It’s not easy to be an interstellar chef

Chapter 292

If we were to choose the most well-known salty porridge, then century egg and lean meat porridge would definitely be at the top of the list.

From high-class halls to small streets, century egg and lean meat porridge can occupy a place without being out of place.

Preserved eggs and salted eggs are new ingredients introduced by the B&B. After all, the B&B raises some ducks. Duck eggs are not as delicious as chicken eggs, but they can be made into preserved eggs and salted eggs.

Because there was no pork, Su Chaoqi decided to make a workaround and make preserved egg and shredded chicken porridge.

Of course, Su Chaoqi didn't plan to just have a pot of porridge for breakfast. After all, it was a rare opportunity to spend time in the kitchen, so she planned to show off her cooking skills, which could also be considered as a rehabilitation of her craft.

According to the principle of dry and liquid food combination for breakfast, since we have porridge, we should pair it with a kind of dry food. This combination is reasonable.

When he was on Blue Star, if Su Chaoqi had porridge for breakfast, he would often have a fried dough stick, or a cake, or dumplings, steamed buns, etc. Unfortunately, these were all made of flour, and without wheat, Su Chaoqi could not make these.

Of course, this would not be a problem for Su Chaoqi.

"Xiao Zhao," she called out, "Do you have rice cakes?"

"Yes," Xiao Zhao answered subconsciously, then hesitated and said, "But that was ordered by the customer, so we only made a few."

"Then make it again," Su Chaoqi didn't think it was a problem, "Do you have cooked rice?"

Xiao Zhao and other staff members immediately brought over a large pot filled with freshly cooked rice.

Su Chaoqi took a look and said, "New?"

Xiao Zhao explained: "Last night's leftovers were fed to the chickens. If they were not needed, we would not leave leftovers overnight."

For a sanatorium that costs ten thousand a day, this treatment is normal. Su Chaoqi didn't say anything else and started making rice cakes.

While waiting for the rice paste to ferment, Su Chaoqi was not idle. Instead, he took a bowl, scooped a lot of rice, then sprinkled salt, soy sauce, chili powder and other seasonings, and put on disposable gloves to mix them manually.

Xiao Zhao had never seen this practice before, and immediately asked, "Teacher Chaoqi, what are you doing?"

Su Chaoqi said: "I plan to make rice crust. The method is not difficult. You can learn by watching."

The second half of the sentence was directed to Xiao Zhao and other staff members.

Except for the staff who still had work to do in the sanatorium, the rest gathered here to watch Su Chaoqi cook.

"I know what rice crust is," Xiao Zhao said. "It's the hard lumps that form when the rice gets mushy. The texture and taste... aren't very good."

"That's too much," Su Chaoqi replied, "What I'm going to do now is not that."

Su Chaoqi put the seasoned rice in a square metal baking tray, pressed it into a thin sheet less than one centimeter thick, cut it into small cubes with a knife, and put it into the oven.

After doing all this, the rice paste has almost fermented. Su Chaoqi stirs the rice paste to release the air, then pours it into molds one by one and puts it into the steamer to steam.

She made more than 20 rice cakes this time. As there were many ingredients, she couldn't control her itching to make some. If she couldn't finish them, she would share them with the guests living in the sanatorium. She would just consider them as free gifts from the sanatorium so that they wouldn't be wasted.

At this time, the porridge was still cooking, the rice cakes were being steamed, and the rice crusts were being roasted, all of which took time. Su Chaoqi had some free time for a while.

Mr. Luo took the opportunity to talk to Su Chaoqi: "Miss Su is an excellent cook. I just saw you cooking. Your movements were very orderly and well-organized. It can be seen that practice makes perfect."

Su Chaoqi responded politely: "You are too kind. As you said, practice makes perfect. With more practice, you will naturally be able to reach this level."

"That's not true," Director Luo shook his head and pointed at his assistant Wang. "Xiao Wang has been staying here for several days, but he hasn't gotten any more proficient."

Assistant Wang, who was shot for no reason, kept smiling and served as a background.

It took her several days to master her cooking skills, so Assistant Wang still has a lot to learn.

"In fact, what others make is not as good as what you make," Su Chaoqi said at the right time. "For the same dish, everyone has different cooking methods and seasonings, so the taste will be slightly different. Only you know what kind of taste you like."

Director Luo clapped his hands suddenly and said, "Miss Su is absolutely right. Some chefs can cook dishes that are not bad, but I just don't like them. But you also know that it is not easy to make an appointment with a chef. Every time I eat in a restaurant, it is like opening a blind box. It is okay if I open a good one, but I am afraid of opening a bad one."

Su Chaoqi said that she never had such worries and she would cook whatever she wanted to eat.

"It's rare to meet someone who loves food, so I'll give you some gifts." Su Chaoqi said, and then she operated a few times on the light computer and projected the images of several books in the air.

"A complete collection of home cooking recipes..." Mr. Luo read out the words on the cover of the book after Su Chaoqi's translation, and immediately refused, "This gift is too expensive, I can't accept it."

In the interstellar world, cooking textbooks are not circulated on the market at all, and if you want them, you have to pay a huge price to buy them.

Su Chaoqi just gave it out casually.

"It's not something valuable," Su Chaoqi explained, "It's just some information from the Blue Star period that I translated. I have made this information public a long time ago, but not many people pay attention to it."

Since Su Chaoqi said so, Mr. Luo asked Assistant Wang to accept it first, and then find a way to return the gift if it was really valuable.

As he was talking, the stove that was cooking porridge made a dripping sound, indicating that the preserved egg and lean meat porridge was ready. Su Chaoqi turned around, turned off the power, and sent a message to Su Chaoliu, asking her to come to the kitchen.

Because she had other things she wanted to do, she didn't plan to go back and rest.

Then the oven and steamer also made completion prompt sounds.

Su Chaoqi first opened the lid of the steamer and waited for the heat to dissipate. Then, the fluffy, white rice cakes came out of the oven.

"It smells so good," Su Chaoliu said as soon as she stepped into the kitchen. "Have you made rice cakes?"

Su Chaoqi nodded: "Yes, do you want to try one first?"

"Okay, I just finished my morning exercise and I'm really hungry now."

Because it was just out of the oven and still hot, Su Chaoqi inserted chopsticks into the rice cake and handed it to Su Chaoliu.

Then Su Chaoqi looked at Mr. Luo and said, "Would you like to have one too?"

"Okay," Director Luo nodded hurriedly, "Let me taste the difference between what you do and what you do in the convalescent hospital."

The rice cakes that Mr. Luo ate before were all made by the staff of the sanatorium. Mr. Luo loved them very much. The first time he ate them, he ate seven in one go and successfully choked himself.

Of course, Su Chaoqi couldn't just give it to Mr. Luo. She also gave it to Assistant Wang, and she also asked the staff of the sanatorium whether they wanted it.

Xiao Zhao refused on behalf of the others: "The nursing home stipulates that staff members cannot eat during work hours."

Since it is a rule, there is nothing that can be done about it, Su Chaoqi can only let it go.

Then I took the baking tray out of the oven and checked it to make sure the rice crust was done well.

She put the baking tray on the table, and the staff of the sanatorium who had been waiting for a long time immediately gathered around to see what Su Chaoqi had made.

"Come and try it," Su Chaoqi took out a few pieces of rice crust, crushed them into small pieces, and handed them to the staff. "Tasting doesn't count as eating. After trying it, you can practice making it."

Seeing that they still didn't dare, Su Chaoqi simply called Qiao's mother.

"Aunt, I made a new dish here and I want the staff to help me taste test it. Do you think it's okay?"

"What's the problem?" Qiao's mother agreed readily, "Of course."

After getting the consent from Qiao's mother, the staff let go and each took a piece to taste.

Xiao Zhao said in surprise: "It's crispy and delicious."

The important thing is that it looks simple to do.

"There are many ways to cook rice crust," Su Chaoqi nodded, put several pieces of rice crust on a plate, handed it to Su Chaoliu, and asked her to take it to Mr. Luo. She continued, "So I think we can use rice crust as a snack and give it to customers for free. Not only rice crust, but other snacks can also be given away."

With a room rate of 10,000 yuan a day, giving some cheap snacks won’t increase the cost much, but will make the guests feel good.

Because the sanatorium had only been open for a short time, various arrangements were still being perfected. Su Chaoqi's suggestion was very constructive, and Xiao Zhao took note of it carefully: "What other snacks are there? Teacher Chaoqi, please give me some suggestions."

"The simplest one," Su Chaoqi scooped a handful of soybeans from the table, "Stir-fried soybeans."

As Yue Ming grows more and more soybeans, they are becoming less and less valuable. It is no exaggeration to say that they are of good quality and low price.

Seeing their faces full of sudden enlightenment, Su Chaoqi put the soybeans back and accused them lightly: "Your thinking is too fixed. It may be that you haven't read the information I gave you thoroughly. There are still many areas that can be improved in the diet of the entire sanatorium."

Su Chaoliu lowered his head to hide the smile on his lips.

Su Chaoqi has never been a good person. What Qiao's mother did this time was not fair. Although Su Chaoqi said that it didn't matter and he didn't care, he was still able to take a little revenge.

It was impossible for Qiao's mother to ignore Su Chaoqi's advice, but this also reminded her that hiding the truth from Su Chaoqi would do them absolutely no good.

Originally, if Qiao's mother had not concealed these things from Su Chaoqi, Su Chaoqi could have brought them up in the early stages of the project's preparation to make the services of this sanatorium more complete, instead of trying to remedy the situation now.

Xiao Zhao knew that this was not the time to talk, and if he had any more questions, he could only ask Su Chaoqi in private. "

Su Chaoqi turned to Mr. Luo with a smile, and then the smile on his face froze.

She just said a few words to someone, and Mr. Luo finished four rice cakes and a plate of rice crusts.

Mr. Luo really lives up to his body shape. No wonder he can look a little plump in Interstellar.

"Please eat less," Su Chaoqi said helplessly, "There is still porridge in the pot."

Mr. Luo swallowed the rice cake in his mouth with difficulty, his eyes shining: "Hurry up, hurry up, I can't wait."