Contracting canteens in the future

The next day, after nine o'clock.

"Morning, boss." Lao Meng came on the snow with his son who didn't want to get up early, and met Rong Yi who came down from the stairs at the entrance of the cafeteria. Seeing the satisfaction on the boss's face, something good must have happened.

Rong Yi smiled brightly and walked briskly, "Morning, Lao Meng. Good morning, Xiaoxiao."

Xiaoxiao, who was wearing thick clothes, had trouble moving, and didn't want to get up, waved her hand sullenly, "Morning, Uncle Rong."

"Who made the snowman, it's so cute, haha." Rong Yi laughed, the smile on the corners of his eyes and brows couldn't be stopped, "Let's go, let's go to the cafeteria to see what's delicious for breakfast."

Lao Meng glanced at the "snowman" outside the window of the cafeteria. It was probably a snowman. He looked up at the roof. There was too much snow on the roof, which he couldn't bear. There is a pile of snowdrift half a person's height. I don't know who stuck a triangular stone on it as a nose, and I don't know who put two eyes on it with muddy hands. "Snowman" has an extra weird picture The face, at first glance, is quite scary.

As usual, Rong Yi must have asked someone to clear this pile of snow.

Lao Meng muttered, "... What good thing happened to the boss?"

"Dad, it's cold." Xiaoxiao patted her father dissatisfied.

Lao Meng came to his senses and followed Rong Yi into the cafeteria, "Boss, what are you having for breakfast today?"

It's okay to have breakfast at nine o'clock, although it's not early or late, and I still can't eat too much, what should I do if I eat too much lunch?

Rong Yi smiled and said, "I don't know."

Lao Meng, "..."

I just feel that the boss is weird today, and I can't find the reason for the strangeness.

"Xiao Huang, what did you have for breakfast today?" Rong Yi sat down against the bar, propped his chin and asked Huang Yanbin what he made for breakfast today.

In the past, either he had agreed the night before, or he would make arrangements in the morning. Today... Well, for some reason, Rong Yi just sent a message to Huang Yanbin when he woke up in the morning, asking him to arrange breakfast by himself. Firstly, he can dodge his laziness and steal half a day's leisure, and secondly, it is the master's test for the apprentice.

Huang Yanbin made his own paper for the first time, a closed-book exam without the content of the teacher. Now facing the master's question, he was nervous and looking forward to it. I also made pretzels and sprinkled white sesame seeds on them. I also cooked a pot of porridge, and those who don’t want to eat rice noodles can have porridge and pancakes.”

"Do so much?" The breakfast prepared by Rong Yi is so simple and straightforward. Either a pot of buns and rice porridge, pies and soy milk, or simple noodles with a topping.

Huang Yanbin grinned and smiled obediently. He was so big and so old. When facing a master who was similar to him, he never felt that he was about the same age as Rong Yi. On the contrary, when the master taught people, he There is an illusion that the master is an elderly and high-ranking person.Today is the first time he decides by himself, so Huang Yanbin cooks a few more and behaves well in front of his master. It's time for kitchen killers to learn a cold dish.

"Give me a bowl of rice noodles. The ones with assorted vegetables are directly covered on the rice noodles, and the ones with pickled vegetables and meat are placed in a small plate. Come with a corner of pretzels and a bowl of rice soup." Rong Yi intends to test his apprentice's skills.

"Hey." Huang Yanbin happily responded, as excited as a 150-jin child, who was almost jumping up and down to make food for Master.

The rice noodles are thin, and the rice noodles made of the fresh rice found have a sweet fragrance. Because the rice used is good, and because of repeated beating, the rice noodles will not be cooked for a long time, and the taste is still slightly tough. Lettuce, carrots The vegetarian toppings made of , fungus, and winter bamboo shoots taste as fresh as eating meat.Su Zhixian has a natural and pure taste that cannot be compared with meat. Taking a bite, it is like bathing in the spring rain, sitting in the shade of summer trees, or reaching into the clear and cool stream.

Eat a meal of this vegetarian assorted rice noodles in the morning to start a full and fulfilling day.

"good."

Rong Yi nodded, he was never a teacher who was stingy with praise.

Huang Yanbin watched the teacher put his chopsticks into shredded pickled pork with anticipation and anxiety. He observed the teacher's expression without missing any changes.The teacher's brows seemed to move, the eyebrows seemed to be closer to the middle, the arcs of the corners of the eyes became smaller, and the corners of the raised mouth were pressed down by 01mm... Huang Yanbin's heart beat faster, and he had many bad thoughts in his mind. I'm done peeling [-] more potatoes, and I'll make fried shredded potatoes, braised potato cubes, fried potato slices, stewed potato rice, steamed small potatoes with pepper and salt for everyone for several days... just thinking about it, yellow Yan Bin felt his fingers twitch, and his appetite was a little uncomfortable.

After all, Rong Yi is a very strict teacher.

After a while, Rong Yi said, "It's okay, it's okay, but there are some things that need improvement. Soak the pickled cabbage for a while, it's too salty; use pure lean meat for the meat, the fried minced meat tastes too bad , Meat without fat is not tasty, just like dry chewing old cotton wool; pickled cabbage is salty, you also add more salt, it is convenient to buy salt, but you should not add it casually, even if it is added to rice noodles, eat this alone You also have to drink water constantly. By the way, you should pay attention to the heat and time when frying the minced meat, and don’t blindly pursue the grainy texture of the minced meat.”

Huang Yanbin’s heart is like riding a roller coaster, when he hears “it’s okay, what he’s doing is okay”, he flies into the sky, he’s so excited that he’s about to fly, but he quickly falls into the bottom of the valley , but also down again and again.

Huang Yanbin drooped his head, and everyone passing by gave them sympathetic looks—what a miserable apprentice.

After Rong Yi finished talking about shredded pork with pickled vegetables, he went to get the triangular pancakes. The fluffy dough pancakes were made in several layers. They tasted like salt and pepper, with white sesame seeds on the surface, and the side next to the electric baking pan was slightly burnt.

"Triangle pancakes, help me make them one by one." Rong Yi knew everything.

Huang Yanbin smiled flatteringly, "I can't hide anything from Master."

"Yiyi is really suitable for Bai's case, what about others?"

"Someone sent a spice. He said he had never seen it before, and he wanted to study it. One by one is doing some processing in the warehouse at the back, saying that he hopes to find ingredients to match it."

Mei Yiyi has a good nose, and the smells she smells can be remembered in her brain, making it hard to forget.

He can also find the right combination through the taste, and find the best combination. For example, when cooking meat, he only needs to smell it to know whether the pot of meat is cooked properly.

There was a smile on Rong Yi's face, "The results of the independent production are quite good, there is no need to be too nervous, and there is no need to feel that what I do is not good, I just have higher requirements."

"Understood, Master." Huang Yanbin scratched his head, he was spurning himself, and after receiving Master's relief, he felt that life was full of sunshine again, and he was full of energy.

"Go peel a hundred potatoes."

Huang Yanbin, "...Okay, Master."

Too early to be happy, woo woo woo.

Why are so many people sending potatoes over!Yellow-skinned potatoes, red-skinned potatoes, yellow-hearted ones, red-hearted ones, the big ones are as big as two palms, and the small ones are only as big as quails. The mountains of potatoes are enough for Huang Yanbin to peel for several months!There is no escape from training, only endless potatoes.

After Rong Yi finished his breakfast, he walked into the kitchen, walked through the kitchen to the warehouse, and soon after entering the warehouse, he smelled a strong pungent smell, bypassing the mountains of potatoes, he saw Mei Yi who was hard at work One, the small and thin figure from the back looked full of energy, scratching a piece of wood hummingly, and the smell came from the wood.Mei Yiyi took a knife and scraped off the wood powder. The powder was yellowish brown, like a pile of old flour that had been stored for too long, which proved that the wood had a high starch content.

Rong Yi stepped harder on purpose, and then called out, "Yi Yi."

Mei Yiyi had already noticed the footsteps and was not frightened, "Boss."

He stood up cautiously, holding a small knife in his hand, and there were traces of yellow powder on his face and knees. Under Rong Yi's eyes, he became a little embarrassed, like a child who did something wrong. Put hands and feet everywhere.

Rong Yi smiled kindly, "Why are you always so nervous?"

Mei Yi whispered, "I, my personality, one, I can't change it all at once."

After finishing speaking, he breathed out a little to relieve the tension of meeting the teacher alone.He regards Rong Yi as a teacher, and he always secretly calls Master Rong Yi in his heart, just like Huang Yanbin, but he is inferior to his identity as a thief, and he is thankful that he can be taken in by the teacher in the cafeteria in such a shady past , I dare not expect to be the boss's apprentice.

Rong Yi said gently, "What are you doing?"

He teaches students in accordance with their aptitude, and his attitude is very different for different students.

Speaking of the new taste, Mei Yiyi glowed brightly, "A guest sent some wood, saying that the starch content is very high, and rice can be washed out. I found one of them had a strange smell, and I never had it before. I’ve smelled it, I’ve tested it, it’s non-toxic, and the smell of scraping off the powder is stronger, I think it can be used as a kind of spice, and it should taste good with meat.”

"This flavor is curry."

"Curry?" Mei frowned one by one. He knew that there were several kinds of curry on the market, such as yellow curry, green curry and so on.Those foods are too expensive, and he can't afford to buy or eat even cheap nutritional supplements and creams, so he really doesn't know what curry tastes like.

Mei Yiyi sighed a little, he thought he had found a new taste, but it turned out that the taste already existed, but he didn't know it.

Rong Yi squatted down, squeezed a little powder into his hands and rubbed it, "This can be said to be natural curry powder, just like the ready-made curry cubes, scrape a little more, and you can eat meat curry at noon."

It happened that Huang Yanbin peeled potatoes, cut them into cubes, made chicken thigh curry with diced chicken, onion cubes, and carrot cubes, poured them on the rice, served with two or three blanched broccoli, and put a half-cut soup Heart eggs, and finally a bowl of winter melon and edamame soup.

An easy and delicious meal turned up.

"It is a craft that many people can master." Rong Yi said.

Mei Yiyi carefully remembered that he didn't have many opportunities to touch the stove, so every time Rong Yi taught Huang Yanbin, he always listened silently and cooked in his mind.

Having decided on lunch, Rong Yi looked at the other wood that was sent, and was delighted to see it. These are not considered wood, but the pith of the West Valley coconut tree. Starch can be obtained after soaking, sedimentation, and drying. Further production will be able to get sago.

Sago, what a dessert.

Mango sago dew, poplar nectar, and crystal rice dumpling automatically appeared in Rong Yi's mind... Ulysses must like it.

"Who brought it?"

It is necessary for Rong Yi to establish a long-term supply relationship with this talent. He really likes adding sago to various sweet soups, such as red bean soup, sago dew|milk tea...

"It's Zhang Weiyi."

Rong Yi raised his eyebrows, "He has only come here for a day, and he has touched the way of life of Berland?"

"He said that Mizusawa led him to find it." Mei Yiyi didn't know the complicated process.

Rong Yi rubbed his chin, "Then tell Zhang Wei, we have been buying the pith part of Xigu coconut tree for a long time."

Mei Yiyi, "Okay, boss."

Rong Yi was about to get Simi, and his good mood reached a new height. He and Mei Yiyi talked and walked out. Outside, Huang Yanbin had already prepared what he needed—milk, rice, eggs, flour, butter, Sugar, Baking Powder and Maple Syrup.

He's going to make milk porridge and maple muffins.

It's ready, of course it's for Ulysses.

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