Chapter 391 Chef
"I don't know." Ji Xia lowered her head in despair and opened her mouth slightly to talk to Wu Minqi, but she didn't know what her name was and how to address her.
"My name is Wu Minqi. You can call me Sister Wu, Sister Minqi, or Sister Qiqi." Wu Minqi saw Ji Xia's thoughts and said with a smile.
"Sister Wu, can I ask you a question?" Ji Xia asked.
"Of course, you can ask any questions." Wu Minqi seemed very patient.
"What do you think I can do in the future? I couldn't get into college or even high school. When I was in FZ, many places didn't want me." Ji Xia half-knelt on the ground, confused, "Do you know where there are cotton spinning mills or factories in Peking? Is the garment factory hiring? ”
Wu Minqi smiled: "It is said that if you have three hundred and sixty skills, you will be the number one scholar. Although people can't just study, you can't always focus on the clothing factory or the cotton spinning factory."
"Then what can I do?"
"What do you know?"
"I can." Ji Xia thought for a while, "I can sweep the floor, feed pigs, raise chickens, hoe, cook, fight..."
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
Dear Ji Xia, do you have any misunderstanding about the word "hui"?
Wu Minqi chuckled: "Oh, are you good at fighting?"
"Yes." Ji Xia nodded affirmatively, "I fought four boys in our class before and didn't lose."
"But fighting can't be a hobby, let alone a career. Haven't you thought about the future? For example, what career do you want to pursue? Teacher? Journalist? Painter? Scientist? Astronaut? Writer? Or something else." Wu Minqi began to guide. topic.
As expected, Ji Xia started to think about what Wu Minqi said: "I want to be a chef."
"Why?" Wu Minqi and Jiang Feng said in unison.
Ji Xia glanced down and pursed her lips: "I want them to know that I can do what my sister can do."
He is still a competitive kid at heart.
Wu Minqi did not directly reject Ji Xia's words, and began to help her plan how to be a chef: "Then do you know how to be a chef?"
Ji Xia was confused: "How? Aren't chefs just cooking? I've been able to cook since I was a child."
"There are also different types of chefs. The one you are referring to who cooks rice is called a red-pan chef, and the white-pan chef who specializes in making pasta is completely different. And if you really plan to be a chef, you are Are you going to be a chef in a small restaurant, a chef in a regular restaurant, or a top-notch restaurant? When you work as a chef in a restaurant, you are a Chinese or Western chef. There are many kinds of cuisines including Japanese, Thai, Indian, Mexican and so on. Even Chinese food is divided into many factions and many cuisines. Have you ever thought about it? What kind of chef do you want to be in the future? ”
Ji Xia was confused.
Both Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi could see that Ji Xia was confused. Even Jiang Feng was slightly confused when Wu Minqi just said that long series of words.
"Not only that, I am also a chef. I can tell you directly that it is very difficult for a girl to be an excellent chef. In summer, the temperature in the kitchen is very high, and the entire room The kitchen is like a huge stove with no air conditioning. Even if a powerful electric fan blows on you at the strongest setting, you may sweat like rain. It requires strength. This is a very hard occupation for girls. "Wu Minqi said.
"Then Sister Wu, why do you want to be a chef?"
"Because I like it. I don't know why your sister wants to be a chef, but Jiang Feng and I have both been cooking since elementary school. We have learned to hold a kitchen knife before we even learned to write. Our parents are all chefs, and chefs are important to us. A kind of inheritance is also an obligation.”
Saying that, Wu Minqi glanced at Jiang Feng.
"If you choose to be a chef just to compare with your sister and to be competitive, it will be a waste of money. If you want to be a good chef, you need to worship a master and let him teach you. It may take 5 years. It may take 10 years, or even more than ten years, before you can start cooking. Learning to cook is a difficult and long process. If you don’t have enough determination and love, you won’t be able to persevere.”
Ji Xia was silent.
After a while, Ji Xia slowly spoke: "If I don't want to be that red case chef, and I just want to learn from others how to make steamed buns, steamed buns, snacks, pastries, and porridge, how long will it take me to learn?"
"So Xia Xia, do you want to be a chef?" Wu Minqi asked.
Ji Xia nodded. After Wu Minqi told her so much, she let down her guard and couldn't help but reveal her real plan: "I originally planned to work in a clothing factory or other places for a few years to save up the money. Open a breakfast shop in town”
Jiang Feng, who had been listening to them, couldn't help but look at Ji Xia with admiration. He originally thought that Ji Xia ran away from home just like most children who ran away from home, acting on impulse without any purpose or plan. He didn't expect Ji Xia to have such a plan for his future. The arrangements are clear.
Wu Minqi encouraged: "That's great, but why do you have to work for a few years to save money first, instead of going to a restaurant to be the apprentice of a counterfeit master to learn skills and save money at the same time?"
"Can I?"
"Of course. Even if you can't be an apprentice and just work as a waiter or vegetable cutter in a restaurant, you can learn a lot just by watching. And why should you just open a breakfast shop? If you really I learned a lot. You can open a restaurant, porridge shop or snack shop by yourself. It doesn’t have to be just in the town. You can open it in the county or even the city. As long as you are good enough, you can even open it in the town. Open a shop in Beiping City." Wu Minqi began to draw cakes for Ji Xia.
Ji Xia was very moved by what Wu Minqi said, but she still hesitated: "But, is there really a store willing to have me?"
"Then it depends on what you know now. Can you cook porridge, make buns or make steamed buns? Or do you know something more special?" Wu Minqi asked.
"I know what you said. I worked in the cafeteria of our school in the morning, and the master in the cafeteria taught me." Ji Xia said, "I can also make noodles."
"You can still stretch noodles?!" Jiang Feng almost broke his voice.
What kind of canteen is your school's middle school canteen in town? The chefs in the canteen not only know how to make noodles, but also teach the students who come to work to make noodles leisurely and elegantly.
Are you the legendary junior high school affiliated with New Oriental?
Ji Xia was frightened by Jiang Feng's reaction and hesitated: "Stretching...stretching noodles, what's wrong?"
Could it be that people in Peiping never eat noodles, or that people in Peiping are particularly taboo about making noodles?
"It's nothing." Jiang Feng swallowed, "I'm just a little surprised. In fact, it's quite difficult to make noodles. I just didn't expect that a chef who cooks breakfast in the town middle school cafeteria can also make noodles."
"I learned from Master Liang who works at the noodle shop in front of our school." Ji Xia explained, "Me, I haven't been living at home during the summer vacation since junior high school. Master Liang's noodle shop needs handymen, so I go over to help and provide food. Cover it, Master Liang will clean up the utility room and let me live there, every day I was also given 300 yuan a month. Sometimes I would go over to help on weekends, and Master Liang would provide me with enough beef noodles, and I could add more beef as I wanted. I have been working there for more than two years. Master Liang started teaching me how to make noodles in the second semester.”
"How many times can you stretch at most?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Ten times."
Wu Minqi looked at Jiang Feng, who looked at the ceiling silently.
He didn't believe it, he thought Ji Xia was bragging.
One year is not enough to learn every day. From getting started to stretching ten times, this is impossible.
"I happen to have dough at home, why don't you go over and stretch it out!" Jiang Feng decided to expose Ji Xia's lie.
"Huh?"
"I know a lot of restaurant owners in Peiping. If you can really stretch your arms ten times, I can help you introduce jobs." Jiang Feng started to tell lies.
"Okay." Ji Xia believed it. There will be more later.
(End of chapter)