Chapter 57 Sweet Potato Porridge
As the president of the chess club, Jiang Feng felt that he should do something.
These few mouthfuls of porridge in the big pot are enough to feed 200 people, but it is already miserable for the lonely elderly people to come here specially to be helped by everyone. It is a bit unreasonable to let them drink porridge to remember the bitterness and sweetness.
"Teacher Chen, are there no noodles in the warehouse?" Jiang Feng asked. Any noodles would be good.
"Well, our school does not provide breakfast, so..." Teacher Chen smiled awkwardly, "We were notified of this volunteer activity at short notice. We have no experience and have not prepared anything that should be prepared."
Jiang Feng also noticed that of the four teachers in the kitchen, only Teacher Chen seemed to cook occasionally on weekdays, and the remaining three pumpkins were cut horribly. After Wu Minqi took over the vegetable cutting job, the other three teachers went to take care of the students, leaving only Teacher Chen to wash the sweet potatoes and peel them.
Teacher Chen's peeling skills are not as good as Liu Qian's, and every sweet potato that passes through her hands will lose a lot of weight.
"But there are still vegetables and meat, and there are enough eggs. We can give each person a boiled egg." Teacher Chen added.
Jiang Feng looked at the clock, 6:05.
"Teacher Chen, when will we have dinner?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Seven o'clock, seven-thirty at the latest." Teacher Chen said.
"There is still time, Liu Qian, go get eggs and make custard, and ask the student union for the specific number of people dining. You can do more but not less. Teacher Chen, is there any flour in the warehouse?" Jiang Feng asked.
"You want to make noodles?" Wu Minqi looked up at Jiang Feng and looked at his weak-looking figure, "You can't make more than 40 kilograms of noodles."
Jiang Feng:...
"The elderly and children don't have much appetite, so just twenty pounds of noodles are enough to fill their stomachs."
"President, I can't make 231 bowls of egg custard!" Liu Qian exclaimed when she saw the number of people in the Student Union, "It's good if I can make 40 bowls."
"Sister, sister, I can stir egg liquid!" A little carrot head with twin tails raised his hand and said loudly.
"Me too!" the little girl next to her shouted.
"I can do it, I can do it too. I stir egg liquid every day at home!!" A little boy shouted unconvinced.
The other dozen little carrot heads were not to be outdone one after another. They were louder than others, and almost overturned the entire kitchen with more than a dozen sonic attacks.
"Quiet, don't scream anymore!" Teacher Zhou pretended to be angry and calmed down the boiling little carrots. They were all as quiet as chickens. Only then did Teacher Zhou smile with satisfaction and said pleasantly: "Let's do it Competition, who can stir faster and better, the first place will be rewarded with a lollipop”
Jiang Feng:...
He vaguely remembered that when he was in elementary school, his teacher also used lollipops to trick him.
Familiar recipe, familiar taste.
With the little carrot heads helping to steam the eggs, Liu Qian only needs to pay more attention to the heat. Jiang Feng went to the warehouse and got a big bag of flour to make dough. Wu Minqi cut the pumpkin and sweet potatoes into three parts and poured them into the pot.
It takes time to wake up the noodles, so Jiang Feng first fry the onions in lard.
"Are you making Yang Chun noodles?" Wu Minqi guessed that Jiang Feng was making Yang Chun noodles just by looking at him frying onions.
"Yeah." Jiang Feng nodded and accidentally scooped up an extra half spoonful of lard.
"I'll do it." Wu Minqi grabbed the spatula from Jiang Feng's hand, and Jiang Feng stepped aside.
He had just noticed that Wu Minqi's knife skills were on par with him, and the heat and seasoning were probably much better than his. His knife skills had improved a lot during this period. If it were before, the two of them were not on the same order of magnitude. of.
In the profession of cook, women are at a natural disadvantage. Because they are generally not as strong as men, they have to endure more hardships during the training process and have little effect. Jiang Feng is already quite strong for a skinny guy of the same level. In the eyes of the old man, he is basically no different from a weak chicken. Wu Minqi looks like an ordinary girl, and the hardship she endured while learning to cook was definitely several times that of Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng went to see the porridge in the pot.
Since his porridge-making skills reached the intermediate level, coupled with the practice and mastery during this period of time, Jiang Feng's porridge-making skills have become unrivaled.
Jiang Feng guessed that if his porridge-making skills could be improved to an advanced level, all the Hong Kong and Cantonese porridge shops in the country would not be able to match him.
Since he currently only has advanced knife skills, the above situation can only happen in a dream.
At least at this stage, Jiang Feng was extremely confident in his porridge-making skills.
Lift the lid and stir with a spoon.
This sweet potato...seems a little too sweet.
Sweet potatoes in winter are as sweet as they should be.
But the sweet potatoes in this pot are too sweet.
The quality is good, the color is smooth, and the smell is rich. It is definitely a good red sweet potato, but it completely covers the taste of pumpkin and even the aroma of porridge.
Wu Minqi adds sweet potatoes for seasoning, not to overwhelm the guest.
Jiang Feng put the lid on the pot and went to cut the sweet potatoes.
Cut into large, irregular chunks.
"What are you cutting the sweet potatoes for?" Wu Minqi looked at the onions rolling in the pot and glanced at Jiang Feng.
"The sweet potato flavor in the first pot was too strong, so I cut a few sweet potatoes into it and cooked it directly into sweet potato porridge." Jiang Feng said.
Jiang Feng cut nine sweet potatoes in succession and added them all into the first pot. He slowly stirred the porridge water in the pot with a large iron spoon and scooped up the foam one pot at a time.
The noodles are ready and the porridge is cooked just right.
Jiang Feng looked at his watch, 6:47.
"Teacher Chen, you can send the porridge and egg custard over here. I'll make the noodles now," Jiang Feng reminded.
Teacher Chen nodded repeatedly: "I'll call someone."
Three big pots of porridge cannot be moved by a few female teachers and a dozen little carrots.
After a while, several tall and strong male teachers came in to help carry the pot. The leading male teacher was a little surprised when he saw that he had even made custard: "Teacher Chen, I am really lucky to you for making so many custards. ”
Teacher Chen didn't dare to take credit, so she took the initiative and said: "These three classmates helped make it. There will be noodles later. If you are not full, you can eat noodles."
The male teacher was even more surprised: "These three students...are from the Home Economics Club, right? Your student A is really amazing!"
"We are from the chess club." The three of them said in unison.
Male teacher:? ? ?
Teacher Chen:? ? ?
Jiang Feng divided the dough.
Wu Minqi stared at him.
Jiang Feng hesitated.
Wu Minqi stared at him.
Jiang Feng took a deep breath.
Wu Minqi stared at him.
"You...don't you want to help share the porridge?" Jiang Feng reminded kindly. Everyone had left, and now he and Wu Minqi were the only ones in the kitchen.
His proficiency in crime was not good to begin with, and his noodle-pulling skills were even worse than those of the canteen's noodle-pulling uncle. Wu Minqi was really stressed out as she kept staring at him.
"I just want to see you pull noodles." Wu Minqi was very straightforward.
Jiang Feng grabbed the dough and pulled it into two sections.
Snap.
Broken.
Wu Minqi:......
She began to wonder if her sense of taste had failed when she ate mung bean cake that day.
According to her observations these days, Jiang Feng's cooking skills are pretty good among his peers, similar to those of her cousins, but far behind compared to her. She had previously wondered whether Jiang Feng specialized in Bai An, but with his skill at pulling noodles just now, Bai An probably didn't learn much.
Why did she invite Jiang Feng to compete by accident?
Wu Minqi felt that she was bullying others.
Jiang Feng's family just opened a small cooking restaurant, but the heir to her majestic Wu family actually bullied the younger ones.
Wu Minqi even felt a little guilty.
Walking slowly to the canteen, everyone was sharing porridge and custard one by one.
"Minqi, go scoop out the pot of porridge." Liu Qian was dividing the custard.
Wu Minqi walked to the pot and opened the lid.
The sweet potato porridge is soft, glutinous and sweet.
"It smells so good!" Liu Qian exclaimed.
Wu Minqi froze on the spot and quickly stirred the porridge in the pot with a spoon. The rice grains are plump, firm and sticky. The chopped pumpkin and sweet potato are mixed together to dye the original white porridge orange. Large pieces of sweet potato are evenly scattered in it, dominating the whole pot of porridge.
How... how is it possible!
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