Just as Ma Hua was about to start cooking, a crisp system notification sounded in his mind.
{Ding-dong}
{Given that Sha Zhu disdains the large pot of food the host is preparing, a god-level choice is activated.}
{Option 1: Ignore it, after all, communal cooking doesn't taste as good as home-cooked food. Reward: One pound of common vegetable seeds and 100 yuan in cash.}
{Option 2: That bastard Zhu dared to question the host! Use your advanced technology and ruthless skills to thoroughly humiliate him. Reward: 30 cash and 5 jin of meat.}
Ma Hua's mouth watered when he saw the vegetable seeds in Option 1. He had wanted to buy some for a long time, but unfortunately, he had no money, no coupons, and that 100 yuan in cash—damn, that was two months' salary!
Besides, we're all working-class brothers, how can I let them do high-tech and backbreaking work? Ma Hua pondered for a moment, then resolutely chose option two in his mind.
It's not that money or seeds are more attractive; it's that I can't bear to see Hao Hao without a mother—oops, I misspoke—I can't bear to see that bastard Sha Zhu running rampant.
Besides, this is also a way for them to experience the power of technology in advance. Anyway, based on the age of the factory workers, they will be able to eat it eventually. When they get older, they can also reminisce about the taste from back then.
Is there a problem? No problem, Ma Hua comforted himself in his mind. They are all brothers, so it's not a big problem, right? In the future, he will feed others every day and nothing will happen.
Ma Hua picked up a bowl and pretended to mix sauce, but secretly replaced it with ready-made ingredients from later generations. These later ingredients were basically just different from the current ones, with a few more additives like sucralose, potassium sorbate, and sucralose. After doing all this, Ma Hua began his performance.
Using the same large pot, one meter in diameter, after the water had evaporated, I poured in cooking oil. Once the oil was hot, I added star anise to sauté until fragrant and removed it. Then, I added the chopped pork and sautéed it over low heat until the pork had rendered its fat. Finally, I added scallions, ginger, and garlic.
Seeing that the scallions, ginger, and garlic in the pot had changed color slightly, Ma Hua added the chopped cabbage in batches.
Once the cabbage was slightly softened, the prepared seasonings were poured into the wok. As Ma Hua stirred it, the aroma gradually filled the kitchen.
"Master Ma's meat smells so good!" "Who says it isn't? How come his cooking is so delicious?" The kitchen ladies, while working, greedily inhaled the aroma in the air.
Ma Hua had no time to listen to the older women's chatter; she was focused on stir-frying. Once it was almost done, she'd add water, and after it boiled, she'd add the glass noodles. The rest was up to time; the big pot of stew was practically finished.
It's not that this big pot stew is difficult to make, but it's not easy either. As long as you follow the steps correctly, it won't taste bad. It just needs to be simmered for a long time, which is why it's called stewed dish in the north.
{I highly recommend all readers try making some when it gets cold, it's amazing!!}
After finishing cooking, Ma Hua plopped down in a chair. He was exhausted. He had wielded the meter-long iron spatula with great force. Cooking large pots of vegetables was no problem, but it was tiring because it required constant flipping. You couldn't do it without a lot of strength.
Sha Zhu chuckled at Ma Hua's sweat-drenched appearance. "Ma Hua," he thought, "it's just cooking a big pot of food, yet he's putting in so much effort. He really doesn't know how to enjoy life. Wouldn't it be better to just sit there and sip tea? Why go through all this trouble?"
Soon it was lunchtime, and when Ma Hua lifted the pot lid, the aroma instantly filled the entire canteen.
In the cafeteria, the people who had been chatting leisurely in twos and threes just moments before were now drooling and swallowing involuntarily at the aroma. It smelled so good, it was just too good!
Immediately, a huge throng of people carrying their lunchboxes surged into the cafeteria window, throwing the cafeteria into chaos. Everyone was eager to get something to try. Seeing this, the cafeteria manager immediately shouted at the top of his lungs, "Quiet, quiet, line up! We have everything!"
Director Wang's face was beaming with joy. Ma Hua was really promising; he'd been worried Ma Hua would mess it up, but the stew he made was surprisingly delicious.
Seeing this, Sha Zhu was practically dying of jealousy. A simple stir-fried cabbage with meat—was it really necessary? He'd cooked it for them before. They were like wild boars who couldn't stomach fine food, never seen the world. Even the best big-pot stew couldn't compare to his own homemade stir-fry. Pshaw.
Seeing that Sha Zhu was in a daze, the fat man immediately called out anxiously, "Master, Master!"
"What, you want to eat the communal stew too?" Sha Zhu replied irritably.
The fat man, feeling a bit aggrieved, pointed to the food in the pot and said, "Master, shouldn't we add the side dishes now?" What he really wanted to say was that Sha Zhu had burned the food.
Sha Zhu then realized he was still cooking; sure enough, while he was daydreaming, the meat in the pan had started to burn.
He immediately scolded the fat man, "It's all because you're next to me that you're affecting me."
The fat guy was practically dying of grievance. What did it have to do with him? It was clearly Sha Zhu who was spacing out, and yet he was being scolded. But then he remembered that he could now watch Sha Zhu cook up close, so he could only purse his lips and remain silent.
Sha Zhu was also having a headache. Meat was a limited supply; he could cut back a little, but refusing to make any more was a bit unreasonable. If he continued, wouldn't he be ruining his reputation? Hey, how about this?
Thinking of this, Sha Zhu said directly to Fatty, "Come on, this is a good test for you, you do it." What a convenient scapegoat! I'm such a clever little devil.
"Master, I'm not ready yet, this..." The fat man was clever and naturally understood what Sha Zhu meant, but he didn't dare to openly refute him, so he could only make excuses.
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