Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 1350

Mao Shisan had been on the Haitian for many days.Although the ship has been sailing in the dark, I don't know where it is.When I first boarded the ship, I was locked up in the cabin for a few days after asking questions. Later, when I docked somewhere, I was scrubbed with hot water several times, my head was shaved, and I changed into my old uniform. I was finally able to move around freely. .

He secretly asked his only acquaintance, Fu Ji—the average-sized young man who took care of him when he was in a coma. Is this what soldiers often call "purification"? It was only a preliminary cleaning, at least there were no fleas and lice, so there was no need to be locked in a small cabin.But he still has to eat alone in the cabin every day, and after eating, the wooden tableware is thrown into the sea directly.Some places are still not allowed to enter.Fu Ji told him that when he had more time to rest next time, the sanitation staff on board would give him a thorough decontamination

Within a few days, the Haitian took a "big rest" on a small island to replenish fresh water and clean up.Mao Shisan finally tasted the taste of "purification". He stripped his clothes and broke his buttocks. The hygienist gave him a potion that caused him to have diarrhea for two days. The hygienist gave him another kind of potion when he farted, so he was all right.The range of activities has also been extended to the whole ship, and the tableware on board can also be used for meals.

Mao Shisan has completely fallen in love with this boat with food and clothing, and it is best to stay on the boat for the rest of his life.Although Fu Ji has always boasted that Lingao is heaven, he doesn't believe there is a happier place than this.According to my adoptive father, the generals in Dongjiang Town—even the old Mao Shuai and the current Huang Shuai—eat two meals, while the people on the boat eat three meals!Mao Shisan thought that the emperor's prime minister or something would be needed to have three meals, right?But here, even an outsider like him can eat three meals along with him!In order to be able to live in this three-meal paradise for a long time, his simple thinking told himself that if he wants to make progress, he must actively express himself, work hard spontaneously, and help sailors straighten sails, break ice, wipe decks, and wash gun chambers .But often they are turned down by the parties after a few attempts. They say that they are full-time professionals and do not need other people to intervene. Besides, there are some things that have not been practiced and learned, and they really don’t know how to do them.

In the end, he still found a place in the kitchen. There are only two people in the kitchen of Haitian, the fat chef and Fu Ji, plus a black and white tabby cat named Oscar. They are very busy all day preparing meals for seven NO.80 people. We welcome you. There are multiple helpers.So Mao Shisan became a helper in the kitchen—to be precise, Fu Ji's helper.Started his career as a cook.

"Follow the chief, just wait for the blessing." This will be the first sentence of Fu Ji's welcome to be a helper.

The chef and Fu Ji originally spoke the difficult "Nanman dialect", but fortunately they can speak "Newspeak" - that is, the "official dialect" of the people of Tai O - and everyone on the ship can speak with their hometown. The "Newspeak" accent, this Tai O Mandarin sounded quite similar to his Liaodong Mandarin, and they could understand each other just enough.

A boy like Mao Shisan grew up in the midst of hunger and cold. If he had any dream, it would be to have a full meal and a warm place to sleep.If someone told him that all these things could be done, it would be heaven.

If there is a paradise, it must be the Haitian; if there is Paradise in paradise, it must be the kitchen of the Haitian.

Mao Shisan couldn't say such profound words at all, but if he could tell him the general idea, he would definitely agree with it.He was almost frozen to death and found that after boarding the ship, he came to a perfect world that he had never dreamed of. Except for the absence of his only relative and adoptive father, he could not find any flaws.

The kitchen of the Haitian is not big, and there is a four-burner stove that burns lump coal with many holes.The furnace has many uses, and Mao Shisan has not fully understood it until now.Most of the kitchen utensils were made of steel, completely different from anything Mao Shisan had ever seen in his life. There were flat and square oil pans, and there were also high and deep soup pots like pillars.There is also a small kitchen in the kitchen with a small stove. It is the place where the chief orderly cooks. It is usually locked when they leave, which is very mysterious.Although the roaring engine room was behind the kitchen, Mao Shisan still guarded this small and warm place all day long, unwilling to leave.

The people in the kitchen were also quite kind. Whenever the fat chef was not busy, he would sit at the door and chew cigarettes, not teasing the cat and chatting with the two and a half kids.Although the young and mature Fu Ji is not much older than him, he is an enthusiastic and reliable partner, and he is good at cooking, and he often tells him what to do.

The kitchen on the ship is lit 24 hours a day, and food is always cooking on the stove.Because the sailors work in four-hour shifts.Sailing in cold seas consumes a lot of personnel on duty, and it is necessary to ensure that they can eat hot meals on time every shift, so both the chef and the two helpers in the kitchen have to take turns to sleep.Make sure someone is awake at all times to prepare meals for the sailors.

However, after berthing at Dazhi Island, because it is a "small rest", the kitchen does not need to be so nervous-the Haitian is changed to two shifts a day, and their cooking is reduced to three meals a day plus one in the middle of the night. dinner.

Early in the morning, before dawn, the two and a half boys were kicked awake by the fat chef, and sleepily opened the damper to clear the coal dust, cleaned the kitchen, and pumped up the gas lamp.The rice porridge that had been boiled all night in the soup pot was buzzing, and the fat chef was putting miscellaneous corn buns in the steamer.Wotou is a kind of gray mixed noodles with unknown ingredients.It's hard to swallow if you eat it dry, you have to pair it with a red sauce that burns in your mouth to eat it.At the beginning, Mao Shisan was so spicy that he drank water, but after a long time, he felt that he couldn't eat it without some "spicy sauce".

Rice porridge is mixed with various grains, and today it is sweet potatoes cut into small pieces.According to the regulations, it is required to change every seven days: sweet potatoes, potatoes, sorghum, millet, mung beans... all kinds of miscellaneous grains come in rotation.Fu Ji said that in this way, he would not get "beriberi".

At 05:30 in the morning, the soldiers who had tidied up their housework and were ready to go on duty walked into the kitchen and lined up at the window to receive meals, talking and laughing.The tonnage of the Haitian is not large, and there is no special restaurant for soldiers, so they can only eat in the cabin or on the deck after receiving the meals.Fu Ji was in charge of putting two spoonfuls of rice porridge into each person's enamel lunch box, while Mao Shisan was in charge of scooping pickles and half a salted egg on the lid of the lunch box—the salted egg was sliced ​​lengthwise with the shell on, and it was said that the white and egg yolk most evenly distributed.The soldiers went to the basket to get the cornbread by themselves—how many they wanted to eat.

The flickering gas lamp was surrounded by steaming mist, chewing and talking and laughing formed a vague sound wave, which always made Mao Shisan feel like he was dreaming.

The soldiers on the day shift had just left after breakfast, and the sentinels on the night shift also came down to eat with frost and snow all over their bodies.While distributing food, an orderly wearing a white apron who was about to make breakfast ran over and asked, "Why haven't the eggs come yet?"

The fat chef bowed and smiled and said that he would come as soon as he came, while turning his head and calling: "Thirteen, go quickly, bring the chief's eggs."Mao Shisan hastily put down his chopsticks, picked up the gas lamp, lifted the hatch cover of the lower deck and got in.

After leaving the warm kitchen, a burst of damp and moldy air came blowing in his face. Mao Shisan shivered, and carefully stepped down the stairs holding the gas lamp.The lower deck is a site specially managed by the kitchen. He passed through layers of bean sprout racks, and the breeding cabin was on the left. Five hens were awakened by the light and were clucking.Mao Shisan rummaged through the cage and found four eggs.

"Not bad, you did a good job." Mao Shisan praised: "The weather is fine today, I'll let you guys out."He lifted the chicken coop to open the porthole, hung the chicken coop outside for ventilation, and stuffed a few handfuls of feed before leaving.

This chore was originally Fu Ji's, and since Mao Shisan came, it has belonged to him. It is his job to feed the chickens, pick up eggs, and clean the chicken coop every day.

The orderly still had a bad face after receiving the eggs, and didn't even say thank you.Go straight to make breakfast.Mao Shisan was very curious about the delicacies that the "head" who was revered as a god by everyone ate, so he took the opportunity of working to get close and sneak a few glances.

At first glance, I found that there was nothing unusual. The breakfast of the two chiefs on the wooden plate was just a bowl of cabbage and potato noodles—the noodles were crooked. Fu Ji said that they were called Yi noodles, and they could be stored for a long time, because It is made of white flour, which belongs to the "high-end food" on board.Generally, only the chief and the sick can eat it-two eggs in water on top of the noodles.

Although eggs are rare, they are not considered expensive food after all.Mao Shisan was slightly disappointed: he didn't see anything new.

The orderly took away the two bowls of noodles.After a while, he brought back two Shuipu eggs in a small bowl: "The chief said one is enough for each person, and the others should be given to the patients."

"Okay, I'm serving noodles to the patient." The chef agreed.

The breakfast of the patients is also Yi noodles, but there are too many people and few eggs, so the chef had to cut the eggs and divide them into several portions, and add them to each bowl.

"The chief is really a bodhisattva." Mao Shisan praised secretly while carrying the noodles to the sick cabin.

By the time he came back from the sick cabin, all the food for breakfast had already been swept away.Fu Ji scraped for a long time before he scraped the bottom of a bowl of porridge.There were no more dishes: salted eggs were rationed per person, and Mao Shisan originally had each serving, and as for kimchi, it was impossible to open a jar of kimchi.Before Mao Shisan could express his indifference, Fu Ji smiled apologetically: "There are no side dishes, let's try sugar porridge." As he spoke, he took the sugar bowl and put a spoonful of snow-white sugar on it, Before Mao Shisan could blink his eyes, he took another spoonful. Seeing Mao Shisan's startled eyes, Fu Ji raised his eyebrows, and took another spoonful with lightning speed, as if to say: "Look! We Fu Bojun lived such a beautiful life."

(End of this chapter)