It’s not easy to be an interstellar chef

Jia Jia looked at the roast chicken on the table with some envy: "That's great. I wanted to order roast chicken at first, but no one at home wanted to eat it."

Poor minors, they really have no say at home.

Zhuge Mengmeng asked curiously: "What did your family order?"

Jia Jia thought for a moment and said, "Chicken soup and chopped pepper fish head, these two dishes are new to our family."

"Oh yeah, this isn't your first time staying at a B&B. Have you eaten roast chicken before?"

Jia Jia nodded gloomily: "I've already eaten, so my mother said not to order any more."

Su Chaoqi listened to their conversation for a while and stood up: "I'll go get some more food, you can eat first."

"Go ahead," Zhuge Mengmeng said, "We'll wait for you."

Jia Jia nodded on the side, but had no intention of picking up her chopsticks first.

Zhuge Mengmeng's school is considered a famous school, and her classmates basically come from good backgrounds and have good family education.

In this case, Su Chaoqi did not insist.

She walked to the door of the cafeteria and saw a sign erected at the door. She couldn't help but stop to read what was on it.

The sign listed the management regulations of the Chefs Association, which included two points. One was that the Chefs Association's definition of "dish" was a dish made from exotic animal meat that could be eaten directly; the other was that people outside the Chefs Association were not allowed to make a profit by buying and selling dishes.

The B&B responded to these two points: what they sell are ingredients and rented equipment. The ingredients have only been processed and are still raw and inedible when they reach the customers. The customers cook the ingredients themselves and process them into finished dishes.

The food on display in the buffet restaurant is all made from plants, which are not considered dishes. It is not against the rules to buy and sell food made from plants, so guests are welcome to take whatever they want.

If people from the Chefs Association saw this, they would be so angry that they would get high blood pressure.

In fact, we should thank the Pharmaceutical Association for being able to exploit such a big loophole, because the Chefs Association initially defined "dish" as anything eaten through the mouth, but the Pharmaceutical Association disagreed. Most of their medicines are also taken orally. Could it be that the Chefs Association wants to override the Pharmaceutical Association and manage them?

After arguing for several years, the Chefs Association made concessions and only included dishes made with exotic animal meat within the scope of management. Plant-based potions or pills were not under their control.

But no one expected that a Su Dynasty would appear many years later, and now the Chefs Association and the Pharmacy Association have not noticed what they have done, so this loophole remains there.

Su Chaoqi walked into the buffet restaurant. She was not in a hurry to get the tray, but walked around the restaurant to see what dishes were available.

Su Chaoqi had tried vegan buffets in his previous life, especially some temples, which would have "big dishes" on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar calendar. Su Chaoqi would occasionally join in the fun and worship in front of the Buddha, after all, he was eating someone else's food.

The dishes in the buffet at the B&B are fewer than those in the top vegetarian restaurant that Su Chaoqi had seen in his previous life, but they are not much different from some small restaurants. The more specific difference is that there is no pasta in the B&B.

After all, wheat has not been found yet, so there are no pasta products like steamed buns and noodles.

But there are rice cakes and rice noodles.

There are also various soy products. Su Chaoqi feels that the soy products here can be written into a book called "One Hundred Ways to Cook Soy Products".

By the way, did she really translate such a book and give it to Qiao's mother?

She translated so much information that she couldn't remember it all without looking it up on her computer.

Su Chaoqi walked around and after she had a rough plan in her mind about what dishes to get, she picked up a tray.

First, I took a small casserole of soup, then a bowl of Chiba tofu, a portion of rice and some stir-fried vegetables, and finally a pot of iced soy milk.

In addition to iced soy milk, there are also various types of fruit juices. Speaking of the information about the drinks, she didn't translate much because neither she nor Su Chaoliu were very keen on drinking this kind of drinks. But if something like Coke, Sprite, and iced black tea were really made, they would probably become popular quickly, just like potato chips.

Who can resist a glass of Happy Fat House Water?

Just translate the information and give it to Yue Ming, and let him find someone to cooperate with.

As she thought about this, she carried the tray back to the table and placed the dishes she had brought on the table.

Then you can start.

Su Chaoqi put on gloves, picked up the provided knife, and began to cut the roast chicken that had cooled to the appropriate temperature.

As a chef, knife skills are basic skills. To butcher an ox, one must understand the body structure of the ox and have a thorough understanding of the texture of beef. Chicken is the most commonly used ingredient, and Su Chaoqi has naturally cut it many times and is very skilled at it. So she cut off two chicken legs smoothly and gave them to the two girls.

Zhuge Mengmeng accepted it very naturally, but Jiajia subconsciously refused.

Su Chaoqi could tell that this was a girl with strict family education, so he smiled and comforted her: "It's okay, I can make it myself, so I eat it often, just eat it."

Jia Jia glanced at Zhuge Mengmeng, who nodded at her: "Eat it, I can cook it too. I'll cook it for you next time."

Jia Jia accepted it and asked curiously, "Sister, are you a chef?" "No," Su Chaoqi shook his head, "I just know how to cook, I'm not a chef."

This concept was beyond Jia Jia's understanding. She widened her eyes in surprise: "Isn't it true that only chefs can learn cooking?"

"Oh, cooking is not difficult," Zhuge Mengmeng waved her hand, "I can cook, too. Next time you come to my house, I'll cook for you."

People always subconsciously assume that what people close to them say is right, so Jia Jia happily agreed: "Okay, I'll come to your house in a few days."

"Call a few more people," Zhuge Mengmeng clapped her hands happily, "let's cook a big meal together."

Su Chaoqi first observed a moment of silence for Zhuge Mengmeng's kitchen.

"Let's drink the soup first." Su Chaoqi divided the soup into three portions. The casserole was empty, so Su Chaoqi put it on the recycling cart on the side. The staff would come to collect it soon.

Zhuge Mengmeng's face fell: "I can't eat too many dishes after drinking the soup."

That's why she didn't take the soup, she just wanted to eat more vegetables. As a result, Su Chaoqi went in and brought the soup.

"No," Su Chaoqi immediately rejected her protest, "Drinking soup nourishes the stomach."

Mrs. Zhuge handed Zhuge Mengmeng over to her, and she always had to take good care of her.

Zhuge Mengmeng pouted and could only drink the soup in small sips obediently, keeping her eyes on the other dishes.

Jia Jia had never heard of this saying but it didn't stop her from drinking the soup honestly. Besides, she was not like Zhuge Mengmeng who had to drink soup every day. The taste of the soup was still very good for her, so she drank it happily.

After drinking the soup, the chopsticks reached out to the dishes on the table. Because the portion of each dish was small, a lot of empty plates soon piled up in the recycling cart. When the pile reached a certain level, the staff would come forward to clean up.

The chicken bones on the table kept increasing, but the three of them still didn't finish the roast chicken and left a few pieces.

"I can't eat anymore, I can't eat anymore!" Zhuge Mengmeng said, holding her stomach, "I'm so full, I can't eat anymore."

Jia Jia also enjoyed the meal very much. She looked at the few pieces of chicken on the table with regret and asked, "What about the rest?"

"Just pack it up," Su Chaoqi was much more restrained than them. He only ate until he was 80% full, waved to the staff for a disposable food box, and put the remaining chicken into the box. "Go out for a few laps and then go back to the room to digest the food."

The two girls responded obediently and walked away hand in hand.

Su Chaoqi went around to the kitchen.

The staff in the kitchen are doing the cleaning work. Although it is not yet nine o'clock, some people are still trying to eat one more bite, but basically they can't eat too much. Many tables of guests have left, and the dishes will be sent to the kitchen for cleaning and disinfection.

However, with large dishwashers, workers only need to put the washed dishes in place.

The boss lady naturally only needed to stand aside and supervise. When she saw Su Chaoqi coming, she immediately came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Su Chaoqi said softly: "I want to get some ingredients for tomorrow's meals."

When I was in school, I didn’t have time for three meals a day, but when I returned to the B&B, I could still have three meals a day. The pace of life in the B&B is slower after all.

"Actually, the B&B also provides three meals a day," Qiao's mother persuaded, "Why don't you eat with us?"

Three meals are only provided to guests who stay for more than three days. Those who book so many days are obviously not here for fun, but just to change their way of life. In the future, all such guests will be accommodated in the area currently under construction.

Su Chaoqi refused: "Forget it, I haven't cooked for myself for a long time."

Mother Qiao thought so too. Su Chaoqi's cooking was much better than eating at the B&B. The main reason was that Su Chaoqi could cook more dishes by herself. Therefore, she stopped persuading her and took her to the warehouse: "The ingredients are all here. There is a refrigerator and freezer over there. Remember to wear protective clothing when you go in."

Su Chaoqi started picking things in the warehouse, but there were only two of them, so she didn't take much and soon came out of the warehouse.

"Come here, I'll enter you into the system," Qiao's mother operated it for a while, "You can come whenever you want tomorrow, just scan your face."

When it comes to food, Qiao's mother has always been generous to Su Chaoqi. After all, it is impossible for Su Chaoqi to really empty out the warehouse for her.

Of course, Su Chaoqi would not refuse this convenience.

After coming out of the warehouse, Su Chaoqi saw a movie playing in the open-air cinema. She stopped and took a look, and found that it was a movie she had heard of but had never seen.

In fact, she has only watched a handful of movies since her birth, and has spent all her spare time doing what she wants to do.

She still had some unfinished work to do today, and although she thought the movie was a good one that received rave reviews during its release, she still turned around and left without any reluctance.

After returning to her small building, she opened her schedule and deleted some of the arrangements for the past few days, and moved some to later. Her schedule instantly became much more relaxed and no longer full. (End of this chapter)