Chapter 50 Fresh Taste

After writing, she folded the letter carefully, stuffed it into an envelope, and gave it to her brother.

An Zhiqiu didn't dare to delay, and immediately went to find Fang Yuan with the letter and a few rice balls.

The little ones were doing their homework seriously on the lame table in the yard. When they saw him coming, they smiled and greeted him obediently, and then continued to work hard.

After Fang Yuan received the envelope, he directly opened it in front of him. The two leaned over and read it word by word. At first glance, they were impressed by the beautiful hairpin-shaped calligraphy, and then they were impressed by the full sense of form and the good tone of the article, which was very much like the attitude of the current masters in various fields, which was quite intimidating.

"Okay," Fang Yuan nodded with satisfaction, carefully put the letter away and put it in his pocket, "Just go back and wait for good news. This matter can be done in less than a week."

His tone was very confident, as if he was sure of winning.

An Zhiqiu was very curious, but he didn't ask immediately. However, it was already good that the matter was handled to this extent. He didn't dare to have too much hope, for fear that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Is it possible for ordinary people like them to interfere in the affairs of this commune?

Can it be solved with just one expert report? I don’t think this is very reliable.

On his way back, he was carrying a hare and a pheasant that Fang Yuan had stuffed in his hands, and his steps were somewhat heavy. If he couldn't bring down Vice President Qian, wouldn't they be manipulated by others?

Too impulsive, the brother and sister took things for granted.

We can only take one step at a time and see, maybe Brother Yuan can really give them a miracle.

The four people's belongings were almost completely looted, and lunch was made with the ingredients from Qi Yunlan. In the afternoon, they asked the village chief for leave again and walked 15 kilometers to the town. Nie Yichang and Hang Xianglei bought a bicycle and an ordinary watch without hesitation.

Although there were ready-made bedding and clothes in the supply and marketing cooperative, Nie Yichang and his friend were thinking about the bedding and clothes made by An Zhixia, which were so beautiful and warm, so they continued to shamelessly buy cloth, wool and cotton.

Tickets are now more scarce and useful than money. Rural people produce and sell their own products, and at most they are allocated some necessities such as meat and oil tickets. Urban people can only barely meet their minimum needs. Even if the workers have good benefits, each worker has a family to support.

But the tickets collected by Chen Sike and Qi Yunlan were extremely impressive in both variety and quantity. No wonder they were easily mistaken for accomplices of the thieves. Now they are making things difficult for others, which makes them angry enough to cry just thinking about it.

They spent all the expiring tickets they had and bought all the daily necessities. Four people and two cars loaded with stuff went into the state-owned restaurant before it closed to indulge themselves.

An Zhiqiu was going to be a chef in the future, and now he was looking at the small blackboard on the wall seriously. There was a menu written on it, which was all home-cooked dishes, but most of them were meat dishes. Just looking at the names, people who were starved of fat in their stomachs would drool.

He was thinking about the food the girl cooked and he was very hungry.

Four people ordered a plate of braised pork, a plate of stewed chicken with potatoes, a plate of pickled cabbage, a plate of stir-fried dried beans, a pot of radish dumpling soup, and a large bowl of rice for each person.

They didn't talk much, just ate their food. The chefs in the state-owned restaurant were generous with the oil and ingredients, and the food was fresh, so the food was naturally fragrant and delicious. After cleaning the plates, they walked back with their stomachs full of satisfaction.

An Zhixia started discussing the meal with her brother. "Brother, what do you think of the four dishes, one soup, and dry rice?"

"Delicious," he smacked his lips and nodded, savoring the taste, "but I still like Xia Xia's cooking the best."

Nie Yichang also said jokingly: "An Zhiqing, it's just a chef from a state-owned restaurant in a small town, and he conquered your stomach? That's nothing. You have never eaten at a private chef in Shanghai. The taste is really amazing."

Hang Xianglei also nodded. "The food cooked by Xiao An is not bad. The food in the state-owned restaurant was barely edible. Any provincial state-owned restaurant can surpass it. There is nothing remarkable about it. However, the private chefs in Shanghai make every dish to perfection, with good color, fragrance and taste. It's a pity that I won't be able to eat it in the future."

Needless to say the chef has suffered.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and An Zhixia continued the previous topic, commenting with her brother: "The braised pork is too greasy. It's okay to eat one or two pieces, but it's too greasy if you eat more. The chicken is too dry, the cabbage is overcooked, the beans are not cooked enough, the soup is not fresh enough, and there is too much water in the rice..."

An Zhiqiu paused and said weakly, "I feel pretty good."

She sneered: "Did I forget to tell you that a good cook must have a good tongue in addition to basic skills?"

"This tongue is natural. Does that mean I can't be a chef?" An Zhiqiu asked somewhat frustratedly.

"Not really," she said with a smile in her eyes, "Everyone's tongue is the same, but some people are more sensitive than ordinary people. However, after training, the tongue of an ordinary person is good enough to be an excellent cook."

An Zhiqiu had a bad feeling and was afraid that he was going to suffer again.

After returning home and putting things in place, it was just past eight o'clock in the evening when An Zhixia called her brother to go to the kitchen to cook.

I have formulated a strict training plan for him along the way, just like the one the company formulated for her when she entered the industry. It is a solid, targeted, and interesting training plan. Only by keeping the trainees interested and persistent at the beginning can we achieve great results.

With the help of professional books, she planned to help her brother develop a taste scale in the next two days. She wanted him to have a clear understanding of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, and also to have a preliminary understanding of heat, time, etc. She had nothing to do anyway, so she would feel a great sense of accomplishment if she could train her brother to be a cook.

Therefore, what greeted An Zhiqiu was the hot and cold water in the kitchen. The girl imagined his future as a chef while training him fiercely.

Fortunately, An Zhiqiu, who had gained some experience and concepts, made a great improvement in the second meal compared to the first one. Nie Yichang and Hang Xianglei's expressions were not so ferocious when they tried it, maybe their stomachs will soon be able to welcome spring.

The next day, everyone went to work as usual. Chen Sike and Qi Yunlan changed into old clothes and put scarves on their noses. On their heads, they wore cotton hats that had just been made yesterday, which contained all their hair.

The two of them looked at An Zhixia with vicious eyes.

An Zhixia smiled and waved at them: "If you want the crops to grow well, farmyard manure is indispensable. You have a heavy responsibility, work hard, and a village full of fresh-smelling fertilizer is waiting for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the two of them couldn't help but be distracted. They retched a few times and no longer had the mood to make anything to fill their stomachs. They left angrily.

The others couldn't help but chuckle, "I guess they haven't fully realized their mistakes yet, but we have to believe that once all the, uh, fresh-smelling fertilizer in the village is processed, they will definitely regret it."

(End of this chapter)