"Master, it smells so good!"
Liu Hongchang looked at the four large white basins of noodles with gravy and swallowed his saliva. "Can I help the workers taste the saltiness?"
"You little bastard, you're just greedy, and you're even trying to taste the saltiness for the workers. The workers don't need your help."
Liu Lan walked over and patted Liu Hongchang on the forehead. Liu Hongchang shrank his neck, chuckled, and continued to swallow his saliva without caring.
Unexpectedly, after teaching Liu Hongchang a lesson, Liu Lan also looked at Jia Dongsheng with a smile: "Master, the noodles with gravy you made are so delicious. Let's make another bowl of noodles with gravy for the brothers and sisters in the factory tomorrow. I also want to try the saltiness."
"You two are birds of a feather."
Jia Dongsheng rolled his eyes in annoyance and asked, "How many people in our factory come to Canteen No. 1 to eat every day?"
"There must be at least 200 people. How can I make noodles for so many people? I've been rolling the noodles by hand, and my hands must be swollen by the end."
"It's okay, Master. Look at my hands. They're still so white and tender. I'm not tired."
Liu Lan raised her hand as she spoke, but as soon as she raised her hand, she felt a sharp pain in her arm, which made her gasp for air. "You know what, this is really tiring!"
"It's tiring, making a few dozen bowls of hand-rolled noodles will only make you a little sore, but if you make hundreds of bowls..."
Jia Dongsheng didn't say anything else, but pointed at her arm, spread his hands and made a useless gesture.
But at the same time, an idea suddenly flashed through Jia Dongsheng's mind. Rolling noodles by hand is certainly tiring, but if he could get a machine to make noodles, it wouldn't be impossible, right?
A small noodle machine seems easy enough...
Jia Dongsheng fell into deep thought. In his previous life, he rarely used machines. After all, noodles made by machines had no soul at all.
But, in this day and age, it is not easy to fill your stomach, let alone your soul?
Being able to eat enough and eat well is the greatest happiness.
"I remember the noodle machine. It doesn't seem complicated to make, right?"
Just as he was about to continue thinking, Fang Zhuo walked in: "Dongsheng, what's going on? The workers have come to the cafeteria. Can we have dinner now?"
Just when he said this, he saw four large bowls on the chopping board, filled with bright yellow corn noodles, with a layer of hot pepper and shredded pork stew on top. Why did it look so appetizing?
"It's done. I'll fix it and then we can have dinner."
Jia Dongsheng's thoughts were interrupted by Fang Zhuo, so he put down the pasta machine for the time being and thought about it slowly after returning home.
Then he called Liu Hongchang to his side and said, "Hongchang, I will teach you how to stir the noodles."
"How do you mix noodles?"
Liu Hongchang was confused. Isn't it just about stirring noodles with gravy with chopsticks? How else can it be stirred besides with chopsticks?
Jia Dongsheng's words not only made Liu Hongchang confused, but also made other people in the kitchen, including Fang Zhuo, curious.
Ignoring everyone else, Jia Dongsheng came to a large white basin, grabbed one end of the basin, and shook it back and forth vigorously as if he was frying food.
The noodles and sauce originally had noodles at the bottom and sauce at the top, but after Jia Dongsheng flipped it like this, they instantly began to blend together and were no longer clearly separated.
"Hey, Dongsheng, your method is great. The sauce blends seamlessly into the noodles instantly. Hurry, take this out! The workers are starving."
Following Fang Zhuo's instructions, the kitchen staff immediately brought out the noodles. Later, in Nan Yi, Qin Huairu tried it according to Jia Dongsheng's demonstration.
Nan Yi, who had stronger hands, learned this method very easily, but Qin Huairu was a little behind.
After all, Qin Huairu had never used a small pot or flipped a spoon in her life, so she didn't learn how to do it the first time.
However, the simple action of flipping the spoon is not difficult. When stirring the last bowl of noodles, Qin Huairu was able to use it with ease.
Soon, all four bowls of noodles were served. At this moment, Fang Zhuo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This can be said to be an urgent task. If it is not completed well, the promotion in January may be wasted.
"Dongsheng, come on, go out with me."
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Fang Zhuo said to Jia Dongsheng.
"Okay."
Jia Dongsheng is a chef and actually doesn’t like to go to the front of the stage, but since Fang Zhuo asked, he couldn’t refuse.
After wiping his hands, he followed Fang Zhuo out of the kitchen and came to the front of the cafeteria.
In the cafeteria, forty or fifty people were already eating enthusiastically.
People in Northeast China are very enthusiastic. Even though people from the three provinces only know each other within their own provinces, it does not affect their communication at all at this moment.
Just like a saying that has been circulated in later generations about the three northeastern provinces, or the four northeastern provinces of Heilongjiang, Jilin, Liaoning and Inner Mongolia, other provinces seem to be divided into thirteen parts, while the Northeast has four provinces equal to one province.
As long as you leave Shanhaiguan, the four provinces become one family. When introducing yourself, you don’t say Heilongjiang, Jilin, Liaoning or Heilongjiang. You just say you are from Northeast China, and then you will say where in the Northeast you are from.
Unlike some people in southern provinces, when they talk about where they are from, they don’t even say the province, but just say the city they are from.
This can be considered a personality difference or regional difference between the north and the south.
At this time, inside the cafeteria, people from three provinces were eating and chatting enthusiastically. The atmosphere was so warm that it was unprecedented in Cafeteria No. 1.
“Eh…”
Suddenly, the door of the cafeteria was pushed open, and Li Huaide walked in first, followed by some people Jia Dongsheng didn't know. They should be the leaders of the three factories in Northeast China, otherwise they would not let Li Huaide lead the way. Yang Weimin was following behind them.
They walked and talked all the way, and had a very pleasant chat.
What made him curious was that there were about ten people in the group, and the one who was talking should be the team leader, followed by four or five other people.
Just as Jia Dongsheng was wondering why these people didn't eat with the other workers, Li Huaide saw Fang Zhuo and Jia Dongsheng and immediately walked over.
"Lao Fang, Dongsheng, this time we have a really difficult task, and we're going to entrust it to you."
Before he got close, Li Huaide's voice came over.
"What mission?" Fang Zhuo felt nervous when he heard Li Huaide say it so seriously!
Why did these things happen just before he was transferred? Couldn't they wait until he was promoted to deputy director and no longer had to worry about these things happening at the canteen of the steel mill?
"I didn't expect that among the people who came to exchange ideas this time, there was a Japanese girl!"
Perhaps because he was far enough away from Yang Weimin and others, Li Huaide was very impolite when he spoke. At the same time, two meanings could be understood from his words.
One of the people who came to communicate was a Japanese girl, and she was a woman.
The other thing is that Li Huaide really hates the Japanese.
Of course, the country was founded just over ten years ago, and there are really not many people who have a good impression of the Japanese.
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