Chapter 89: Hot and Sour Noodles
The old branch secretary cleared his throat and paused for a few seconds after reading out three names.
After the list of selected candidates was read out, there was silence.
Yu Baiwei and her group came to their senses first and hugged each other excitedly.
All twelve candidates were women, and their performance was obvious to all, leaving those who opposed them speechless.
"Did you see that? This is the result of taking leave for training." Yu Baiwei glanced at the stunned Duck Voice lightly, her eyes full of disdain.
The person who had just laughed at him was slapped in the face from a distance and lowered his head in embarrassment.
"There are four more candidates." The old branch secretary said the names of the four people one by one. "Usually they will go out to sea with the fishing team, and then they will be able to take up the positions if there are vacancies in the team."
The four people mentioned were all boys aged fifteen or sixteen, thin and frail, and it would have been impossible for them to be selected by the fishing team in the past.
Even though they were only on the shortlist this time, they were still very happy and came forward to congratulate Yu Baiwei and others.
After the show, Zhang Wenxin followed Yu Zhile back to the Yu family courtyard.
Her grandparents are old and have light sleepers, so in order not to disturb them, she would stay at Yu's house the night before setting up the stall.
"Did you see his expression?" Zhang Wenxin chuckled, "Bai Wei was so cool just now. I couldn't help but applaud."
Yu Zhile smiled and said, "It's more refreshing than drinking ice water."
"Speaking of ice water, didn't you say you would sell lemon tea tomorrow? Is it delicious?" Zhang Wenxin's focus shifted.
She was really curious and couldn't imagine what the bitter tea and sour lemon would taste like together.
"You'll know after you try it tomorrow." Yu Zhile kept it a secret.
However, this was not intentional on her part, but because her cloud currency had been temporarily used up, and she could not buy Dancong tea and sugar in the mall to make lemon tea.
After returning to the courtyard, everyone washed up and went back to their rooms.
In the darkness, Yu Zhile heard Zhang Wenxin's breathing gradually becoming longer and longer, so he brought up the screen and started the processing function.
The moment the progress bar reached 100, she felt as if her consciousness was being pulled away, and then everything went black.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a high-tech kitchen and her body became transparent.
"Welcome to the virtual kitchen. From the moment the host enters, the system starts recording. The host just needs to cook according to the usual steps." The voice of the warehouse housekeeper sounded.
On the table were various seasonings that Yu Zhile had stored in the small warehouse in the evening, as well as cleaned clams and various shellfish.
Yu Zhile mixed the three kinds of sauces according to the proportions of chili sauces he had thought of in the past few days, and then stir-fried them using the same steps.
Ten minutes later, three pots of steaming spicy fried seafood were placed on the table.
Yu Zhile tasted them one by one, selected the second pot, and said to the steward: "The seasoning should follow this ratio."
"Okay, I've recorded your comments and forwarded them to the platform." The butler replied in a serious tone, "In five minutes, the processing robot will start replicating the work."
The entire process, from the beginning to the end of the replica, took only thirty seconds.
Yu Zhile took a bite and found it tasted exactly the same as what she made, so she directly hung the link in the small window.
It was sold out in one second and the cloud coins arrived in the account quickly.
She clicked into the mall to buy tea and sugar, and asked the butler to deliver them to the shelf in the kitchen.
After exiting the virtual kitchen, Yu Zhile's body was invaded by fatigue and he fell asleep quickly.
At exactly four o'clock in the morning, her fever caused her to regain consciousness, and she woke up Zhang Wenxin.
Taking into account the inconvenience caused to Zhang Hailan and the other person, Hu Laosan specially approved them to arrive two hours later on the day of the fair.
The seven people in the sideline group plus Zhang Hailan and Yu Mengjun worked for almost an hour and finally made the rice noodles.
However, they were not ready to set off yet. The others were resting in the yard, while Yu Zhile took Zhang Haizhu and Zhang Ling to the kitchen to make syrup.
"White sugar, rock sugar, half a pound each, three scoops of water." She explained the proportions of the three ingredients to the two, "Stir while cooking, the sugar will dissolve faster."
Gradually, the water began to boil, all the sugar dissolved in it, and a faint sweetness floated in the air.
Yu Zhile threw two slices of seeded lemon into the pot and reminded: "The lemons must be seeded, otherwise they will taste bitter. Cook over low heat for a while, and don't stir it, otherwise it will clump."
Zhang Haizhu and Zhang Ling listened very carefully and nodded in sync when key points were mentioned.
"The jar containing the syrup must not contain water or oil, otherwise it will become moldy the next day." Yu Zhile poured the cooked syrup into the washed and dried wine bottle.
Through the glass, you can see that the syrup is light yellow.
"Okay, let's go!" Yu Zhile said loudly.
After saying this, the old cow walked forward slowly and leisurely.
As the cart moved forward, the bottles and jars on it collided with each other, making a series of crisp tinkling sounds.
The sun rose slightly and the group arrived at the market.
Taohua Village exchanged stalls with other villages, so the south side of Haiyu Village became a stall selling sauces.
As soon as everything was put in place, blue figures rushed into the market, and some of them went straight to the stalls of Haiyu Village.
The first two customers of the stall today were Hu Shuang and Lan Yuanyuan.
"Lele, good morning, two bowls of seafood noodles—" Hu Shuang glanced at the words on the wooden board and paused for a few seconds, "Hey, hot and sour noodles? It's a new dish. Let me try it. Yuanyuan, how about you?"
Lan Yuanyuan whispered, "I want seafood rice noodles."
Hot and sour noodles is one of the new products of this stall, and Zhile is in charge of it.
The sweet potato noodles are cooked in advance. When a customer places an order, she needs to blanch the side dishes in a wok while mixing the noodles with various seasonings in a large bowl. Then, pour the mixed noodles into the soup and cook for a dozen seconds before serving it to the customers.
"Give me another serving of fried rice noodles, replace the meat with bean sprouts, and add two eggs." Hu Shuang handed the money to Zhang Haimei.
Zhang Wenxin responded: "Okay, I'll fry it for you right away."
Before setting up the stall this time, they made some minor adjustments in the division of labor.
Zhang Wenxin was responsible for making fried rice noodles, while the stove for seafood rice noodles was handed over to Zhang Haizhu.
Gradually, the tables in Haiyu Village were filled with people, and three stoves were working at the same time, and they were working hard.
Many regular customers were happy to try the new products, and Yu Zhile became the busiest person.
A pot of steaming hot and sour noodles was served, the bright red chili oil and the mellow and long-lasting aroma of aged vinegar intertwined to create a unique flavor that made everyone salivate.
The crispy bean sprouts paired with the smooth and glutinous sweet potato noodles, the sour, spicy, numb and fragrant flavors all bombard the taste buds, making Hu Shuang very satisfied.
Hu Shuang took a bite, pushed it in front of Lan Yuanyuan, and said, "Try it, it's delicious."
"It's spicy, sour and fragrant, very appetizing." Lan Yuanyuan liked it very much and her eyes narrowed into a line while eating.
The feedback from the two people made the guests around them very excited.
Once the noodles were in their mouths, they didn't bother to give any feedback and kept eating one bite after another until they finished it.
After Hu Shuang and her partner finished their meal, they paid for the takeaway. This time they ordered two servings of hot and sour noodles.
"There is a new drink at noon - lemon tea. Would you like to try it?" Zhang Wenxin took the time to talk to the two of them.
Hu Shuang asked curiously: "Lemonade with tea? What does it taste like?"
"You'll know once you try it, it's delicious and only costs five cents." Zhang Wenxin said with a smile.
In fact, she had never tried it, but she was full of confidence in Zhile's craftsmanship.
"Okay, we'll listen to you. We want lemon tea." Hu Shuang took out a few more dimes and said, "Send six more cups to the state-owned restaurant. My mother is treating her friends to dinner today."
"Okay." Zhang Haimei took the money, took out a charcoal pencil and paper, and drew a few symbols.
Some customers thought it was too expensive, saying, "Five cents, that's a bit expensive. The soda in the supply and marketing cooperative is only ten cents a bottle."
"Our lemonade has sugar, tea and ice. The quantity is larger than soda and the taste is different." Zhang Wenxin threw out the promotional slogan of Yuzhilejiao.
As she spoke, Getai held out the syrup and tea for everyone to see and smell.
As the syrup cools, it thickens, darkens in color, and becomes more flavorful.
The tea used is the famous silver flower tea from Guangdong Province. The tea soup is clear and bright yellow, with a refreshing taste mixed with a hint of orchid fragrance.
This display convinced the customer who complained about the high price and he ordered the noodles and lemon tea for delivery without hesitation.
Yu Zhile and the other two worked non-stop in front of the stove for over an hour. Finally, they got through the peak period and sat down to rest.
After a while, more and more people came to the market.
Chen Zhao and Xiao Hu stood on the left and right, protecting Hu Qulian as they walked towards the stall.
"Grandma Hu, please sit down." Yu Zhile stood up and greeted her.
Chen Zhao said that he would bring his grandmother to the market today, and also said that he would help her make hand-beaten lemon tea at noon.
"Sister, two servings of hot and sour noodles, one serving of seafood rice noodles, and one serving of fried rice noodles." Chen Zhao skillfully took out the money and placed the order.
The three of them returned to the stove, quickly prepared the noodles he ordered, brought them to the table, and made lunch for everyone in the sideline group.
It was Chen Zhao’s first time to eat hot and sour noodles and fried rice noodles. After trying them, he couldn’t wait to praise them.
Hu Qulian and Xiao Hu tried the three kinds of noodles one by one and were satisfied with them.
Everyone in the sideline group wanted to eat hot and sour noodles, so Yu Zhile took this opportunity to teach Zhang Wenxin and Zhang Haizhu.
"Salt, peppercorns, garlic juice, chili oil, and MSG, all in a small spoonful." She put half a bowl of noodles into the bowl, added the seasonings one by one, and then specifically reminded, "Secret sauce and vinegar, be sure to add two spoonfuls."
Stir the seasoning evenly and pour it into a small pot. The soup is bubbling and everyone comes forward to serve their own noodles.
The group sat around the table, but before they had time to eat, they were interrupted by a noisy sound coming from far away.
Yu Zhile looked up and saw several familiar faces sitting at the table next to him.
"What to eat? Noodles are 30 cents a bowl," she said.
The drake said arrogantly, "Give me a bowl of all of them."
The other three were also notorious loafers in the village, and they ordered the same thing as him.
"Ninety cents per person." Yu Zhile said in a flat tone.
Several people shouted, "Keep it in the account, keep it in the account, and use our year-end dividends to offset it."
Before Zhile could say anything, a few villagers sat down at another table and asked for seafood rice noodles from Shanghai, asking for the bill.
"I can't keep accounts." Yu Zhile refused coldly.
The duck-voiced man jumped up and shouted, "Why can't we keep accounts? Taohua Village can do it."
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