Almighty substitute teacher

Chapter 65

"Well, I know you're busy today, and I know you're worried about the children. Didn't you come here specially to help you with the class?"

In fact, sometimes no language is needed, as long as the eyes meet each other, you can understand each other's mind.

Yang Zhengdong smiled and his whole heart was warm. It feels really good to be thought of by someone, and I really want to never be lonely again.

The two stood in front of the desk, and Yang Zhengdong explained today's class arrangement and the practice questions prepared in advance to Sun Yuanyuan one by one. This scene was ordinary but warm.

When Widow Qin came, seeing the appearance of the two of them, she couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, hiding outside the door and beckoning to the child lightly, so as not to disturb the two who were serious about handing over by making a sound.

After Yang Zhengdong left, Widow Qin sneaked out. Seeing Widow Qin, Sun Yuanyuan couldn't help but blushed. Sister-in-law Qin must have seen it, maybe the whole village will know about it tomorrow.

"sister in law……"

Sun Yuanyuan greeted shyly.

"Yuanyuan, I just came here and I didn't see anything..."

Widow Qin smiled and waved her hands, but her expression had already betrayed her.

"Ah! Sister-in-law..."

"Haha, Yuanyuan, my sister-in-law supports you. You must know that a boy like Zhengdong must have great promise. You must hold on tightly. The young people of our Mengxi village can't take advantage of others. If you want to say sister-in-law Definitely support you!"

Widow Qin pointed out the matter directly with a smile, and whispered to her secretly behind the students' backs.

"Sister-in-law, we haven't..."

"My sister-in-law didn't say what you guys have! You don't have to be sneaky about who you are talking about. Thinking about your damn brother going to our village in [-], in order to get to know me, he threw stones at my window..."

Sun Yuanyuan's cheeks fluttered, but she listened seriously with a smile on her face.

Here Yang Zhengdong has already arrived at the old courtyard, and the paper maker who woke up early has brought all kinds of vehicles, horses and buildings for grave visits, and neighbors also sent yellow paper joss sticks, and the whole courtyard was buzzing with people.

Yang Zhengdong also started to prepare lunch, and Sansha also came to help early in the morning. After all, he was Yang Zhengdong's apprentice, so he had to show off, right?
However, they were assigned to do firework, and the three of them were covered in sweat on a hot day, especially their generous faces, which were already black and blackened by the smoke.

Seeing Yang Zhengdong by the side, they didn't dare to be lazy, knowing that the devil training these days really made them see the severity of their little master!

Wang Dong is also in the catering business, and was arranged by Yang Zhengdong to be his assistant, and everyone else should start the fire and process the ingredients.

After nine o'clock in the morning, relatives began to arrive, and a string of firecrackers began to sound. Each time a whip was fired, it represented a family of relatives.

These are all old relatives of the Yang family, who live in several nearby villages, and the banquet is mainly prepared for them.

After ten o'clock, basically everyone arrived, and Yang Zhengdong also stewed chicken, duck, knuckle and fish for Wang Dong and others to watch, and then went to the grave with his relatives.

Going to the grave is actually relatively simple, just burn a piece of paper, have a memory of the old man, and let the old man not worry about things in the world.

As a direct daughter, Yang Gaizhi didn't come back for nearly 30 years, so she fainted several times crying on her parents' grave.

Fortunately, there are many relatives and friends, and they tried their best to persuade her to stop her grief.

Uncle Yang led the two children, and imitated the way of the villagers, and kowtowed on the old man's grave a few times, which was considered to be a son-in-law's etiquette.

Yang Zhengdong returned to the old courtyard ahead of time and built a simple shed. The tables, chairs and benches were all set up in the courtyard, and the aroma of the food wafted far away.

When Yang Zhengdong came over, Wang Dong waited for the helpers to come over. The dishes were washed and chopped, and the first thing he got was four cold dishes.

"Fatty, watch carefully when I'm doing it, count as much as you can remember, and I'll teach you when I have time!"

Yang Zhengdong washed his hands and stood in front of the console and said.

"Yeah. No problem!"

Wang Dong quickly agreed that he wanted to work in the catering business, so he had longed for cooking.

"First make lotus root slices in ginger juice. The most important thing is to soak the lotus root in water in advance. I have already explained the specific method yesterday. When mixing vegetables..."

While Yang Zhengdong was talking, he poured the sliced ​​lotus root into a large basin with a diameter of more than one meter, and then sprinkled onion, ginger, and various seasonings in an orderly and rapid manner. Later, Yang Zhengdong used a small shovel After mixing it, and finally holding the big pot with both arms and turning it over a few times, a cold dish is finished.

"Next is the cucumber zest..."

Yang Zhengdong quickly put the washed cucumbers on the operating table, a kitchen knife flew, and the cucumbers were cut into equal lengths in his hands, and then various ingredients were added, and a pot of cucumber peeling was ready again.

"Then there is cold pork liver..."

"The following dish is sauced beef..."

In less than 10 minutes, the four cold dishes, two meat and two vegetarian dishes are ready, and they can be served directly on the table as long as they are served on a plate.

Yang Zhengdong showed them how to arrange the plates again. He seemingly casually added coriander, shredded green peppers, and shredded radish, and it became a plate of art. The people watching were stunned.

"Following are four hot dishes, the first is Mushu meat..."

"This is Shredded Duck with Beijing Sauce..."

"This is braised pork..."

"This is a lion's head..."

Yang Zhengdong brought four big pots at the same time, some were stir-fried and some were stewed, but no matter how the recipe changed, Yang Zhengdong operated it methodically and explained it very carefully.

What surprised them the most was that this time the recipe was not a common recipe for rice noodles in the countryside. It was the first time they had seen Mushu pork, shredded pork with Beijing sauce, and lion head.

But on a rural mat, I don’t know why it feels so appropriate!Because the rice noodles in the countryside are heavy on meat and light on vegetables, it is best to have big fish and big meat, so as to conform to the style of rural people.

These dishes fully cater to the preferences of the rural people, and show the beauty of the food very well, especially the combination of Mushu meat, eggs, meat, fungus, carrots, garlic moss, cucumber, etc. How about putting it on a plate? It looks good.

The same goes for shredded duck with Beijing sauce. After the duck is stir-fried, it is placed on a plate with shredded green onions, shredded cucumbers, shredded beans, shredded chili peppers, and miso. .

"Zhengdong, why haven't you heard of these dishes before?"

Wang Dong asked the question that everyone wanted to know.

"I've been thinking about these few dishes, how much do you remember?"

Now Yang Zhengdong is used to copying, and his face is much thicker. He directly puts the "sovereignty" of these dishes on him, and saves the need to make up stories to explain.

"Huh? One-third, maybe one-fifth!"

Wang Dong said embarrassedly.

"It's not bad. Take a good look. The dishes in the back are all prepared in advance. The main thing is to take them out and put them on the plate. The relatives have come back and prepared the table. Ask the old branch secretary and serve the dishes if there is no problem. The next few Dishes, let's make them later!"

After Wang Hao listened to Yang Zhengdong's instructions, he ran to find his grandfather. After getting a positive answer, a group of young men copied trays and started delivering food.

The cold dishes are appetizers, first four cold dishes, and then four hot dishes, which are served on the table like flowing water.

The relatives naturally moved their chopsticks after being courteous. After the first bite of lotus root slices, almost everyone at the table stopped their chopsticks subconsciously and looked at each other. Only children shouted that it was delicious.

"The level of the chef this time is not low!"

An elderly man swallowed the sliced ​​lotus root in his mouth, and then spoke.

"That's right, Uncle San, this is the best appetizer I've ever eaten. It doesn't feel like it was made by [Big Fire], he's not at that level yet!"

"That's right, this dish is really delicious, you guys try this cucumber peel, I've never eaten such delicious rice noodles!"

"Then I'll try it too!"

"........."

There were praises everywhere, Wang Hao and the others were running hard to serve the food.

When the hot dishes were on the table, these people didn't even care about the compliments, they just put down their chopsticks to eat the dishes. The fresh dishes were paired with the delicious taste, for fear of missing a bite, they would find that the plate was emptied.

Normally, the men's tables at banquets are usually eaten and drank. Today's situation is completely unexpected. Regardless of the men's table or the women's table, they are all rushing to eat, and no one mentions drinking.

When Yang Jianguo and the old branch secretary were going around to offer cigarettes, they found that everyone was eating, and they were stunned for a while.

"Seventh brother, Jianguo, the chef hired today is not bad. The taste of these dishes is absolutely amazing. It shouldn't be made by [Big Fire], right? He's not at this level yet!"

The old man who praised the delicious food at the beginning asked the old party secretary and Yang Jianguo, the beard on his chin was still sticking to the sauce, and he felt a special sense of joy.

"No, I won't cook the big fire this time. It's Zhengdong's own chef, the kid from Jianjun's family. Is this dish delicious?"

The old party secretary replied suspiciously that this situation is a bit beyond his understanding of rural seats in these years.

"It's okay? It's really good! This restaurant can't keep up with it, it's so delicious!"

A man in his thirties said with a smile and gestured his thumb.

"Zhengdong? Isn't this kid a teacher? Can he still cook?"

the old man asked in surprise.

"Yes, this kid is good at cooking, but there is no one available, so he will take care of it!"

"Sure enough, he is an educated person. He is better than others when he is a cook. I have to go and have a look later!"

"Okay, I'll accompany you later!"

After a while, everyone basically knew that Yang Zhengdong was the chef this time, and those female relatives, especially those with children, began to criticize their own children who kept stuffing things into their mouths.

"Look, I said it's important to learn culture well, right? Zhengdong is good at learning since he was a child, and now he even cooks so deliciously!"

"That's right, you have to remember, go to school hard, you won't be able to pass the college entrance examination, even if you are a cook, you won't starve to death!"

"Don't just eat, you two, did you hear what everyone said? You should study hard, you know? Just like your Uncle Zhengdong, you are learned, and you can be a chef when you grow up!"

"…………"

A group of children nodded vigorously while eating. As for whether they heard it in their ears, then...it depends on God's will!
Yang Zhengdong didn't know yet, because of one meeting, he became the child of someone else's family that everyone said.

Now I am teaching Wang Dong and the others while cooking in the back kitchen. Of the thirteen dishes, there is only the last one left - braised fish.

Just as he was instructing to fill the fish out, several old people followed the old branch secretary and Yang Jianguo and the others.

"Zhengdong, it really is you who are the chef, the boy is capable!"

The old man saw that Yang Zhengdong was skillfully handling the braised fish, and a group of people were cooking in an orderly manner, so he couldn't help but gave a thumbs up and said.

(End of this chapter)