Chapter 311 Who is in this funeral home?
The next morning.
The aunts prepared breakfast, and Su Chen sat in the restaurant to help Nuonuo spread strawberry jam on the toast.
He was yawning while applying it, with two big dark circles under his eyes.
The little girl came over like a curious baby and asked in a baby voice.
"Dad, you didn't sleep well last night? You turned into a giant panda."
Su Chen pursed his lips and forced a smile.
It’s not that I didn’t sleep well.
When he heard about the crappy stall-setting task next week, he tossed and turned, his mind in a mess.
By the way, I cursed the system, and finally Tongzi just crashed and didn't respond.
Fortunately, I don’t have to set up a stall today, and the next five days are holidays, so I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
After breakfast, Su Chen decided to go out and play for a while.
When you come to Chengdu, you must visit the Panda Base.
Then there are Dujiangyan, Leshan Giant Buddha, Sanxingdui, Jiuzhaigou, Huanglong...
Now that you are here, how can you not go and have fun?
Su Chen also plans to experience the Chengdu cuisine and hot pot that the locals introduced to him yesterday.
It was early in the morning, and it was rare to hear that the boss would only set up the stall for one day this week. Butler Ding and the others were very happy.
Can this spoil the fun?
Of course, I must be the boss’s best travel and dining partner.
There's no such thing as a paid trip on vacation.
I have to say, this job has given them a lot of experience.
Arrived at Panda Valley.
Even though he had seen them before at the Nancheng Zoo, when he saw several chubby giant pandas again, Nuonuo still looked left and right, up and down, blinking his big eyes.
I rushed over and lay on the glass to watch the panda chewing bamboo. It smelled so good!
"Dad, bamboo must be delicious, right? They smell so good!"
Nuonuo smacked her lips.
She really wanted to try what bamboo tasted like... She didn't taste it last time.
Looking at Nuonuo with a greedy look on her face, Su Chen and the others felt helpless.
"How about I take you to eat bamboo shoots? The kind that haven't grown up yet."
The little girl blinked her big eyes. Bamboo shoots are delicious, but she still refused firmly.
"No, no! I want to eat bamboo, not bamboo shoots!"
Su Chen: ...
This little ancestor is really hard to serve.
But he is an experienced dad after all, and he has his own way of coaxing children.
I took out my phone and searched, and found a Thai restaurant whose signature dishes were banana bamboo and Thai curry bamboo rice.
The weird request of Naituanzi was thus dealt with.
In the afternoon, they went to an old hot pot restaurant that everyone recommended. The location was a bit hidden, hidden in a residential building, but it had a unique atmosphere of home and was very distinctive.
Then there was no shabu-shabu hotpot, so some people who couldn't tolerate spicy food ordered the mild spicy one. They thought they could handle it, but in the end, the spiciness still made them turn red and warm.
Maybe there is no mild spicy food here, the base is all made with beef oil and chili peppers...
Aunt Wu and her friends eat it with a garlic and sesame oil dish and milk.
Nuonuo is young and can’t eat spicy food, so naturally she can only eat some hot pot dishes.
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Suddenly it was Monday, three in the morning.
It was still dark when Su Chen took Butler Ding to the Guizhou Funeral Home.
The two aunts were timid and didn't like to get close to such a gloomy place. In addition, they had to take Nuonuo to the nearest Windmill Kindergarten for a transfer class in the morning. They had a lot of things to do, so they didn't come.
Although Butler Ding felt a little unsteady on his feet, he remained silent and did not show it.
If the boss is not afraid, then I must not be afraid either.
When he arrived at the funeral home, the system had already completed all the employment procedures for Su Chen, so he just had to go to the cafeteria to work.
Even though I'm only doing this for a week and I'm a temporary worker, I can't be perfunctory.
First of all, the canteen regulations must be strictly followed in terms of business hours.
Breakfast here is served from 6 to 8 am, lunch at 12 pm, and supper at 10:30 pm.
So, they rushed over in the middle of the night.
Standing at the cafeteria stall, Su Chen looked around.
In addition to the noodles they are responsible for, there are also fried rice stalls, pancake and fried dough stick stalls, etc.
But no one came at this time, and it was very quiet.
The manager who came to receive me didn't say much.
He simply explained the situation to Su Chen and left.
Before leaving, he started to make promises.
"Although you're a temporary worker, if you perform well, I can help you apply for a permanent position. Our regular employees still have very good benefits."
After listening to this, Su Chen neither nodded nor shook his head.
He just gave the manager a half-smile and let him figure it out for himself.
But Butler Ding was standing aside and made a tactical retreat.
I can't figure out why the boss suddenly came to the funeral home cafeteria to set up a stall this week.
Who on earth is in this funeral home?!
but!
If anyone wants to make their boss a permanent employee, just dream on!
Does the boss need such benefits?!
After the cafeteria manager left.
Su Chen and Butler Ding changed into the chef uniforms provided by the restaurant, walked into the stall, and began to check the ingredients that would be used in a while.
What makes this week's task different from previous ones is that you have to use ingredients provided by the restaurant instead of ordering them on the system.
Originally, Su Chen was worried that the ingredients used in the restaurant might be too bad, but after checking it, he was somewhat surprised.
The rice used to make rice noodles is indica rice from northern Guangxi, and the rice grains appear pearly white under the light.
Large pieces of fresh pork come from the front shoulder of Qianbei black pigs, also known as plum meat.
There are also high-quality large bones, which look solid.
At first glance, this funeral home seems quite generous with its investment.
What a conscience.
There are many common styles of rice noodles, mainly round and long, with different thicknesses, dryness and wetness, and different tastes.
For example, the rice noodles used in Guilin rice noodles are of medium thickness, fresh, moist, round and linear shape, with a smooth and chewy texture.
The second most common type is flat noodles, also known as cut noodles in some places. They are square in shape, a bit like the knife-cut noodles in the north.
Compared with round noodles, flat noodles are easier to cook and soften.
There are also different widths. The narrow ones are only about 2 mm wide. The wide ones are also 3 cm wide. They need to be cut with a knife after the rice paper is made.
Su Chen washed the pork ribs and put them into a big bucket to make soup.
I also soaked some northern Guangxi indica rice.
While waiting.
He started making meat sauce, after all, this is the soul of rice noodles.
A good bowl of rice noodles doesn’t taste good, it all depends on this spoonful of topping.
"Bang!"
Su Chen threw the washed black pork onto the chopping board.
Under the incandescent light in the funeral home's kitchen, the pork texture is shiny, the fat layer is crystal clear, and it feels slightly elastic.
He lowered his head and found two kitchen knives. The knives were a bit blunt. The backs of the knives scratched on the whetstone, producing sparks, and then turned into knife marks at his fingertips.
Wow!!!
Butler Ding was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly.
It seems that the boss is in a good mood today. He usually doesn't show off his skills at home.
Tomorrow, when I have learned how to make knife flowers, I will show it to my two old colleagues.
(End of this chapter)
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