Chapter 52: I’m afraid the fragrance will kill several old ladies!

The kitchen of the brigade was bustling with activity and laughter.

All the people living near the creek also moved to the wheat field.

After the work was assigned, Fang Rou sat on a small stool and cut radishes with a knife. Her hands were red from being frozen and had several cuts on them.

Especially the index finger of her left hand, half of the nail was cut off, and the pain made her cry.

Even so, she didn't dare to ask for leave. Aunt Luo had complained more than once why she was so coquettish and different from the new educated youth Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming is an educated youth, and it is Xiao Ming again.

Aunt Luo has praised her more than once.

In fact, not only Aunt Luo, but all the villagers in Liujiawan had a particularly good impression of Mingdai. Especially in the context of this batch of new educated youth, the young educated youth Ming Dai seemed even more capable.

After all, not everyone can give them meat to eat as soon as they arrive.

Fang Rou felt so aggrieved that she endured the pain in her hands as she cut the radish. If she was slow, she would be urged by the eldest sister-in-law of the Luo family who was waiting to serve the radish strips, which made her even sadder.

Mrs. Luo couldn't help rolling her eyes as she watched Fang Rou crying while cutting. It was such a simple matter of cutting radish strips but she could cut her hand into this state. I wonder what she was doing?

Qi Zhijun was in charge of carrying the baskets of radishes, and happened to deliver some radishes to Fang Rou.

Seeing his beloved girl's hand cut like this, he felt heartbroken: "Xiao Rou, why don't you take a leave."

Fang Rou shook her head and said nothing.

Mrs. Luo's eyes moved between the two of them, as if she was enjoying a good show.

On the other hand, Liu Yan, who was also cutting radish strips, was much better. Although she was also tired, it was much better than standing in the river to wash radishes.

Now seeing Qi Zhijun feeling so distressed towards Fang Rou, she felt very sad. She took care of Qi Zhijun in every way, but he only saw Fang Rou and didn't care about her at all.

She gritted her teeth, swallowed her reluctance, and pulled off the towel she had brought with her: "Brother Qi, does your shoulder hurt? Yan'er, here's a towel. You'll feel much better if you put it on your shoulder."

Qi Zhijun moved his swollen shoulders, which were indeed painful from being pressed. He hesitated for a moment and took the towel: "Thank you, Liu Zhiqing."

Liu Yan smiled softly: "Brother Qi, you are too polite. You just started working, don't be stubborn, take your time."

Qi Zhijun was moved by Liu Yan's concerned look. Then he looked at Fang Rou who didn't even raise her head and felt a little disappointed. He sighed and walked away with the basket.

Liu Yan looked at Qi Zhijun's departing back with affection, not hiding her love at all.

Fang Rou sneered slightly and cursed in her heart: What a pair of bastards!

The knives in his hands became heavier and heavier.

Mrs. Luo looked at this, then looked at that, and smiled happily.

It turns out that city people know how to have fun!

Near noon, waves of fragrant aroma spread out from the brigade headquarters. The whole village was shrouded in the overbearing aroma. Half of the dogs in the village gathered around and lay outside the brigade headquarters, drooling.

In the wheat field, everyone was sniffing and moving faster. The smart ones had already called their children home to get their bowls and line up!

Inside the brigade headquarters, Aunt Huang and Mrs. Huang held on to the kitchen door tightly, swallowing their saliva.

Zhou Sinian stood by the stove, pacing anxiously, his eyes fixed on the steaming iron pot. If Mingdai had not clearly forbade him, he would have been unable to resist and grabbed it.

"Oh my god! This is going to make several old ladies die of the fragrance!"

Aunt Huang looked at Mingdai, who was only slightly taller than the stove, and felt that her third son had no chance, as he was totally unworthy of her!

Just based on this cooking skill, young people from all over the country can choose it at will!

Huang Dalian swallowed hard and said, "Sister Mingdai, your cooking skills are much better than those in the state-owned hotel!"

Aunt Huang nodded. Her husband followed the leader to the county for a meeting and brought over dishes from a state-owned hotel. She originally thought that the dishes were the best, but compared to what Mingdai cooked, they were still far behind.

Ming Dai smiled: "Auntie, you are too exaggerated! It will be fine soon. I just wait for everyone to come over after work."

After saying that, she took a small basin beside her, which contained chili sauce made with the limited sheep fat she had.

"Auntie, this is for you. You can help everyone later. Give it to those who like spicy food. I won't put it in the big pot to prevent the children from not being able to drink the soup."

Auntie Huang quickly took it over and said, "You are still careful. Leave it to me. I will handle it for you clearly."

Ming Dai opened another large bowl, which contained freshly mixed radish slices. "Sister-in-law, share this with everyone. I mixed a large bowl, which should be enough. This will help you get rid of the greasy feeling."

Mrs. Huang nodded with a smile: "Okay, okay, I'll do it. I'll do it."

Aunt Huang was even more satisfied. Mingdai asked her and her daughter-in-law to share the food, which was a face-saving thing for them, so she was naturally happy.

Soon, people who were off work came to the team headquarters in a rush. It was a mess, with voices, children screaming and dogs barking to join in the fun, it was so noisy that it gave people a headache.

Liu Dazhu and Liu Qingmin walked into the kitchen: "Miss Xiaoming, your cooking skills are amazing! I can smell the fragrance by the river!"

Ming Dai smiled shyly: "Uncle Captain, Uncle Secretary, the soup is ready, let's start serving it."

Liu Dazhu rubbed his hands excitedly: "Okay, okay! I'll get someone to scoop it out!"

After saying that, several young men came in carrying large iron basins.

A pot of mutton soup filled two large iron basins. Mingdai put a lot of cabbage and added fine flour, so the soup was not watery at all, but rather thicker.

As soon as the basin was taken out, the fragrance was carried by the wind to the people in the queue, and immediately the whole place was filled with fragrance.

The crowd began to squeeze forward excitedly, and the people at the back were banging bowls and pots, making a lot of noise.

Liu Dazhu stood behind the table and struck the hammer used for work, attracting everyone's attention.

"Ahem! Let me say a few words! The mutton was given by Zhou Sinian and the educated youth Xiao Ming! The mutton soup was made by the educated youth Xiao Ming! So! The first portion should be given to the educated youth Xiao Ming and Zhou Sinian. Is that okay with everyone?"

"no!"

"No! Captain, hurry up!"

"That's right! What the hell are you wasting time on!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

There was a burst of good-natured laughter at the scene.

Liu Dazhui was not annoyed and smiled as he asked Xiao Ming, the educated youth, to come forward.

Before Mingdai could move, Zhou Sinian squeezed over and put his big teacup in front of Liu Dazhui.

Liu Dazhu still remembered the triangular knife from last night. He was so frightened that his hands were shaking. He tried hard to suppress his fear and scooped a ladle of solid mutton soup for Zhou Sinian.

but!

His hands were shaking, and when he poured a full scoop into Zhou Sinian's teacup, only half a scoop was left.

Zhou Sinian looked at the fallen pieces of meat and meatballs and was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but Mingdai quickly stopped him. Captain Liu was full of desire to survive and immediately filled the remaining half jar for Zhou Sinian.

Zhou Sinian was satisfied and went to Aunt Huang with the teacup.

He just glanced at Aunt Huang, and Aunt Huang immediately scooped out a large spoonful of mutton oil and chili and put it on his teacup.

Zhou Sinian looked at the bright red chili peppers with great satisfaction, and glanced at Aunt Huang with admiration.

Aunt Huang: Why am I still a little happy?

He simply passed over Mrs. Huang. Mingdai had made the mixed radish at home before, so Zhou Sinian was no longer interested in it.