Bear meat needs to be simmered over low heat, and Zhou Ziwen was busy cooking it all afternoon.

Today's main dish is of course bear stew.

Eight large iron pots were placed in a row beside the grain drying field.

A few aunts in the village were helping to light the fire. The big lumps of meat were tumbling in the juice in the big iron pot. The alluring aroma wafted in the wind and filled the entire grain drying field.

Zhou Ziwen didn't plan to cook anything, so today's dish was just one dish, a big stew in an iron pot.

It's still early and many side dishes haven't been put in yet.

Things like radishes, potatoes, green vegetables, cabbage, etc., because they ripen quickly, he plans to put them in last.

When the time comes, no matter who it is, each person will have a big bowl of bear meat to ensure they are full.

Of course, in addition to vegetables, there are also steamed buns.

But there is no need for Zhou Ziwen to make the steamed buns. All the aunts in the village are good at it.

After they make the steamed buns, they steam them directly on the iron pot without delaying the stew.

As time goes by, the aroma of the bear meat itself is also stewed.

At this time, no one in the production team branch could not swallow their saliva.

Especially the children in the village were almost crying.

Knowing that they would eat meat today, the children in the village could no longer bear it.

Just after lunch, I came to the production team to wait.

After watching for several hours, I was getting hungry.

"Brother Zhou, when will this meat be ready?"

Li Tiezhu gathered around the big iron pot, drooling with greed.

"It's coming, it's coming, you can eat when the announcer for the end of work goes off." Zhou Ziwen comforted with a smile.

"Brother Zhou, what does this bear meat taste like? Can I have a taste?" Seeing that Zhou Ziwen didn't understand what he meant, Li Tiezhu simply pointed it out.

"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 as soon as I taste it." Li Tiezhu looked at the meat in the pot eagerly.

"Haha, okay, let you try it, but each person can only taste a small piece!"

Seeing their eager looks, Zhou Ziwen stopped being amused. He picked up the spatula and fished out a few pieces of bear meat.

"Thank you, Brother Zhou."

"Brother Zhou, you are so kind."

……

Seeing the meat on the spatula, a group of little guys instantly beamed.

These little guys are also polite, and they don't forget to say thank you while taking the meat.

"Oh, delicious, delicious."

"It's so fragrant. I've never tasted such delicious meat."

"It turns out bear meat is so delicious. It would be great if I could eat bear meat every day."

……

The little guys consciously took a piece of meat one by one.

After getting the meat, everyone grabbed it and stuffed it into their mouths without caring about burning it.

As soon as they took it into their mouths, everyone suddenly narrowed their eyes in happiness.

That expression was simply more joyful than eating delicacies from the mountains and seas.

"Eat slowly, don't burn it."

Looking at their appearance, Zhou Ziwen gave instructions from the side.

But his words obviously had no effect.

At this moment, they were all too busy eating to listen to him.

"hehe!"

Seeing this, Zhou Ziwen was not angry, but sighed.

It's really hard to live in this era.

If in future generations, children of their age would be picky about the meat they eat, and would not be willing to eat it if it tastes bad.

Of course, Zhou Ziwen's cooking skills can stand the test.

For these little guys, today's piece of meat is simply the most delicious thing they have ever eaten in their lives.

Maybe many years later, they will still recall the taste of this piece of meat today.

As time went by, it was finally time to get off work.

At this time, the grain drying field began to become lively.

Everyone carried farm tools and came to the grain drying field in twos and threes.

"It tastes so good. It looks like you're in for a treat today."

"Haha, no, Zhou Zhiqing's craftsmanship is outstanding! I asked him to make the noodles for my niece's wedding before. The taste is so delicious."

"When can we eat? The smell makes me even hungrier."

"What's the rush? Just put your farm tools back first!"

……

Arriving at the grain drying field, the villagers were intoxicated by the alluring fragrance.

Some even didn't have time to return farm tools.

It’s no wonder they were there, because Zhou Ziwen’s cooking skills were so good that no one could stand the overbearing aroma.

In front of the big iron pot, there were people on three levels inside and three outside.

Everyone crowded in excitedly, wanting to see what was being done.

Fortunately, both Wu Dagang and the team leader had anticipated this situation and had come out of their offices long ago.

Under their scolding, no one dared to crowd around.

After all, there is a big iron pot in front of you. If you knock the pot over, you will be in trouble.

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 there many times, but they were 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 you eat it?"

Seeing that everyone had finished work, Wu Dagang ran over and asked.

"It's ready. You can eat at any time." Zhou Ziwen nodded with a smile.

"Then just wait for me and I'll let them go home and get their bowls."

Wu Dagang spoke hurriedly.

The production team does not have so many bowls and chopsticks. If everyone wants to eat, they can only bring bowls and chopsticks from home.

Soon, the announcement in the production team rang again.

"Dinner is about to start. Let's go home, bring your own dishes and chopsticks, and gather at the grain drying farm."

"Everyone must abide by the rules and line up to eat meat, one bowl per person..."

Wu Dagang's voice came from the radio.

Hearing this, the people who were still drying grain in the field immediately reacted and hurried home one by one without missing a beat.

At this time, some smart people began to feel proud.

They had long known that the production team had no bowls, so they all returned home early.

When Wu Dagang's announcement rang, they were already carrying bowls and on their way to the grain drying field.

"Ziwen, we're going back to get the bowls too."

Chen Shiying also heard the broadcast and hurriedly said to Zhou Ziwen.

"Sister Shiying, I'd better go back and get it. You just wait here."

Zhou Chaoyang on the side said.

"Go, go, we'll wait for you." Shen Zhaodi urged.

"Haha, don't worry, as long as I'm here, can I save you food?"

Zhou Ziwen said with a smile.

As a chef, he must take care of his own people.

Besides, this meat comes from him, so just jumping in line is nothing.

Even if the villagers saw Chen Qiaoyi and the others lining up honestly, they would probably have some objections.

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 smiled, squeezed out of the crowd with nimble hands and feet, and then ran home quickly.

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