It’s not easy to be an interstellar chef

Chapter 78

Yan Tieyi came back after picking up the dishes and chopsticks he ordered.

People in Interstellar don't need to cook and eat. Naturally, they don't have these things at home, but it's not difficult to place an order. Many people will buy a few sets to display at home without using them, just to make one look good.

A set of bowls and chopsticks costs seven to eight hundred star coins, but these are not disposable items, so Yan Tieyi felt that they were not expensive, and the courier delivered them quickly after placing the order.

A set of bowls and chopsticks contains ten bowls and ten pairs of chopsticks. Yan Tieyi counted the heads in his family and bought two sets.

After taking it apart, put it in a quick sterilization cabinet and sterilize it once before dividing it.

Marshal Yan sat at the head, Yan Tieyi and Yan's mother sat on either side of him, and then sat all the way down, half of the conference table was filled, and then Marshal Yan said: "Let's eat when everyone is seated. .”

Yan Tieyi first scooped a bowl of soup for his father, fished out several mushrooms, and whispered: "Dad, eating this will be good for your health."

Then I gave my mother a piece of roast chicken.

Zhuge Mengmeng also stretched out her chopsticks to pick up the roasted chicken. After all, the roasted chicken was shiny and the sweet smell kept entering her nose. She had been craving the roasted chicken for a long time.

As a result, the outstretched hand was patted gently by the mother: "You are not allowed to eat, just drink chicken soup."

Who knows if this roasted chicken will irritate Zhuge Mengmeng's stomach.

Zhuge Mengmeng pouted unhappily. She wanted to eat, but she didn't dare to disobey her mother.

Zhuge Ningning suggested: "Then ask Chao Liu, she and Chao Qi should know."

She said this with a natural look on her face. I am afraid that except for her who had not guessed where this dish came from, everyone else on the table had more or less guessed it.

Not counting Marshal Yan and Yan's mother, they didn't know Su Chaoliu or Su Chaoqi at all.

Zhuge Mengmeng secretly glanced at Yan Tieyi and saw that he didn't even raise his eyes when he heard these two names, and he was a little unsure again.

But apart from Su Chaoliu and Su Chaoqi, she really couldn't think of anyone else who would do such a thing.

But for her own appetite, she still used her brain to send a message to Su Chaoliu asking if she could eat roast chicken.

Su Chaoliu's message came back quickly: one or two yuan will be fine.

Zhuge Mengmeng raised his eyebrows and asked again: What about the steamed ones?
Su Chaoliu Hui: Let’s adjust the dipping sauce again, don’t put too much chili pepper.

Great, now she was sure that these dishes were really made by them.

So when did my cousin have personal contact with them?

Zhuge Mengmeng thought about it for a long time and couldn't think of anything.

Although it is not that Yan Tieyi has never met Su Chaoliu, Yan Tieyi can see many people in a day, but there are only a few that he can remember, and there are only a few that can make him willing to develop a personal relationship, not even in a month. One, not ten in a year.

It is normal for a proud man of heaven to be so defiant.

So he suddenly became familiar with Su Chaoliu...it was strange no matter how you looked at it.

But no matter how strange it was, it wasn't her turn to point fingers. After all, she was only a little older, and even Yan Hanguang didn't have the courage to ask about it.

Zhuge Ningmeng didn't think too much. After seeing Su Chaoliu's reply, she picked carefully and picked out the largest piece of meat, the big chicken leg, and gave it to Zhuge Ningmeng.

Mrs. Zhuge frowned, feeling that the meat was too big, but Zhuge Ningning said plausibly, "One or two pieces will be fine."

But this piece can compete with the other three pieces.

But Zhuge Mengmeng had already taken a bite with quick eyes and hands, and Mrs. Zhuge could not put the bitten meat back again.

The mother and daughter of the Zhuge family are fighting wits and courage, while Yan Tieyi is saying to his parents: "I will give you the link to this store later. I saw that the price is not expensive. Dad should drink chicken soup once a week." "

Mother Yan agreed to this kind of thing simply. Just as Yan Tieyi said, it was not expensive. Mother Yan had always been so sophisticated at home. After hearing this, she asked, "Do you want to give the chef some?" Something to express gratitude for?”

In the interstellar, it is a common rule to give a thank you gift to the chef after eating the food cooked by the chef. However, the reason for this rule... is also a bad smell. Yan Tieyi has always disliked it, so he frowned when he heard this: " There’s no need… I’ll take care of this, Mom, please leave it alone.”

The reason for changing his story was that he remembered that he still owed the other party a favor and would inevitably be involved in the future.

Yan's mother was a little surprised and didn't understand why he was willing to take care of such mundane matters, but of course Yan Tieyi was happy to let him go if he wanted to take care of her.

Yan Tieyi had something else to explain: "This chicken soup is not pre-cooked and delivered here. You need to make it yourself, but don't worry, this step is not difficult at all."

Yan's mother didn't believe it: "Is there any cooking skill that's not difficult?"

This time it was Mrs. Zhuge who answered her: "It is not difficult at all to put the processed ingredients into a pot and add water to stew. What is difficult is the processing of the ingredients. These stores have already done it." Mother Yan was slightly surprised: " Is this okay? But...but..."

Yan's mother felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

Some restaurants use transparent and open layouts as a gimmick to attract customers. Yan’s mother also went to such restaurants. She watched the chef take out ingredients, mainly meat, from the refrigerator, and then perform a series of operations. Yan’s mother was I didn’t understand it, I just felt that the chef was moving back and forth on the operating table, his fingers dancing on various bottles and jars, and all kinds of kitchen utensils were taking turns, including knives, soup spoons, and various pots and pans.

Therefore, in her impression, the preparation of a dish is cumbersome and complicated and cannot be done by ordinary people.

"Aunt, it's like this," Zhuge Mengmeng explained, "The difficulty of some dishes lies in the processing of ingredients. The cooking techniques are not complicated. I can cook a few dishes."

Mrs. Zhuge rolled her eyes beside her, but she didn't expose her daughter after all.

Her so-called ability to cook is that she brought back some leftovers when she came back from the B&B. When making porridge, she chopped up the leftovers and cooked them together with the porridge. It can be said that it has no gold content.

But Yan's mother didn't know. She smiled and praised: "Mengmeng can cook now, she's really good."

But with the support of Zhuge Mengmeng's words, she finally believed that cooking was not difficult, and no longer worried about it.

Yan Tieyi turned to discuss with Marshal Yan, who had already silently drank three bowls of soup: "Dad, I asked my friend that you should stop drinking cold water every day and drink hot water instead. Drinking hot water is good for your health."

Marshal Yan raised his eyelids and looked at him: "What's wrong with drinking cold water? Don't you want to drink it?"

As a father, he doesn't know that he wants to hug the ice every time after training, let alone drink cold water.

After all, who hasn't lived like this? Marshal Yan was like this when he was young, so he has long developed the habit of drinking cold water. Even when the weather is cold, he likes to drink cold water, but he can't drink hot water.

Yan Tieyi was too lazy to tell his father so much. He just captured the thief first and turned to his mother: "I asked a friend to help me find medicinal materials. My mother soaks his feet in hot water every night."

Mother Yan smiled, did not respond, and asked softly: "Where did you hear this saying? Cold water and hot water are just the same temperature difference. Why is cold water bad for the body, but hot water is good for the body? Already?"

Yan Tieyi said concisely and concisely: "Cold water hurts the stomach. Dad has stomach problems."

Zhuge Ningning and Zhuge Mengmeng, who were listening with their ears on the side, nodded desperately because they had also heard this statement from Su Chaoqi. Su Chaoqi also said that girls should drink less and eat less cold things. Zhuge Mengmeng insisted on it. In more than a month, the body's physical parameters have improved to a certain extent. Although the improvement is not much, it also shows that it is useful.

Mrs. Zhuge thought for a while, then whispered in Yan's mother's ear.

The main reason is that Zhuge Mengmeng's physical improvement is visible to the naked eye. The most obvious thing is that her hands and feet are no longer cold during those few days every month, and she is more on time and no longer irregular.

"Are you sure it's because of drinking hot water?" Mother Yan asked in a low voice.

Mrs. Zhuge thought about it, and to be honest, she was really not sure, because there were quite a lot of changes that had happened to Zhuge Mengmeng in the past few months, and she couldn't say which change had adjusted her body.

But well...

"Try it, hot water is not poisonous anyway." Mrs. Zhuge said.

This sentence is very correct, so Yan's mother did not hesitate to deprive Marshal Yan of his right to drink cold water: "You have to drink medicine every day when you have a stomachache. Maybe drinking more hot water can make your pain less severe every day."

"There are also hot baths and foot soaks." Yan Tieyi did not forget to add a reminder.

Marshal Yan has no say in this issue. Because of the tacit understanding between husband and wife for so many years, he has long been accustomed to having his wife arrange and handle the chores at home, but he will never let himself be at the mercy of others.

So he put down the soup bowl and coughed lightly: "Since I want to do this, do I also want the iron coat?" Then he turned his eyes and saw Yan Hanguang sitting aside quietly eating meat, and added: "Hanguang Too."

Yan Hanguang raised his head in confusion: Why does it still have to do with me?
Yan's mother saw that he didn't want to bear it alone, so she thought about it and didn't object.

Yan Hanguang and Yan Tieyi both thought silently in their hearts: School is about to start/return to the army anyway, and their aunt/mom won't be able to take care of them at that time.

Zhuge Ningning raised her hand with a smile: "Uncle, Mengmeng and I are also with you. We don't drink cold water now."

Whether to drink cold water or not is a trivial matter. Yan Tieyi thought about it: "Aunt, I heard that Mengmeng's health has improved a lot. Is it because she insists on drinking porridge now?"

Mrs. Zhuge glanced at him.

For a busy man like Yan Tieyi, he was already aware of Zhuge Mengmeng's physical condition, so bringing it up specifically at this time would naturally have its purpose.

"What do you want?"

Yan Tieyi whispered: "The number of permanently disabled soldiers registered in Yanhuang Star has reached nearly one million."

This number is not large compared to Yanhuang Star's population of nearly [-] billion, but everyone has lifelong sequelae. Those that cannot be cured by the treatment cabin can only take medicine, and the Wounded Soldiers Association will provide monthly subsidies. , it can still be reimbursed, but the cost is one thing, and the permanent physical discomfort is another.

Mrs. Zhuge couldn't help but remain silent. She probably knew what Yan Tieyi meant, but this was not the place to talk about it.

(End of this chapter)