In the blink of an eye, tomorrow is August 1st.
The superiors have ordered that the menu should be prepared in advance to celebrate the festival tomorrow.
The head of the kitchen team quickly found Ning He and said, "Sister-in-law, I can only rely on you to prepare the menu."
As he spoke, the squad leader handed the notebook to Ning He and looked at him pleadingly: "After the menu is drawn up, it must be reported to the leader. At that time, our cafeteria will also have to send someone to attend the meeting. Sister-in-law, you must help with this arduous task!"
"What? We still have to hold a meeting after drawing up the menu?" Ning He waved his hand and refused: "I am not up to this difficult task."
"Sister-in-law, you can do it. No one is better than you!" The squad leader would not allow Ning He to refuse.
"Look, sister-in-law, the dishes you cook are varied and delicious. If you don't go to a large-scale event like this, who will? And it only happens once a year. This year I will learn from you, and next year I will go on my own. Is this okay, sister-in-law?"
The squad leader kept begging Ning He, which made it impossible for Ning He to refuse.
Unable to shirk his responsibilities, Ning He had no choice but to compromise: "How about this, let's draw up the menu first, and then decide who to send to the meeting?"
Seeing Ning He wavering, the squad leader stopped pressing and nodded with a smile, "Okay, okay, let's draft a menu first."
Ning He looked at the blank notebook in front of him and fell into deep thought.
August 1st is a major festival, and we must not be careless when it comes to diet.
But what kind of food can show the importance of the festival and win the love of the soldiers?
Ning He was racking his brains for a moment.
A few cooks mentioned it by chance while chatting nearby.
"Hey, isn't it the monitor's birthday on Yaichi? Let's prepare a bowl of longevity noodles for him."
The squad leader waved his hand and said, "Oh, don't talk about that. My birthday is nothing compared to August 1st. Being able to plan the menu for this August 1st is better than anything else."
"Yes! Don't you have to eat cake on your birthday?" Ning He's eyes lit up and he quickly stood up from the chair.
She suddenly spoke, scaring the squad leader and several cooks.
They looked at Ning He in surprise and asked cautiously, "Sister-in-law, what cake did you just talk about?"
"It's the birthday cake!" Ning He said this with a particularly excited tone.
"I think that since we are celebrating the grand festival of August 1, we should make a big cake, and then every soldier in the team can celebrate the festival together, so that there will be a sense of ceremony. Cake alone is definitely not enough, we can also make some fried chicken and snacks from various places, so that every soldier can taste his hometown food."
The squad leader nodded and thought Ning He's suggestion was good: "Great, cook a local dish so that every soldier can taste the flavor of their hometown."
But a cook raised a question.
"But how do we know where the fighters at each table are from? It's too troublesome to prepare like this. We have to count the regions where the fighters at each table are from, and we have to arrange the seats. If we don't figure it out, it will be a mess."
Ning He raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a sly look in his eyes: "This is easy, just let the soldiers pick up the food they like."
The squad leader scratched his head, confused: "How can we let the soldiers pick up the food they like?"
"When the time comes, we will set up a row of long tables, put the food on the long tables one plate at a time, and then let the soldiers hold the plates and use the serving chopsticks to pick up the food they like!"
The squad leader nodded in sudden realization: "So it can be done this way."
Ning He asked, "Squad leader, do the soldiers still have to follow the rules when eating on August 1st?"
Under normal circumstances, soldiers in the army must eat quickly, without making any noise, and must sit in their seats while eating.
Ning He was afraid that on August 1st, the soldiers would still have to eat according to such standards.
But fortunately, the squad leader smiled and said, "No, the purpose of the festival is to relax and be at ease."
"That's good. I think we can arrange the menu for Bayi that day accordingly."
Ning He breathed a sigh of relief, and then she said to the squad leader, "Squad leader, how about this, when we have lunch, let each soldier write down one dish from their hometown, and then we can pick some out, and then the menu will be ready, right?"
The squad leader thought Ning He's idea was feasible, so he quickly gave orders, and after noon, the menus were collected.
Ning He picked out some of the most popular dishes, prepared all the menus, and handed the menus to the squad leader.
The squad leader took the opportunity to speak and stuffed the menu into Ning He's hands: "Sister-in-law, we have already reported your list. You will represent our kitchen squad to attend the meeting this afternoon."
Ning He was confused: "What? The list has been submitted? Let me go???"
Is it so casual?
The kitchen team didn't send their own people, but instead sent her, a military wife, to act on their behalf?
If she was rejected, she couldn't bear the responsibility.
Ning He thought about the consequences and waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, if I get rejected, I will have a headache preparing a new menu. You guys should do it!"
The squad leader said, "Sister-in-law, if you can't do it, then neither can we. As for the cake you mentioned, I don't know how to describe it to the leaders. By then, they will all be rejected, and we will definitely be too late on August 1st."
"Yes, sister-in-law, you are the only one here who is good at cooking, and most of the dishes on this menu were suggested by sister-in-law, so it is perfect for you to go."
Ning He was completely forced into this. She didn't want to go at first, but after listening to their analysis, it seemed to make some sense.
After thinking about it, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Okay, if a lot of food is rejected, you can't blame me, right?"
"No, no, sister-in-law, you can do it!"
Ning He: ...
She also hoped that she could do it, but the decision was not in her hands.
Ning He had a meeting in the afternoon, so Zhao Lan helped Ning He take care of Qian Lin so that she could go to the meeting without worry.
She organized the menu of prepared recipes and made several copies.
The strange thing is that there is no PPT in this era, otherwise she would have put up a lot of finished pictures.
Ning He thought about it for the whole afternoon. Since there was no finished product picture, she could draw it. At noon, Ning He sat at the dining table in the cafeteria and drew several pictures of the finished dishes.
She went to the meeting room with a large bag of materials.
This afternoon there was a meeting to review all the activities for August 1st tomorrow, and those attending the meeting were all senior leaders.
Ning He met Yu Nianbai at the door of the conference room. She was wearing a light red dance dress.
When she saw Ning He, she smiled, nodded at Ning He and said hello.
Ning He's eyes lit up, and she asked her with a smile, "Are you here for a meeting too?"
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