Mr. Guo has traveled all over the country!
He has remarkable insight.
If you say he's never eaten a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, he'll admit it!
How many people have actually eaten this?
But he really didn't recognize this candied ginkgo nut!
It doesn't look like a particularly expensive dish.
First, take three eggs, stir them vigorously, and then put them in a pan to cook into a thick egg crepe.
This young man is quite particular; he folded it in half, cut off the unsightly edge, and set it aside.
Cut it into rectangles.
Deep fry them in oil until they set.
When frying, the two layers of egg skin puffed up from the middle.
It turned into a bulging little bag.
Heat the oil, then add a bowl of white sugar.
It's melted.
Boil until foam forms.
Watching this bubble rise and fall three times.
At this point, put the fried eggs into the sugar.
Stir it quickly until well mixed.
Remove from heat.
Amidst the stares and bewilderment of the crowd.
Qian Huan followed that man's example and fawned over Old Guo by handing him chopsticks.
However, he has learned his lesson.
Before cooking, I washed my hands thoroughly with soap.
These things were placed next to the stove; you can imagine what they meant.
Old Guo looked at the child's hands; the color wasn't very good.
Hands used for working in the fields are rarely clean and white.
But it looks neat and tidy.
The nails were also trimmed cleanly.
It's pleasing to the eye.
Guo Qingchun is actually a bit of a fake saint.
Well, when given the opportunity, he'll try to be as clean as possible.
They wish others would cook for them effortlessly, without lifting a finger.
The vegetables needed to be washed ten times.
However, when he doesn't have the means, he'll make do with whatever he can.
These people inevitably have to go to the fields.
When I'm really hungry, I just pick them from the ground, wipe them with my hands, and stuff them into my mouth.
I stared at it for a long time.
Guo Qingchun then picked up his chopsticks.
It's oily and sugary, he dared not eat it right away.
It's too hot to eat.
This dish looks pretty good.
Guo Qingchun took the chopsticks and struggled to pick up a piece.
It's all sugar, so sticky!
Put it in your mouth and taste it.
Um!?
Their eyes widened in surprise.
It's both sweet and crunchy.
tasty.
Think about that pot of oil and that bowl of sugar from earlier.
Old Guo began to make plans in his mind.
After setting aside a little for those impoverished children, most of my monthly salary is enough to eat.
Eating this four times a month should be fine.
I've made up my mind.
Mr. Guo put down his chopsticks and cleared his throat.
Eating anything sweet makes my throat feel sticky!
Hearing the commotion, the cooks immediately turned their attention to it.
They were able to come because they overheard people chatting at the educated youth compound.
I just wanted to try my luck.
I heard that he was paid according to the standards for head chefs in state-run restaurants.
They took it to heart!
The head chef at a state-run restaurant earns over a hundred yuan a month!
No wonder they call this old man a sucker.
The amount of food a master chef makes in a day is only the amount he makes here.
Actually, this statement is incorrect.
They only cook three meals a day, and there are only a few people; how could they possibly provide so many?
It only costs thirty yuan a month.
However, in their eyes, that's still quite a lot!
One penny can buy a piece of candy.
Thirty yuan, that's about the price a regular worker in the city would get.
Although it wasn't as much as I had imagined, it was still acceptable.
That's why everyone wants this job.
They all stared expectantly at the old man, waiting for him to speak.
Mr. Guo glanced at everyone and announced his decision.
"Everyone's cooking skills are quite good. As for me, I'm a picky eater and only eat what I like. I still prefer the dishes made by this young man!"
He pointed at Qian Huan.
Everyone had an expression of "I knew it!" on their faces.
When chefs compete in culinary skills, laymen watch the spectacle, while experts appreciate the intricacies.
Actually, as soon as the young man started practicing, they could tell that he had been practicing since childhood.
It's just that I'm a bit unfamiliar with it.
Old Guo noticed that everyone's expressions were relatively calm.
I figured I couldn't let everyone come all this way for nothing to cook for him.
He instructed Xiao Li: "Li, give each of them five yuan. They came all this way, so we'll cover their round-trip fare!"
He then cupped his hands in thanks to everyone, saying, "Thank you all for coming! You've all worked so hard!"
It means, there's nothing else, you can take the money and leave!
Everyone had left.
Qian Huan fawned over him again: "Old Guo, my teacher's wife is Su Zhiqing."
I've already made a deal with her. From now on, whatever vegetables or other groceries she has, she'll provide for us.
My teacher's wife has never traded any of the things she grows with anyone else.
It means I still have some connections, not just in terms of cooking.
To say that no one has ever switched places with Su Ruobai is actually a bit of an exaggeration!
In the countryside, every family has its own little plot of land!
Why spend money to buy things from others when we have them all in our own fields?
What? You're saying the taste is different!
My God, I'm lucky if I can even get enough to eat.
Do you want to eat imperial food and be the emperor?
Upon hearing this, the old man became even more satisfied with Qian Huan, the young man.
They gave me a month's worth of groceries first, and we agreed that my salary would be paid monthly.
On the first day of each month, wages for the previous month are paid.
Mr. Guo was satisfied with everything.
Uncle Xiao was absolutely furious.
Several production team leaders came to him, asking him for corn seeds.
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