Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Chapter 53 Northeast rice bag

When he walked outside the door, Uncle Sun was holding a bag of toffee, feeling a little happy.

The milk candies these days are not like those of later generations, and even children are tired of them.

If Su Qingfeng can take out this thing, his sincerity is real.

Uncle Sun originally wanted to leave, but because of this handful of toffee, he suddenly changed his mind.

"Come on, you're not familiar with this place. I'll take you to the cafeteria."

While walking on the road, Su Qingfeng said nice things without leaving a trace while asking about Uncle Sun's origins.

It turns out that there was a reason why the previous officers were so attentive to Uncle Sun.

Uncle Sun's son is a senior engineer in a steel factory. He is a qualified technical talent. His monthly salary is as high as more than 100 yuan.

His son's salary alone is enough to support the whole family.

Not to mention that his son's words in the factory were meaningful and he could easily get his father an easy job.

This does not depend on the monk’s face, but also on the Buddha’s face.

As long as Uncle Sun doesn't commit any principled conflicts, he can almost walk sideways in the factory.

As the two talked, Uncle Sun became interested in the conversation.

This young man is young, but his conversation is extraordinary.

Especially when it comes to the special food from all over the world, I can easily talk about it.

Even a man like Uncle Sun, who doesn't pay much attention to food and drink, secretly swallowed his saliva.

For example, the pink kudzu and red bean mackerel soup in Shunde in the south is refreshing and moisturizing, and fried with mackerel oil to remove the fishy smell. The kudzu is even sweeter, and the red bean has a quiet bean aroma. It is a highly praised dish in autumn.

Another example is why there is so much smoked bacon in Guiyang.

That's because Guiyang is shrouded in clouds and fog most of the year, and the air is very humid. Food has a short shelf life and needs to be pickled.

First, the pork is cut into pieces, then marinated and seasoned, and finally fried in a pan to lock in the moisture. After the meat pieces cool, they are then dipped in lard.

Relying on oil to isolate moisture, after being stored for more than a month, the pork will be slowly saturated with oil. This is the so-called oil-based meat.

After hearing this, Uncle Sun couldn't help but smack his lips, "It's such a fuel-consuming thing, it tastes delicious just by hearing it, but who can afford it?"

Su Qingfeng smiled and said nothing.

Who would have thought that in a few years, the number of people who can afford to eat oil-based meat will grow rapidly.

Under the torrent of the times, they will all be witnesses.

Just as he was talking, Uncle Sun couldn't help but be a little curious, "Master Xiao Su, I think your speech is unusual. Have you ever been to school?"

Of course when the word "Of course" came to her lips, Su Qingfeng suddenly seemed to be hit by a bolt from the blue and stood frozen on the spot.

Because...he was a fool for the first half of his life. How could he be able to read?
In other words, he is simply illiterate!
Fortunately, no one has any doubts yet...

Su Qingfeng let out a sigh of relief, but still became alert, thinking that he should go somewhere to study.

No matter what, you shouldn't be blind.

His mind was racing, and he couldn't help but think of the educated youth in the village.

He remembered...it seemed like there was going to be a primary school in the village?
I don't know how to handle it now.

Fortunately, all these thoughts happened in the blink of an eye.

On his face, he smiled and said, "Me, I only know a few words and I haven't read any books."

Uncle Sun glanced at him with some regret.

Thinking in his mind, he kept walking and took Su Qingfeng to the kitchen of the cafeteria.The state-owned hotel outside is about to open.

The canteen of the steel factory is even more busy, with tray after tray of steamed buns being taken out of the steamer.

Today's meal is stir-fried bean sprouts, whole grain batter soup, white flour steamed buns, stewed tofu, and the last highlight, beef stew with potatoes.

All the big dishes that need to be cooked are finished, and there are only a few small stir-fry items left, which will be ready to fry when the time comes.

When the master chef in the back kitchen heard the movement on the other side of the door, his face darkened and he was about to get angry.

Is this a place where I can come casually?

As a result, when he raised his head, his eyes met Uncle Sun's, and the reproachful words came to his lips, and his tone suddenly changed:
"Uncle Sun, are you hungry? Why don't you see Mr. Sun here with you today? Why don't you wait a moment, or...satisfy your hunger with two white-flour steamed buns?"

Uncle Sun waved his hands nonchalantly, "The rules are the rules, how can we do things like this? I am here to send Master Xiao Su. Isn't that boy Zhou Dapao hospitalized? During this time, he is here to take over the work."

The kitchen was quiet for a moment.

Then, Su Qingfeng felt many eyes focused on him.

There's sizing up, there's jealousy, there's curiosity and there's even trying to please...

During this period, Uncle Sun had already explained Su Qingfeng's identity clearly.

He didn't come in simply based on connections as everyone thought.

He is the second chef of a state-owned hotel and the holder of an eighth-level chef certificate. In terms of level and reputation, he is not inferior to the other two chefs.

The key is that he is still young and seems to have a good relationship with Uncle Sun and Zhou Dapao.

How many fools are there who can get into the kitchen?

Knowing that Su Qingfeng had a background, how could they still rush to make others uncomfortable?
It’s too late to coax Su Qingfeng!
Only the two chefs felt a little uncomfortable.

After all, they originally planned to arrange for an acquaintance to take Zhou Dapao's place.

Seeing that the master chef was not cursing, the vegetable cutters and the serving ladies all came over.

In the crowd, a woman who looked like a white-faced steamed bun squeezed over. She smiled and said:
"Master Su, we have almost all the big dishes here, how about making two small stir-fries?"

There were people looking around from time to time.

They also want to see the difference between the craftsmanship of Erzao in this state-owned hotel and the master craftsmen in their own factory.
Su Qingfeng thought about it for a while, and now the main dishes have basically been decided, and there is no room for him to play.

So he simply said, "How about... I open a small stove?"

The two head chefs over there were stunned for a moment, and then they thought that doing this... was not a bad idea.

If you want to eat Xiao Zao these days, you have to pay extra. The key point is that there is a big dish in the cafeteria today - potato stewed beef. With this dish, who would go to the window to order Xiao Zao?
Is it possible that vegetarian food can be as delicious as meat food?
Let Su Qingfeng start a small business, so that he can kill his majesty.

With the chef's consent, Su Qingfeng began to think about it.

Xiaozao...what should I do?
Just as the two chefs thought, Su Qingfeng didn't plan to do vegetable stir-fries or the like.

If you want to attract factory workers, you can only start from another aspect-staple food.

He pondered it in his mind for a while, and suddenly an idea came to him.

How about trying... Northeast rice dumplings?

The rotten egg sauce, eggplant and mashed potatoes, seasoned with sesame oil, soybean oil and Northeastern miso, can make people confused.

The only difficulty is that the condiments for this thing are hard to find.

So... Su Qingfeng set her sights on the universal seasoning box.

　see you tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)