The captain happened to see this scene and immediately clapped his hands.
With a loud snap!
There are many young men in the village who have nothing to do!
If Hua Ziqiang and Wu Muxiang could teach them some skills, then they wouldn't have to worry anymore!
There are other craftsmen in the village, such as bamboo weavers and carpenters, but they are different from Hua Ziqiang and Wu Muxiang.
The two men did not seem like the old stubborn people who would cling to their skills for fear of teaching their apprentices and starving themselves to death.
Wu Muxiang adopted so many orphans and the factory hired so many villagers, which shows that she is kind-hearted and willing to bring benefits to everyone.
Although Hua Ziqiang is not like Wu Muxiang who brings work to everyone, he grew up in everyone's eyes, and everyone knows what kind of person he is. Obviously, he is not a selfish and conservative person.
Hua Ziqiang sat on the prepared chair. In front of him was a row of wooden tables with several cutting boards on them. Next to each cutting board was a shiny kitchen knife.
Hua Ziqiang felt very curious when he saw those villagers who were either eager to try or nervous about applying for the job.
It was the first time for him to sit in such an authoritative position. He looked like a leader and a teacher. In short, he was very majestic.
He cleared his throat and said, "I'm honored to be invited by the captain to be a judge. As long as you pass the assessment, you can become a chef in the cafeteria. The first step is cutting vegetables. A chef must cut vegetables quickly and well."
"The timer will start soon. You must listen to the slogans and cut whatever you are told to cut. At the end, you will be scored based on how fast and well you cut. The person who gets a score of seven will pass."
That’s right, this recruitment is not a selection system.
This was discussed by the team leader and Hua Ziqiang.
Many people have similar cooking skills, so choosing one depends a lot on luck. I'd rather just pick the one that passes. I'm not afraid of having too many people, I'm just afraid of not having enough people.
When they heard that they didn't have to compete with others and could pass as long as they got the points, the group of people visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
The tense atmosphere between them was not as strong anymore.
Seeing that everyone was ready to go, Hua Ziqiang shouted:
"Begin! Cut the five potatoes in front of you into thin strips! One minute!"
Dong, dong, dong, swish, swish, the sound of the kitchen knife cutting through the potatoes and hitting the chopping board sounded regularly and quickly, like playing music, and it sounded very rhythmic to the ears.
A minute passed quickly, and a pile of evenly thin potato shreds piled up on the chopping board, with a slight sheen from the moisture on top.
Hua Ziqiang stood up and checked them one by one.
"Fang Chuyi, it took thirty seconds, eight points!"
"You cut it too thick, five points."
"This one is okay, but it's too slow. It's not finished yet. 6 points."
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Then Hua Ziqiang sat back down in his seat: "Second, cut the radish! Peel it and slice it thinly. Twenty seconds!"
Everyone was given a white radish of similar size.
Everyone hurriedly picked up the radishes, peeled them with knives, and then started cutting them smoothly.
The cut radish slices are crystal clear and evenly thick.
"Seven points!"
"You're almost chopping the radish into pieces for stewing pork ribs. Three points!"
"You cut it well, 9 points!"
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"Level 3, kill the chicken! Time: one minute!"
A tied live chicken was clucking and struggling on the ground, with a thermos filled with boiling water next to it.
As soon as the time was called, everyone immediately picked up a knife in one hand and grabbed the chicken in the other hand, put it in a basin, cut its neck neatly to let the blood, then changed to another basin and poured hot water on the chicken's body.
The rising heat and the stench of chicken feathers spread.
With a swish, swish, swish, fingers quickly plucked the chicken feathers. In less than two seconds, all the feathers were gone, revealing the bare chicken skin.
At the end of a minute, a basin of chicken blood, a pile of chicken feathers, and a bald chicken were neatly lined up on the ground.
Of course, some people haven't plucked all the feathers, and half of the feathers are still on the chicken, just like a middle-aged bald man with only half of his hair left.
Hua Ziqiang: "If the chicken is processed well within the specified time, the blood is contained, and the feathers are plucked, the chicken will be given 8 points if it is intact. If the feathers are plucked, it will be given 7 points. The others will fail!"
"Next, everyone will stir-fry a dish using the vegetables they just cut. You can use other vegetables, but the dishes you use must also test your knife skills. If your knife skills are not up to par, you will fail!"
A temporary stove made of stones had already been built at the end of the gymnasium. There was a pot on each stove mouth, and firewood and a box of matches were placed next to it.
Some seasonings and side dishes are also prepared.
In just ten minutes, along with the sizzling aroma of the food rising, the whirring sound of stir-frying gradually disappeared, and the steaming hot food was scooped up.
It looks shiny and oily, and it doesn't taste bad at first glance.
Hua Ziqiang smiled and said, "That's not for me to judge."
He glanced behind him and said, "See those people behind me? If they say it's delicious, then I've passed the test."
The people behind them could no longer contain their excitement after smelling the fragrance, and they all asked in a flurry:
"Can I eat now?"
"These dishes are so delicious! They look so delicious with so much oil!"
"Let me try it and I'll give you my rating!"
Hua Ziqiang smiled and said, "Alright, alright, each of you serve your dishes to the villagers. If you get 70% of the good marks, you'll pass!"
The first one is Fang Chuyi. She has been married for ten years and is a good cook. Everyone in the family likes the food she cooks.
She confidently walked towards the crowd, carrying the fried chicken and radish slices she had made herself.
This is meat!
Although the villagers' living conditions have improved, few people can afford to eat meat on a regular basis.
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