"They are the commune's secretaries. The female comrade's surname is Shen, and the male comrade's surname is Li. They are here to teach us how to make instant noodles."
The three men looked at them suspiciously, their gazes like searchlights, scanning them from head to toe.
He looks like he can do the job, but he doesn't look like he can do this kind of work.
"Are you really here to teach us how to do our job?"
Secretary Li silently took a small step to the side. He was not good at this.
Shen Annian nodded, "Yes, but I have to see your finished product first."
"Here it is, look."
A worker brought out a large plate of flatbreads.
Shen An Nian took a closer look and found that the dough cakes they made were either over-fried and looked burnt yellow in color.
Or maybe it’s not fried enough and the dough is not crispy enough.
There are also some issues with the shape, it looks uneven and the pattern is uneven.
It was quite different from what she asked for.
There was no thermometer, and the oil temperature was controlled manually. It was normal for deviations to occur, so Shen An Nian didn't say anything.
“There is definitely room for improvement.”
The man was not convinced, "If you have the guts, make one and see. Everyone can do the mouth trick."
Hearing this, Secretary Li couldn't help but look at him again.
He probably didn't know that it was the person in front of him who invented instant noodles.
Shen Annian was not angry at all, and said calmly: "Okay, then you all watch it.
Please call the others over and let them see how I do it."
The man rolled his eyes secretly and called everyone else over. How could she be so awesome?
Even though she is capable, it doesn't mean she knows everything.
If someone comes over and she messes things up, isn't she afraid of being embarrassed?
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