green leather train. Who will buy the box lunch on the train these days? In half a year or a year, our train will also sell prefabricated trains like those high-speed trains. You don't have to be stressed any more."

"That's right, just deal with it casually. Our table has three missing ones, so I'll wait for you."

The boxed lunches on the train could not be sold, so the train conductor and Dad Zhou were in a hurry. It is said that Zhou Zhou was often nagged by his father.

The conductors all sympathized with Zhou Zhou. They felt that it was not easy for this child. The failure to sell the box lunches on the train was a problem of the entire railway system. Why should the responsibility be placed on the shoulders of an older boy who is just in his early twenties?
Zhou Zhou doesn't like to hear such words, even if he knows that the conductors are not malicious; the senior chef's culinary skills are naturally more proud of the chef, he stopped and said with a smile: "Everyone should save some Stomach, maybe there will be surprises?"

The conductors were stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing, Zhou Zhou is good, he has learned to laugh at himself?

Chen Yan quietly followed him into the kitchen, and lowered her voice, "Old Zhou, are you alright?"

"What can I do? Of course it's all right."

"You still say it's okay? You used to hate going into the kitchen the most. Every time it was meal time, you would sneak into the toilet to brush your phone. I don't know how many criticisms you have received from the train conductor. Today, you actually asked everyone to save their stomachs. Where did you come from?" Confident?"

"The past was the past, and the present is the present. As a chef, my duty is to satisfy the diners, isn't it?"

"Believe in you to be a ghost. No, I think you are like a ghost." Chen Yan couldn't believe it.

Zhou Zhou didn't bother to talk to her, and started to inspect his territory.

He was a little surprised by the 60-[-] square meter kitchen. After all, a train full of cars is more than [-] square meters. The kitchen alone occupies about one-fifth of the area of ​​the dining car.

In addition to the unique coal fire stove of the green leather car, there are water tables, vegetable tables, noodle tables, refrigerators, etc., and even electronic steam cabinets and ovens. This is the insistence of the train conductor.

Looking at the bright as new steamer and oven, Zhou Zhou couldn't help but praise, 'Is it new? '

Chen Yan nodded: "Isn't it new? I haven't seen you use it since I added a steamer and an oven in the kitchen."

This girl loves to tell the truth too much, don't you know that people who love to tell the truth are easily disgusted by others?
Zhou Zhou ignored her, and opened the freezer to look, but he was a little disappointed; there were only two large pieces of pork belly and hundreds of eggs in it, and only a few kinds of vegetables, such as green and red peppers and tomatoes and potatoes.

"Nowadays, passengers don't like to buy boxed lunches in the car. In addition, your cooking skills are poor, and a lot of ingredients are wasted every time you prepare, so you have to prepare less. What's the matter with you, Zhou? You don't care about these things. It's not that I don't know, do you want to show a surprised look?"

Chen Yan's job is a salesperson, and she can be regarded as half of Zhou Zhou's assistant. She feels that Zhou Zhou is very miserable. He cooks and washes vegetables and cooks by himself. You see, this is so miserable that you are in a trance, don't you?
"Okay, I got it, let's cook fifty servings of rice first, and today I'll make hot and sour potato shredded rice."

The steaming cabinet in the kitchen can definitely produce nearly a hundred servings of rice at one time. Zhou Zhou now has the cooking skills of a senior chef, and he can estimate how much rice is needed for fifty servings of rice with just a glance.
Considering the bad reputation of train meals nowadays, it is conservative to cook [-] servings first, just in case there is not enough.

Maybe some people don't like tomato scrambled eggs, but absolutely no one will refuse a hot and sour potato shreds. If you want to start Chef Zhou's first shot, choose hot and sour potato shreds.

"Hey, wait a minute, cook fifty servings of rice at once? Is this the courage Liang Jingru gave you?

Old Zhou, I knew that you were provoked by those guys outside just now, don't be impulsive, if you cook so much rice at one time, if you can't sell it, it will be a waste of public property. "

Seeing that Zhou Zhou was about to pour water into a big pot of white rice, Chen Yan was impatient, and rushed up to press the faucet firmly, "Please, old Zhou, just listen to me, let's cook two rice first." Ten servings of white rice, okay, just cook it if there is not enough, don’t dare to waste it.”

"Get out of the way, I'm the chef and you are the chef? If it doesn't sell out, it's mine!"

Zhou Zhou pushed Chen Yan away, and turned on the faucet very stubbornly.

"It's over."

Watching a large pot of white rice being gradually submerged in water, Chen Yan couldn't help but want to cover her eyes.

Lao Zhou must have been stimulated by something. The last time I drove from Shanghai to Tibet, I sold a total of less than [-] boxes of lunch. Even if you count breakfast and dinner, you can cook [-] copies of rice in one lunch time. , isn't that crazy what is it?
'Wow, rustle, rustle'

A voice that seemed to contain a certain rhythm sounded, and Chen Yan's gaze towards the rice basin gradually changed.

Is this still Zhou?
Chen Yan couldn't help rubbing her eyes.

I saw Zhou Zhou's hands moved lightly and slowly, the rice grains in his hands kept churning from bottom to top to the water surface,

The rice grains gradually become as transparent as jade in the water. While being washed away from the surface of the rice crumbs and dirt, they have been spread layer by layer on the steaming plate.

Zhou Zhou's fingers lightly drew criss-cross lines, and 50 yuan rectangular rice nuggets appeared on the five stainless steel steaming plates.

Watching Zhou Zhou send the five steaming plates into the electronic steaming cabinet, Chen Yan couldn't help but look down at the women's Kun watch on her wrist, only 5 minutes had passed.
"Old Zhou, you washed the rice so fast just now."

It's just washing rice, but it's not a problem for a third-level senior chef?Zhou Zhou shook his head and said, "It's okay."

As he said in his mouth, his hands did not stop at all. The potatoes and green peppers were washed out one after another. He picked up the scraper and turned it gently, and a complete potato skin appeared in front of Chen Yan, and it was piled up into a standard cone .

"Wow!"

Chen Yan's screams spread to the dining car outside, and the several conductors who were concentrating on smashing eggs suddenly frowned, and one of them threw four J's fiercely, and shouted: "Bomb!"

(End of this chapter)