After kneading the dough, Yang Erpang put a piece of gauze on it and put the dough into a container to warm it up with water.

"What are you going to do early?" asked Qiuli, who had been standing by and watching.

"Mantou." Yang Erpang rubbed his hands in the sink, fell down the wet surface stuck to his hands, and replied with a flattering smile: "It's all rough men, but the steamed buns are full."

The water dragon opened and he carefully rinsed his hands.

Qiuli looked at her watch and said, "Next, you can help me, I'll do it, and I'll change my tricks today."

Yang Erpang snorted coldly in his heart, but he agreed readily: "Okay."

She took out the plum blossom meat from the refrigerator, "Erpang, go and prepare the onion and ginger, and get me a small bowl of sesame seeds."

Naturally, it was too late to thaw, so she directly used the microwave.

He took out the cutting knife, took out the chopping board, cut the plum blossom meat into small pieces, then took out another cutting knife, moved his hands together, cut the meat into sticky minced meat, and placed it in an iron basin. Yang Erpang's face showed an incredible expression on his face, and quickly handed over the onion and ginger that had been prepared in his hand.

Pour the scallions into the minced meat, beat them into two eggs, then process them, crush them into minced ginger, and put them into the filling. Make a bowl of seasonings at will, and pour them onto the filling. They stir quickly clockwise.

He said with a little regret: "It's a pity that there is no meat jelly. Alas, Erpang, let's make some meat jelly today and refrigerate it for one night. I'll make Xiaolongbao tomorrow, it's delicious."

Yang Erpang's expression was dull, and he replied in a vain: "Oh, okay."

Usually, he is busy all the time in the morning. At this moment, he is so relaxed, but he is uncomfortable.

Qiuli glanced at him and decided to arrange something for him. She finally had subordinates, so it was not a waste. "The dough is ready, take it out."

Yang Erpang was excited when he heard this and quickly brought the dough out.

Qiu Li was extremely fast. He kneaded the dough he took out and exhausted it, rolled it into strips, and quickly cut it into equal sizes with a knife.

"Erpang, you can roll the noodles, the bottom is thick and the edges are thin. Today I will make a fried bread."

Yang Erpang quickly took off the rolling pin from the wall, "Okay."

For Qiuli, he changed his name from Yang Erpang to Erpang, from awkward at the beginning to a habit.

He has been a chef on the boat for some years. He has little demands on food on the boat. He is unwilling to make buns if he can make steamed buns. Over time, his cooking skills have not improved at all, and he only makes a living every day.

In addition, the chef is a hand-off manager. He is also happy to be idle, but he is always a little uncomfortable.

Somehow, seeing Qiuli take the initiative to show her cooking skills, ripples in his heart again.

Qiuli buns were very fast, and they cooperated tacitly. After a while, several rows of buns were arranged neatly on the desk.

Qiu Li’s idea is very simple. First, the chef really wants to convince people with cooking skills, especially those in the kitchen. She understood that the first time Yang Erpang looked at her expression, she looked down on her and deliberately concealed her fearful look;

Even if you look down on yourself, how can you act in the future?

Second, her skills require others to enjoy her food to grow, which is the most critical point;

As for role-playing, there is no problem with her position as the head chef.

In the big pot on the other side, the porridge was already bubbled, and the steam in the room made the corner blur hazy.

Qiu Li took out three large pans, put them on the stove, unscrewed the fire, skillfully brushed oil on the bottom of the pan, and neatly arranged the buns on them.

After frying for one minute, pour in clean water and cover.

I pressed the timer next to me and ordered a reminder for 6 minutes.

"Erpang, how long have you been in the kitchen?" she asked inadvertently.

"Three, three years have passed." Yang Erpang felt panicked and replied stammeringly.

"I'm an old employee, work hard and try to get more bonuses at the end of the year." Qiuli's art of speaking comes from her boss and chief chef in the main star. She never expected that the position that the main star lost by one vote would be realized in the game.

Yang Erpang was stunned for a moment and immediately responded: "Oh, okay."

"Well, chef, if you have anything to do in the future, just give me instructions." He looked honest and clear-headed, and immediately expressed his loyalty.

"You're not bad!"

Qiuli was satisfied and stretched out her right hand to pat her shoulder: "There is a future."

While the two of them were talking, a young woman walked in slowly outside the kitchen. Her face was pale, her hair was tucked randomly behind her head, and several strands were scattered outside, and she was listless.

When he entered the door, he didn't look at Yang Erpang. He hooked it straight from the back of the door, took a white apron, tied it around his waist, chose a rag, and started cleaning the countertop and cabinet.

"Ke Xiaofeng, our kitchen dishwasher is also responsible for cleaning." Yang Erpang explained in a low voice when he saw Qiuli looking at the door.

It is normal for Qiu Li to not know about this kind of small person, but Yang Erpang, the newly acquired dog-legged guy, is very responsible.

The "Didi" timer rang. The woman at the door subconsciously raised her head, looked for the sound and saw the chef whom she rarely saw. She was so scared that she straightened her waist in an instant: "Cheer,"

"Well, morning." Qiuli also replied politely. After all, she was a person in the cafeteria, that is, hers.

He reached out and opened the lid of the pot, and the tempting fragrance spread. Yang Erpang attached a sentence in time: "It smells so good!"

Take out the flat spatula, shovel the bottom of the fried rice, sprinkle with sesame seeds, continue to close the lid, repeat the above operation in the other two pans, and turn the timer to 6 minutes again.

"It's not going to be better yet, it'll be fragrant later."

"Didi" Qiu Li pressed the timer while pressing the extinguishing timer, uncovered the lid of the pot again, shoveled it out one by one, opened the lid, fry the bottom until browned, and in the last step, sprinkle with chopped green onion.

"It smells so good!" Yang Erpang's praise comes from the heart. Many people can cook raw food, but their taste, heat and filling are different, so they distinguish these ordinary pastries into different levels.

The fried rice pears are full, with a brown bottom and a fragrant aroma. The appearance alone is already on the upper layer.

Qiuli was too lazy to do the rest of the matter, so she returned to the room and changed back to the clothes she usually wore.

The people on the ship do not have high requirements for uniforms, and even say they have no requirements. This outfit is too formal, so it is no wonder that they look at them strangely.

Still too careless, she changed her shirt and trousers to dress up.

There are more than ten minutes before breakfast. I stand on the second floor and look at the sea. From the narrow castle world, I suddenly see this boundless sea.

For a moment, she felt a dreamlike unreality. She took a deep breath. The sea breeze blew on her face, and the air in the early morning was slightly cold, so she rubbed her hands.

Unlike the lonely sea surface last night, the sea was sparkling in the early morning, and the sea water was blue. The sunlight that had jumped out of the sea illuminated the entire platform. The ship I was in showed its full appearance under the brilliance of the morning.

The hull is painted dark green, with rust red at the bottom, and the three-story building I am in is white.

There is a towering watchtower in the front of the deck, and a group of sailors gathered there and seemed to be fishing.

"Are you interested in fishing?" A slightly smoky male voice rang behind her.

It sounded familiar to me, and she turned her head and was the first mate she had met last night.

"It seems that the harvest is good today. Look at the heavy fishing net." The eldest mate has a face with a Chinese font, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and is a square-looking middle-aged man with round hair and thick arms exposed outside.

"After eating, go see fishing?"

Qiuli felt aroused in her heart. Was he inviting herself?
Chapter completed!