Bear meat needs to be simmered over low heat, and Zhou Ziwen was busy cooking for the entire afternoon.
Today's main course is of course bear stew.
There were eight large iron pots placed in a row on the edge of the threshing ground.
Several aunts in the village were helping to light the fire. In the big iron pot, large pieces of meat were rolling in the juice. The tempting aroma drifted in the wind, filling the entire threshing ground.
Zhou Ziwen was not planning to make a big deal, so today he only had one dish, a hot pot stew.
It’s still early and many side dishes haven’t been put in yet.
He plans to put things like radishes, potatoes, greens, cabbages, etc. in last because they cook quickly.
At that time, no matter who you are, everyone will get a big bowl of bear meat and will be guaranteed to be full.
Of course, in addition to vegetables, there are also steamed buns.
However, Zhou Ziwen doesn't need to make the steamed bread himself, as the aunties in the village are all good at it.
After they make the steamed bread, they put it directly in the iron pot to steam it without delaying the stewing of the meat.
As time goes by, the aroma of the bear meat itself is stewed out.
Now, everyone in the production team branch was drooling.
Especially the children in the village, they were almost crying with greed.
Knowing that they would eat meat today, the children in the village couldn't hold back any longer.
I came to the production team and waited right after lunch.
After guarding for several hours, I was getting hungry.
"Brother Zhou, when will this meat be ready?"
Li Tiezhu stood beside the big iron pot, drooling with greed.
"It's almost done, it's almost done. We can eat as soon as the announcement of the end of work sounds." Zhou Ziwen comforted with a smile.
"Brother Zhou, what does this bear meat taste like? Can I try it?" Seeing that Zhou Ziwen didn't understand what he meant, Li Tiezhu simply made it clear.
"Oh? Do you want to taste it?" Zhou Ziwen asked pretending not to understand.
"Yeah, Brother Zhou, let me have a taste. I'll know if the meat is cooked or not once I taste it." Li Tiezhu stared at the meat in the pot eagerly.
"Haha, okay, then I'll let you try it, but each person can only have a small piece!"
Seeing their eager looks, Zhou Ziwen stopped teasing them, picked up the spatula, and scooped out a few pieces of bear meat.
"Thank you, Brother Zhou."
"Brother Zhou, you are so kind."
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When the little ones saw the meat on the spatula, they immediately smiled.
These little guys were also polite. While taking the meat, they also did not forget to say thank you.
"Oh, delicious, delicious."
"It smells so good. I've never eaten meat that smells so good."
"It turns out bear meat is so delicious! I wish I could eat bear meat every day."
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The little ones took a piece of meat each.
After getting the meat, everyone didn't care about the heat and just stuffed it into their mouths.
As soon as they put it in their mouths, they squinted their eyes happily.
That expression was even happier than eating delicacies from land and sea.
"Eat slowly, don't burn yourself."
Looking at their expressions, Zhou Ziwen gave them instructions.
But his words obviously had no effect.
They were all busy eating and had no time to listen to him.
"hehe!"
Seeing this, Zhou Ziwen was not angry, but instead felt a little sad.
It is so hard to be born in this era.
In later generations, children of their age would be picky about the quality of meat and would not want to eat it if it tasted bad.
Of course, Zhou Ziwen's cooking skills can stand the test of time.
For these little guys, the piece of meat they had today was simply the most delicious thing they had ever eaten in their lives.
Perhaps many years later, they will still recall the taste of this piece of meat.
As time went by, it was finally time to get off work.
Now, the threshing ground began to become lively.
Everyone carried farm tools and came to the threshing ground in groups of three or four.
"What a delicious smell! Looks like I'm in for a treat today."
"Haha, that's right! Zhou Zhiqing's cooking skills are incredible! He was the one who cooked for my niece's wedding, and it was absolutely delicious."
"When will dinner be served? This smell makes me even hungrier."
"Why are you in such a hurry? Put your farm tools back first!"
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When they arrived at the threshing ground, the villagers were intoxicated by the tempting aroma.
Some of them didn't even have time to return their farm tools.
It’s not their fault. Zhou Ziwen’s cooking skills are really that good. No one can stand the overbearing aroma.
There were people gathered in three layers in front of the big iron pot.
Everyone crowded in excitedly, wanting to see what was going on.
Fortunately, Wu Dagang and the team leader had anticipated this situation and had already come out of their offices.
Under their scolding, no one dared to push or crowd around.
After all, there is a big iron pot in front, and if the pot is pushed over, it will be troublesome.
After a while, the Chen sisters also came over after work, and of course Zhou Chaoyang and Shen Zhaodi came with them.
They knew Zhou Ziwen's cooking skills and had eaten at his restaurant many times, but he was not as exaggerated as the villagers.
But the aroma coming from the big iron pot still made them swallow their saliva.
"Xiao Zhou, is your meat ready? When can we eat it?"
Seeing that everyone had finished work, Wu Dagang ran over and asked.
"It's ready. We can eat anytime." Zhou Ziwen nodded with a smile.
"Then wait for me, I'll let them go home and get their bowls."
Wu Dagang spoke hurriedly.
The production team didn’t have that many bowls and chopsticks, so if everyone wanted to eat, they had to bring their own bowls and chopsticks.
Soon, the broadcast in the production team sounded again.
"Dinner is about to start. Everyone go home, bring your own bowls and chopsticks, and gather at the threshing ground."
"Everyone must follow the rules, line up to get the meat, one bowl per person..."
Wu Dagang's voice came from the radio.
Hearing this, the people who were still in the threshing ground reacted immediately and rushed home in a hurry.
At this time, some smart people began to feel proud.
They had known for a long time that there were no bowls in the production team, so they all returned home early.
When Wu Dagang's broadcast sounded, they were already on their way to the threshing ground with their bowls in hand.
"Ziwen, let's go back and get the bowls too."
Chen Shiying also heard the broadcast and hurriedly spoke to Zhou Ziwen.
"Sister Shiying, I'll go back and get it. You guys just wait here."
Zhou Chaoyang on the side spoke up.
"Go, go, we'll wait for you." Shen Zhaodi urged.
"Haha, don't worry, I'm here, so how can you be short of food?"
Zhou Ziwen spoke with a smile.
As the head chef, he must take care of his own people.
Besides, he was the one who paid for the meat, so cutting in line was no big deal.
Even if the villagers saw Chen Qiaoyi and the others queuing up obediently, they would probably have some opinions.
The villagers don’t understand any big principles, but they still know who is good to them.
"Hey, I'll go first then." Zhou Chaoyang chuckled, nimbly squeezed out of the crowd, and then ran home quickly. (End of this chapter)
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