It's impossible for it to roll away.
Especially with delicious food at the table, and before the person has even been rescued, it's even more important not to roll around.
Yan Qi, shameless as ever, stared longingly at Gong Ming, seemingly unaware that Jiang Si already knew they were master and disciple. He called out to Master Gong, "Eating alone is so lonely; it's much more enjoyable to eat with someone. I'll eat with you."
Gongming opened his mouth, wanting to refuse.
Jiang Si spoke up promptly: "Teacher, since Director Yan has spoken, please let him in. Let him know that I am more suited to the Culinary Arts Department than the Planting Department."
The young student who will soon be my student spoke up.
To give her face, Gong Ming gave a haughty snort, flicked his hand, and walked into the classroom first: "Come in."
Yan Qi followed closely behind, pointing at the ginger slices and silently cursing, "You bad thing."
Jiang Si gave him a provocative smile, then silently retorted: You dog.
As soon as Yan Qi entered the room, the aroma of meat mixed with spices filled the air and he craned his neck to see what was cooking in the pot.
Gong Ming coughed lightly, and Yan Qi stood beside him without sticking his head out or peeking out.
Jiang Si's eyes darted around: "Teacher, could I ask Director Yan for help?"
Gong Ming picked up his teapot: "For people like this who come here to eat for free, how can we not make them do some work? Call them whatever you want."
An incredibly cute old man.
He won her heart.
Jiang Si grinned, "Then I'll trouble Director Yan."
As Jiang Si spoke, she pulled out two solid iron rods, one weighing about 15 jin (7.5 catties) and the other about 30 jin (15 catties), and placed them on the table.
After cutting the beef from the hind leg, washing it clean, patting it dry with paper, removing the tendons and membranes, and placing the beef on the cutting board, he pointed with his hand and said, "Director Yan, could you please pick up the iron bar on the table and repeatedly hammer it?"
The master is watching from up there.
Yan Qi had no choice but to roll up his sleeves, get down, pick up the hammer, and start hammering. Frustrated, he used his mental power, and in no time, the flesh was smashed into a pulp.
Jiang Si took another piece of lean and fatty black pork, skin removed, and placed it on the other side, asking him to wash the iron rod and pound the black pork.
While he was pounding the black pork, Jiang Si turned the beef paste over and removed the tendons and membranes that had not been completely removed.
Salt was sprinkled on, and Yan Qi was asked to come over and pound the beef again until the gelatinous substance was extracted.
The pork was also pounded into a paste, and ginger slices were placed in a bowl with the meat paste. There were no chopped scallions, only large scallions the size of an arm.
She chopped up the scallions and ginger, added cooking wine and the egg white of some unknown type of egg, and pulled out a pair of chopsticks. "Director Yan, yours is done. Could you please stir it for me until it becomes thick?"
Yan Qi had been beaten up while experimenting with gene candy, so he just treated himself with a treatment device, hammering him for half an hour until his hand got sore.
But he dared not speak, fearing that his master would drive him away, so he vented all his dissatisfaction on the minced meat.
Jiang Si put the ground beef in a bowl, found some cornstarch, sprinkled it in, added salt and pepper, and then stirred it directly with his hands.
The beef is minced into a smooth paste. The left hand is used to squeeze it into a ball with the tiger's mouth, and the right hand takes the spoon and puts it in warm water to shape it into a ball.
Once all the beef balls are squeezed out, cook them over medium heat until they float to the surface, at which point the aroma of the beef balls will be released.
Yan Qi, stirring the minced pork, licked his lips: "Ginger, is it ready yet? Can we eat it?"
Jiang Si glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and replied, "It's not cooked yet. Wait another 3 to 5 minutes. The pork you're stirring will be ready. You don't need to stir it anymore."
Yan Qi quickly put down his chopsticks and came over.
Heat the ginger slices in a pan again and add oil.
After three to five minutes, she scooped out the beef balls.
Two large pieces of beef can make about 100 beef balls.
Yan Qi couldn't wait to transform into a foodie and wanted to eat.
Jiang Si, carrying the bowl of beef balls, dodged and took out a food box from her spatial storage. She kept only 20 beef balls and put the rest into the food box.
Yan Qi raised his hand in mid-air, dumbfounded, and accused Gong Ming: "Director Gong, look, you took a liking to Xiao Jiangsi, but she's keeping her secret."
Gong Ming glanced sideways, and Jiang Si covered the food box with it, then came to Gong Ming and said, "Teacher, please put these in your spatial storage. You can put a few in when you make soup later, or you can eat them directly."
Gong Ming's white beard twitched, his eyes, which had been glancing at Yan Qi, returned to their original position. He took the box and stuffed it into his spatial storage: "The kid is so filial, unlike some people who just eat for free and still gossip."
Before she could even get a free meal, she ended up with the gossipy tattletale Yan Qi: "..."
Ginger shreds returned and turned down the heat on the pots for stewing meat and braised beef.
The oil in the wok was about 50-60% hot when she took the bowl of minced pork and made fried meatballs.
The aroma of deep-fried food wafted from afar.
The departments next to the culinary department were overwhelmed by the aroma, and their minds wandered away, thinking about the culinary department, which had no students.
Could it be that Director Gong from the Culinary Arts Department personally cooked a grand meal?
That doesn't seem right. They've been here for two or three years and haven't smelled any fragrance at all.
Fried meatballs can be eaten immediately after frying.
But Jiang Si didn't tell Yan Qi.
He just stood there, staring longingly.
Two strings of pork belly made more fried meatballs than beef meatballs.
This time, Yan Qi was smarter. When he saw Jiang Si take out a food box, he grabbed a bowl, stuffed it into his spatial storage.
Jiang Si gave him a disdainful look, divided the meatballs into three portions, kept one portion for later, packed one portion for Gong Ming, packed one portion for herself, and planned to send it to her cheap husband later.
The meatballs are all ready.
There weren't enough for eight dishes, so I cut a few ribs, cleaned them, marinated them, wrapped them in aluminum foil, and put them in the oven.
Twenty minutes later, the room was filled with the aroma of food.
Jiang Si began serving the dishes, placing them in front of Gong Ming and introducing them: "Teacher, braised beef, cold bitter greens salad, stir-fried lettuce, braised pork meatballs, egg drop beef meatball soup, braised stewed meat, stir-fried meat with seven-color peppers, and roasted ribs."
"There are exactly eight dishes. Please try them. If you don't like them, I'll make them again next time until you are satisfied."
The child is delicate and well-behaved.
They are decisive and efficient in their work.
Her cooking skills are also highly proficient.
Gong Ming was increasingly satisfied. This was much better than some people who just wanted to freeload. He tapped the table with his chopsticks, waking Yan Qi, who was already sitting down waiting for the meal, and pointed to Yan Qi's seat: "Little friend, you sit here."
Yan Qi felt wronged.
He didn't say.
When I told him, my master was nothing but disgusted.
"Thank you, teacher." Jiang Si smiled smugly, pushed Yan Qi aside, sat down, picked up a soup ladle, ladled out some beef meatball soup, placed it in front of Gong Ming, her eyes crinkling with laughter, and sweetly said, "Teacher, have a sip of soup first to soothe your throat."
Gong Mingming praised Jiang Si, but subtly mocked Yan Qi: "The child is more sensible than some people who just sit down wherever they see a seat and all they know is how to eat."
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