Chapter 10 The Bad Wife in the 1950s (10)

Zhu Yun put a pancake on the edge of the pot, cooked a can of rice porridge, and ate an apple after the meal. It really had both meat and vegetables, staple food, fruits, porridge and vegetables, and it was a happy little life.

After the meal, she baked prune and vegetable pancakes. The fillings were freshened with chicken essence, the tops of the pancakes were topped with crispy sesame seeds, and a layer of slightly spicy bean paste was applied on the back. Even after the meal, she couldn't help but eat them.

one.

At this moment, smoke was just beginning to come out of the neighbor's chimney. Zhu Yun smiled and handed Mrs. Tan a small basket of cakes across the wall. There were about twelve cakes, which were similar to the pot helmets of later generations. Although they were big, they were very thin.

"Sister-in-law, I just exchanged apples for a basket of dried vegetables, and only put in some chicken soup. There isn't much here, so you can't shirk it."

Sister-in-law Tan was not polite. After taking it, she poured the cake out, filled half a pot of radish and pickles, and pushed it back: "Homemade pickled vegetables. The men and children in the family like to eat them. We drink them with porridge in the morning and evening."

Zhu Yun took it and talked about sending things to the neighbors.

After having dinner, Sister-in-law Tan left the pots and pans to her daughter to wash, and took Zhu Yun for a walk with great enthusiasm.

The taste and texture of the Umeboshi Pancake are very good, and it is completely suitable for opening a shop. It is loved by adults and children. When they heard that she was going to work in the cafeteria, they all expressed their expectation that she could take the spoon.

Although Zhu Yun had just moved here, most of the people living in this area were family members of the factory. They usually fetched food, worked, and picked up their children. They still had contact with the family compound, and some people recognized her and heard her name.

So in just one day, she arranged marriages, stayed home after divorce, controlled heaven and earth, kept her hands and feet unclean, opened her mouth widely, and so on, and so on, things about her had already spread.

Some people sympathized, some were jealous, and some were gloating about his misfortune. However, when they met formally for the first time, everyone still smiled and accepted the cakes, and gave some gifts in return.

Zhu Yun had a strong idea in mind, and after walking around, she had a general understanding of the surrounding environment.

Anyway, she is a big-hearted person. As long as she is happy and at ease, she never cares about what others think of her. She lives a life that is so open and so open that it makes her heart feel cold!

Carrying the kettle and bag, Zhu Yun went to the canteen again.

Today, all the chefs who submitted their applications have come. There are fifteen in total, competing for eight positions. The ratio is almost 1:2, which is the largest ratio among all positions.

Compared with warehouse managers, kitchen helpers and other unskilled positions, a dozen of them are much better than one!

These days, the masters who hold the spoons all learned from the master little by little as apprentices, or they have a very deep family inheritance, and due to the lack of materials, they cannot let go of practice, and there are not many who can learn to be independent.

In particular, the requirements for chefs in the First Canteen have been raised to a higher level. Not only are their skills good, but they must also have a few specialty dishes to impress foreign guests and leaders.

With so many conditions stuck, there are very few people who dare to sign up for cooking with confidence and go straight to cooking.

Among the fifteen, except Zhu Yun, there was only one woman, but they all looked very rich, and they looked like chefs at first glance.

She is the only one who looks better, she is dark and thin, like a fat white steamed bun mixed with a thin steamed bun...

Director Wang attaches great importance to this selection competition. Whether the canteen is running well or not, the chef is the helmsman, and the craftsmanship is the first priority. There is no room for carelessness.

He invited several leaders in the office building to serve as judges.

There are six windows on the first floor, and each window is equipped with a set of kitchen utensils and stoves, which means that six players can compete at the same time.

Director Wang gave them a very serious lecture: "The leaders will come over to review together later. No matter how you got in, as long as your skills pass the test, you can take the spoon."

"If your skills are not as good as others, you don't have to ask anyone to tell me. You can either follow the instructions or leave with the information."

"The topic this time is very simple. It is to use the available ingredients to make two meat, two vegetables, one staple food and one porridge. Compete in the order indicated. You guys should think about it first. When the judges are here, we will start!"

The guys were so confident that they rolled up their sleeves and wanted to have a big fight to prove their excellent cooking skills.

Zhu Yun followed everyone to the kitchen. The weather had just turned warm in early spring, and there were not many vegetables available. After a few glances, she had already decided on the menu.

It is said that spring is sleepy and autumn is sleepy. Anyway, she was the third batch. When sleepiness set in, Zhu Yun directly found a chair and sat down. She asked Teletubbies to set a table and fell asleep against the wall.

Everyone glanced at her and couldn't help but gasp. How big is this person's heart? He can still sleep at a critical moment in life!

Amidst the noisy sound, Zhu Yun slept very contentedly. She opened her eyes and moved her body slightly. It was her turn to be in the batch.

The only woman was feeling uneasy. She had something wrong with her. She was nervous and wanted to talk to someone.

So she stood in front of Zhu Yun, clasping her hands and saying: "I am sixth, and there are eight chefs in total. If there are three more chefs in this batch of five, I will be squeezed out."

Already."

"Hey, how can these people be so good? They can either use knives to clean the floor, or they can carve flowers into radish, or they can do acrobatics like cooking..."

"Hey, the top two can go upstairs and cook small pot dishes. The benefits are very good, 20 to 30% more than those downstairs! I'm very satisfied if I can stay, and I'm not greedy for the rest."

"But those at the front took advantage. The judges came hungry, and everything they ate tasted delicious. When we arrived at your place, they were almost done eating. I guess even the delicacies were just like chewing wax."

She almost made up for the excitement that Zhu Yun missed.

There was a sense of certainty in the woman's words, and she obviously felt that except for Zhu Yun, it was impossible for three of the other four to surpass her in craftsmanship at the same time.

Zhu Yun smiled and patted her shoulder, "Sister, I will definitely occupy a spot. So, it's a little bit uncertain for you to become a chef."

The woman's eyes widened. She didn't know how this girl could be so confident. She moved to the side and said nothing.

After the people in front of her had packed up, Zhu Yun took off her coat, took out sleeves, a mask and a hat from her bag. She dressed neatly and washed her hands before coming over.

She casually glanced outside and saw Wang Xianbing, who looked solemn and solemn as if he were facing a formidable enemy. Next to him was the little fresh meat he had just met in the morning.

There is a tall and strong male protagonist, but the young man is still fair and cool, sitting upright, and is in the limelight!

Withdrawing her gaze, Zhu Yun began to work.

She didn't show off to others, and she also cooked a very mediocre meal.

Toon sprouts mixed with tofu, dry pot cabbage, sweet and sour pork loin, boiled meat, the staple food is shepherd's purse meat dumplings and fennel meat dumplings, and the porridge is millet porridge.

The judges all tasted it briefly and stopped. After eating a piece, they smashed it into their mouths and then bowed their heads to give points.

When we arrived at Zhu Yun's place, the food was brightly colored, with no radish blossoms, and no attention to presentation, but it gave people the comfort of a home-cooked meal. Maybe this was the last meal, and as a judge, the tense strings suddenly broke.
Chapter completed!