Chapter 59 Parents of Students
Cooking a big pot of rice is a tiring task.
As a well-known aristocratic school in City A, Chenfeng Elementary School has a stable number of cooks at about 30 people all year round, but today there are only three people. Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi, Liu Qian and Teacher Chen together count as one, and the other three teachers have to control a dozen little carrots from causing trouble in the kitchen. The division of labor is very reasonable.
Just handling the ingredients is a very troublesome thing.
More than a hundred primary school students, forty or fifty elderly people, dozens of teachers and dozens of college student volunteers, these four groups all have different dietary structures. Primary school students are picky eaters, and the elderly should not be too drunk to eat. Teachers and volunteers have an easier time handling it. They have to eat whatever they do.
"I saw that the old people didn't drink the milk this morning." Liu Qian suddenly said while peeling potatoes and humming a self-composed song "Little cabbage, yellow in the ground, small potatoes, yellow in the skin."
"I think the elderly are a little lactose intolerant, and drinking it will cause diarrhea." Wu Minqi lowered her head to cut shredded potatoes. "I'm going to soak some soybeans later and make soybean and pork ribs soup. I just went to the cold storage to see that the ribs are quite fresh."
"I don't like eating soybeans! I want to drink seaweed and egg soup!!" A little girl who was taught by Teacher Zhou to watch her brothers and sisters cooking quietly protested loudly and dissatisfiedly.
"I want to drink tomato and egg soup!"
"I want to drink, I want to drink kelp and pork ribs soup!"
"I also want to eat egg custard."
"I..."
As soon as this statement came out, the little carrot heads responded one after another. There are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand readers, and there are one or two hundred radish heads for one or two hundred soups and four chefs who want to die.
"What...what should I do?" Liu Qian was a little confused when a group of children attacked her with sonic waves.
"Let's stew them all." Jiang Feng said, but he didn't care about this. "I just took inventory. The kitchen utensils are very complete. There are 9 stoves. Seven stews and two stir-fries are enough."
"Soybean and pork ribs soup, radish and pork ribs soup, kelp and pork ribs soup, crucian carp and tofu soup." Wu Minqi counted the soups to cook.
"I want yam and pork ribs soup." Liu Qian started to order without any consciousness of helping the cook.
"Egg and meatloaf soup, hot and spicy soup, plus the last seaweed and egg soup and tomato and egg soup, it's almost ready." Jiang Feng added that he had seen the hot and spicy soup in the memory of Jiangwei National Road, and later he After thinking about it for a while, I found that it was actually done in a decent way.
"As for dishes, children like sweet and sour dishes, pineapple aged meat, fish-flavored shredded pork, and then I'm making boiled fish and spicy diced chicken." Wu Minqi said.
"I want something relatively light for the elderly. Smooth eggs and shrimps, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, vinegar-soaked potato shreds, stir-fried three shredded potatoes. I will make 60 more pickled vegetable dumplings to recall the bitterness and sweetness." Jiang Feng said, not forgetting the joy of this volunteer activity. theme.
"Nine dishes and nine soups?" Teacher Chen couldn't believe her ears. "That student Jiang and Wu are a bit too much. I'm afraid we won't be able to finish it."
"No problem." Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi said in unison.
If the two of them had anything in common in terms of cooking skills, it would probably be that they were fast.
Jiang Feng's small frying shop is popular and has a lot of customers. Jiang Feng has been helping in the kitchen since he was a child. Whether he is washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, serving dishes or delivering takeout, the core key is to be fast. Wu Minqi has also been helping in the kitchen since she was a child. She started working as a chef and has been working as a cook now. If she is slow, she will be scolded. From the very beginning, her grandfather was a chef and she was scolded that her father was a chef and had to work in the kitchen. It was almost engraved into her bones.
"By the way, Teacher Chen, are there any fresh vegetables here?" Jiang Feng went to the warehouse to look around but didn't see many green vegetables.
"There are some. How about sweet potato seedlings and sweet potato vines? There are out-of-season sweet potatoes in the greenhouse at the back." Teacher Chen suggested.
Jiang Feng: (°Д°≡°Д°)
What the hell is the greenhouse of Chenfeng Elementary School that grows sweet potatoes out of season?
The price behind eating sweet potato vines in December is too high.
"Teacher Zhou, please take the children to pick sweet potato vines and sweet potato seedlings!" Teacher Chen said.
These two teachers Zhou are indeed management geniuses. They raised their hands and took out a dozen small stickers: "Students, let's compete in picking sweet potato vines and peeling sweet potato skins. After peeling one, put a sticker on the root to see who is the first." How about one?”
Anyway, the roots need to be cut off with one knife.
The little carrot heads suddenly became excited and followed the teachers out with howls.
Next, the two teachers Zhou followed the same example and handed over all the tasks of washing leeks, washing kelp, washing seaweed, soaking soybeans and beating eggs to the little carrot heads, greatly reducing the burden on Jiang Feng and others.
The most important thing is that a group of little radishes are still working happily, and they compete with each other carefully.
Wu Minqi is good at Sichuan cuisine, and Jiang Feng is good at home-cooking. The two of them work together to be extremely efficient. All morning, the kitchen was filled with the aromas of various dishes, among which the smell of boiled fish bubbling in the pot was the most overbearing. Wu Minqi's use of ingredients was extremely bold, even somewhat arbitrary. She has an amazing chef's temperament. Intuitively, this undoubtedly made Jiang Feng very envious.
According to normal logic, Wu Minqi is the protagonist in a food novel. She is young and beautiful, extremely talented, has a prominent family background, is hardworking, and is simply a domineering president... No, she is a woman.
Why.
Jiang Feng sighed. He didn't want to work hard anymore. Please ask Yuxi to introduce him to some rich women.
The long iron vegetable plates are filled with steaming dishes that are already being cooked and placed in warm water. The boiled fish and vegetable dumplings are just waiting for them to be steamed before they can be taken out to start the meal.
"Teacher Chen, Teacher Chen, there is an emergency." A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes with a very cool head ran into the kitchen and was stunned for a moment when he saw a row of prepared dishes that were delicious, delicious and delicious. Some parents of students come to school even if they are worried.”
"Probably, maybe, you need to take care of the food." The middle-aged man knew that he was in the wrong and lacked confidence.
Teacher Chen frowned: "Teacher Jiang, we all cook in rations. Even the rice is cooked in rations. What should we do if you have some extra students and parents? It's already half past eleven and there are still 20 minutes left." It’s time to eat.”
"Well, we didn't expect this situation, but those parents and school director Han are also here. It's meal time again. We can't ignore the meal." Teacher Jiang was also sweating profusely in anxiety, and the cool head looked like Very bright.
"I'm going to contact any restaurants near the school that can deliver meals at short notice." Teacher Chen said, reluctantly taking out his cell phone, "How many parents are here in total?"
"60 bits."
"No. 60?" Jiang Feng couldn't help but turn around. Such a coincidence? !
"Teacher Chen, you don't have to look for a restaurant. Don't I still have 60 pickled dumplings to remember the bitterness and sweetness?" Jiang Feng opened the lid of the steamer and made Liu Qian a hot-searched pickle dumpling in the past two days. The vegetable dumplings are neatly placed in the steamer. "I will take 60 more servings of cucumbers to let parents and students experience the purpose of this volunteer activity."
Jiang Feng picked up the kitchen knife, and a cold light flashed across the back of the knife.
It’s been a long time since I photographed cucumbers.
"This." Teacher Jiang hesitated for a moment and thought it was a good idea. "Can no one eat such a big dough?"
Teacher Jiang also gestured with his hands: "Many of the parents of the students who come here are fathers."
"Yes, yes, I ate a few extra meals a few days ago to carry me to the hospital for gastric lavage." Liu Qian quickly came out to agree.
Teacher Jiang looked at Liu Qian and felt that she looked familiar.
"I am the anchor whose food was trending in the past. What I eat is this vegetable dumpling. It is delicious!"
Jiang Feng:...
Why is your explanation so skillful. (End of chapter)