It’s not easy to be an interstellar chef

According to Blue Star's living habits, three or four o'clock should be tea time, not a meal that I don't know how to count.

But this is interstellar, so it doesn’t matter.

Uncle Guo sighed as he ate, always feeling guilty of betrayal and abandoning other colleagues to eat delicious food here.

"Grandpa Guo, what's wrong with you?" Zhuge Mengmeng noticed and asked him in a low voice, "Why are you unhappy?"

"Because I am the only one who can eat such delicious food," Uncle Guo smiled bitterly, "None of my friends have ever eaten such delicious food."

Zhuge Mengmeng opened her mouth. Uncle Guo was leading 300 people. She couldn't ask Su Chaoqi to cook a dish for each of these [-] people. This would tire them to death.

But she was still naive, so she said, "When you raise chickens and learn some cooking skills, you can eat chicken every day."

"How many chickens do you need to raise to have enough food?" Uncle Guo shook his head, "It's unrealistic, it's unrealistic."

But you can eat eggs every day.

"Chaoqi, let's talk," Mrs. Zhuge waved to Su Chaoqi, "Let's come together, Xiao Qiao."

Su Chaoqi and Qiao Zhiyan followed Han Zhengzhong and Mrs. Zhuge into the study.

"Friendship is here, and I won't beat around the bush. The food on today's table cannot be free, right? What do you want?" Han Zhengzhong asked directly, "Money?"

"Uncle Han," Su Chaoqi smiled and shook his head, "I'm not a chef. In principle, I can't use my cooking skills to make money, so even if you give me money, I won't accept it."

"I would rather you ask for money." Han Zhengzhong said.

"Of course," Su Chaoqi shrugged, "I understand that free is the most expensive."

Seeing that she didn't hide her ulterior motives at all, Han Zhengzhong knew that she must be particularly confident in her chips.

"Then state your conditions." Han Zhengzhong was already mentally prepared when he decided to be soft-spoken.

Su Chaoqi released a 3D drawing of her snack street plan: "In the short term, I have a cooperation with Mr. Yue, and I hope the Han family can also join in."

"What if I refuse?" Han Zhengzhong prepared himself for the worst, "What are you going to do?"

"I won't do anything," Su Chaoqi said calmly, "After all, I have gotten what I want, but the Han family has missed an opportunity."

"What did you get?"

“Being able to get rice stably at low prices is the best thing I’ve ever gotten.”

"That's all you want?"

"This is what I can control now." It would be useless to her if she gave other things, and she might not be able to keep them.

She was very sober, and Han Zhengzhong nodded approvingly: "Then show me the cooperation you mentioned."

Su Chaoqi did not give Han Zhengzhong the specific plan because it was considered a commercial secret. She only showed a final 3D design.

"Mr. Yue and I plan to build a vegetarian snack street, like this, with shops on both sides and tables and chairs in the middle. I hope the Han family can become one of the raw material suppliers."

"Such commercial streets are not uncommon," Han Zhengzhong glanced at the design. "Except for the different items sold, how can you guarantee that you can open this street?"

The menu is no secret either. Su Chaoqi listed all the foods she could make with today's ingredients.

Soybeans and rice, with just these two main ingredients, she can make at least dozens of things, which can fill at least one-third of the store.

"You can discuss specific matters with Manager Qin."

Su Chaoqi pushed Qin Xin's contact information to Han Zhengzhong.

But Han Zhengzhong did not need the contact information she gave him: "I have her contact information and I will contact her."

"Chaoqi," Mrs. Zhuge said, "You just said that this is just a short-term request of yours. Is there a long-term request?"

"Yes," Su Chaoqi nodded, "In the long term... I not only want you to raise chickens, ducks and fish, but I also hope that you can raise pigs, cattle and sheep in the future."

In Blue Star, these are the more common edible meats.

"This won't work," Han Zhengzhong objected before Mrs. Zhuge could say anything. "Pigs, cows and sheep are too aggressive. They are not on the same level as chickens."

Apart from other things, if a person is hit by a chicken and is hit by a pig, cow or sheep, will the impact be the same?

Su Chaoqi did not deny it: "So it is a long-term plan."

In addition to the Han family, she can't think of any other more suitable candidates to do this. After all, the Han family has quite a few retired soldiers. They may not have special powers, but after training, relying on their numbers and brains, they can definitely compete with the first-level soldiers. To contend with alien beasts.

For example, Uncle Guo, as long as you tell him how to catch a chicken, will it be difficult given his skill and physique?
"It's impossible in the long run," Han Zhengzhong said. "After all, the risks and costs are too great."

"What if we hire super-powered warriors?" "How can there be so many super-powered warriors? Even if the super-powered warriors are retired, their retirement benefits will arrange them into suitable positions and their living standards will be worry-free. They don't need me to help them. Provide jobs.”

"Mr. Han," Qiao Zhiyan said at this time, "the more people who can afford to eat meat, the more supernatural warriors there will be. There are only more than ten people between ordinary soldiers and supernatural warriors." Kilograms of meat.”

Han Zhengzhong admitted that what they said made sense, but after all, this is indeed a long-term goal, and it will definitely not be arranged within ten or eight years. After all, the supernatural warriors have not yet reached that point, so they can put it aside for the time being.

"I will contact Qin Xin. What are your plans next?"

Su Chaoqi thought for a while: "Go back to the academy and go to school."

He said this like an ordinary child.

But Qiao Zhiyan said: "I think the pilot can start as soon as possible. Tomorrow I will list the things needed and hope to purchase everything as soon as possible."

"That's fine," Mrs. Zhuge nodded, "this kind of matter should be dealt with sooner rather than later."

The matter was discussed clearly. Su Chaoqi and Qiao Zhiyan left the study. Han Zhengzhong and Mrs. Zhuge still had something to talk about.

"Should I say she is whimsical or daring?" Han Zhengzhong shook his head, "A child from Area Z is better than our children."

Not to mention other children in their family, Han Yuze is still bullying his cousin downstairs. He is fifteen or sixteen years old, and he is not much different from Su Chaoqi, so why are they so different.

Mrs. Zhuge did not sigh with him, but only said: "What do you think is the possibility of the snack street she wants to build?"

"It depends on how many people she can drag into trouble. The more people she can drag into trouble, the greater the chance of success."

After Qiao Zhiyan left the study room, he looked at Su Chaoqi with condemnation in his eyes: "You only told me about raising chickens, what about raising ducks and fish?"

Su Chaoqi pretended to be stupid: "Didn't I tell you? Then I must have forgotten. Duck meat is also delicious. Duck eggs can also be made into preserved eggs and salted duck eggs, especially with porridge."

Qiao Zhiyan felt a headache when she thought about the compressed bag that had just been opened: "Come and make a menu for me. I will go back to pack my luggage tomorrow, and I will come over the day after tomorrow."

"In that hurry?"

"There's no rush. You have so much to do, and I can't hold you back."

The goal of their pilot project is to test the effects of rice and eggs on the human body, so they can only have these two ingredients. Even in the Su Dynasty, it would be difficult to make any tricks.

"They also drink nutritional supplements every day, so they have a fixed meal every day... no, two meals is enough. Now is the busy farming season; they consume a lot, so just two meals in the morning and evening."

"There is a fixed egg in the morning, and you can have an unlimited supply of porridge. You can make egg drop porridge by cracking some eggs. You can decide what to cook for dinner in the evening, whether it is fried eggs, steamed eggs, scrambled eggs, or, by the way, egg fried rice. It’s also delicious…”

Su Chaoqi was reading the menu for Qiao Zhiyan, and she looked at Qiao Zhiyan with sympathy: "Brother Zhiyan, it's not easy to cook a big pot of food."

The main reason why big pot dishes are difficult to cook is that the portions are large, and just beating eggs is probably tiring enough.

Qiao Zhiyan still doesn't know what arduous tasks are waiting for him ahead, but he does feel that it is difficult to make food for three hundred people: "There are so many people, I can't teach them all."

The next day, Mrs. Zhuge got a list of things to buy, and she was well prepared and took out a short-term contract for Qiao Zhiyan to sign.

Party A of this contract is the Veterans Management Association, which hired Qiao Zhiyan as an expert to assist with pilot observations for six months.

The contract was very long. After reading it, Qiao Zhiyan signed his name.

"I need to go back to pack my things and prepare to live here permanently. I can come back tomorrow."

Mrs. Zhuge nodded without any surprise: "Okay, you can live here. If you are not sure about anything else, you can ask Uncle Guo."

Su Chaoqi immediately said, "I'll stay a few more days."

Qiao Zhiyan couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great. I feel much more at ease with you here."

This was also the reason why Su Chaoqi considered staying. As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning, and the beginning is always the hardest. She was worried.

Mrs. Zhuge asked her: "Doesn't it matter at school? You've been missing classes for a few days, right?"

"It doesn't matter," Su Chaoqi wrote lightly, "I have already studied next year's courses on my own, so it doesn't matter if I miss a few days of classes.

She has said so, what can Mrs. Zhuge do, she can only let her do it.

Qiao Zhiyan went back to pack Changli's luggage, and Su Chaoqi went to the edge of the rice field.

It was past eight o'clock, but everyone in the rice fields was busy working.

Although there is the assistance of technology, people still need to monitor and avoid accidents.

The cultivator rotates its gears and breaks the originally hard soil into pieces; the seeder mechanically puts rice seeds into the pit regularly and then buries it with soil; the automatic sprinkler evenly spreads water to every corner. (End of chapter)