( ) Mao Shisan has been on the Haitian for many days. Although he has been sailing on the ship in darkness, he doesn’t know where he is. When he first boarded the ship, he asked questions and was locked in the cabin for a few days. Later, he didn’t know where he was.
When I docked, I was scrubbed with hot water several times, my head was shaved, I was put on an old uniform, and I was finally able to go out and move around freely.
He secretly asked his only acquaintance Fu Ji, the young man of average age who had taken care of him when he was unconscious, if this was what the soldiers often called "purification". Fu Ji said no, purification requires breaking one's buttocks and drinking potion. He
What he received was only a preliminary cleaning. At least there were no fleas or lice, so he no longer had to be kept in a small cabin. However, he still had to eat alone in a small cabin every day. After eating, the wooden tableware was thrown directly into the sea.
Some places are still not allowed to enter. Fu Ji told him that when he has more rest time next time, the hygienist on the ship will give him a thorough purification
A few days later, the Haitian took a "big break" on a small island, replenishing fresh water and cleaning up. Mao Shisan finally tasted the taste of "purification". He took off his clothes and broke off his buttocks, and the hygienist gave him a drink.
The medicine caused him to have diarrhea for two days, which made him almost unable to stand up. When he almost thought he was about to burp, the hygienist gave him another medicine, and everything became normal again. His range of activities also expanded to the whole body.
You can also use the tableware on the boat when eating.
Mao Shisan has completely fallen in love with this boat where he can have food and clothing, and it is best to stay on the boat for the rest of his life. Although Fu Ji has always boasted that Lingao will be heaven, but he does not believe that there can be a happier place than this.
I heard from my adoptive father that the generals in Dongjiang Town, even as old as Mao Shuai and Huang Shuai now, only eat two meals. But the people on the ship eat three meals! Mao Shisan thought they must be the emperor or the prime minister or something like that.
Only a person can have three meals, right? But here, even an outsider like him can have three meals! In order to live in this three-meal paradise for a long time, his simple thinking told himself that to make progress, he must be active
Express yourself and work hard voluntarily, helping the sailors to trim the sails and cables, break the ice, wipe the deck, and wash the gun barrels. But they are often declined by the person involved after only a few jobs. They say that it is a full-time job and does not require anyone else to intervene -
―Besides, there are some things that I have never practiced and learned, and I really don’t know how to do them.
In the end, he found a place in the kitchen. There were only two people in the Haitian's kitchen, Fat Chef and Fu Ji, plus a black and white tabby cat named Oscar. They were busy all day preparing meals for people No. 70 and 80, so he was very welcome.
There were many helpers. So Mao Shisan became a helper in the kitchen - to be precise, Fu Ji's helper. He began his career as a kitchen helper.
"Follow the leader and wait for the blessings." This would be Fu Ji's first words when he welcomed him as a helper.
The chef and Fu Ji originally spoke an incomprehensible "Nanman dialect". Fortunately, they could speak "Newspeak" - the "Mandarin" of the Tai O people - and everyone on the ship could speak it and bring out their respective hometowns.
The "Newspeak" accent, this Tai'ao Mandarin sounds quite similar to his Liaodong Mandarin, so both of them can understand each other.
Young people like Mao Shisan grew up in poverty and cold. If he had any dream, it would be to have a full meal and a warm place to sleep. If someone told him that all these things can be achieved, that would be heaven.
Already.
If there is a paradise, it must be the Haitian. If there is a paradise in heaven, it must be the kitchen of the Haitian.
Mao Shisan couldn't say such profound words at all, but if you could tell him the general idea, he would definitely agree with both hands and feet. He almost froze to death and found that after boarding the ship, he came to a place that he had never dreamed of.
In a perfect world, apart from the absence of his only relative, his adoptive father, no flaws can be found.
The kitchen on the Haitian is not big, with a four-burner stove that actually burns lump coal with many holes. The stove has many uses, and Mao Shisan still doesn’t fully understand it. Most of the kitchen utensils are made of steel, and
Mao Shisan had never seen anything like it in his life. There were flat and square oil pans, and there were soup pots as tall and deep as pillars. There was also a small kitchen in the kitchen, equipped with a small stove, where the chief's orderlies cooked.
It is usually locked as soon as you leave, which is very mysterious. Although there is a roaring engine room behind the kitchen, Mao Shisan still guards this small and warm place all day long, unwilling to leave.
The people in the kitchen are also very kind. Whenever the fat chef is not busy, he sits at the door and chews tobacco. Instead of teasing the cat and chatting with the two and a half-year-olds, the young and mature Fu Ji is an enthusiastic and reliable partner, although he is not much older than him.
, and he is good at cooking and often gives him advice on what to do.
The ship's kitchen is open 24 hours a day, and food is always cooking on the stove. Because the sailors work according to a four-hour shift. Navigating in cold seas consumes a lot of money, so they must ensure that every shift can eat on time.
To heat meals, both the chef and the two helpers in the kitchen had to take turns sleeping. It was ensured that someone was awake at all times to prepare meals for the sailors.
However, after docking at Duozhi Island, because it was a "small break", the kitchen did not need to be so nervous - the Haitian was changed to two shifts a day, and their cooking was reduced to three meals a day plus one in the middle of the night.
A night meal.
Early in the morning, before dawn, the two and a half young men were woken up by the fat chef. Sleepily, they opened the air door, cleaned the soot, cleaned the kitchen, and turned on the gas lamp. The rice porridge that had been boiled all night in the soup pot made a loud splash.
The chef is putting multi-grain steamed buns into the steamer. The steamed buns are made from a gray mixed noodle with unknown ingredients. It’s hard to swallow if you eat it dry. You have to pair it with a red sauce that feels like it’s burning when you eat it.
Go down. This thing was so spicy that Mao Shisan started to drink water. After a while, he felt that he couldn't eat it without applying some "hot sauce".
The rice porridge is mixed with various grains, and today I added sweet potatoes cut into small pieces. According to the regulations, it is required to change every seven days: sweet potatoes, potatoes, sorghum, millet, mung beans... all kinds of grains come in turn. Fu Ji said this
You won't get "beriberi".
At 5:30 in the morning, the soldiers who had tidied up their housekeeping and prepared to go on duty were chatting and laughing as they walked into the kitchen and lined up at the window to receive meals. The Haitian was not large in tonnage and did not have a special restaurant for soldiers. They could only receive meals and then go to the cabin or deck.
Go up and eat. Fu Ji is responsible for filling each person's enamel lunch box with two spoons of rice porridge, while Mao Shisan is responsible for scooping kimchi and half a salted egg on the lid of the lunch box - the salted egg is cut lengthwise in the shell, it is said that this
The distribution of egg white and yolk is the most even. The soldiers themselves go to the basket to get the steamed buns - eat as many as they like.
The swaying gas lamps were surrounded by steaming mist, and the vague sounds of chewing and laughing always made Mao Shisan feel like he was dreaming.
The soldiers on the day shift who had finished breakfast had just left, and the sentries on the midnight shift also came down to eat, covered in frost and snow. While the food was being distributed, an orderly wearing a white apron and preparing to make breakfast came over and asked, "Why haven't you got any eggs yet?"
Come?"
The fat chef bowed and smiled and said he would come as soon as possible. He turned around and shouted: "Thirteen, go quickly and bring up the chief's eggs." Mao Thirteen hurriedly put down his chopsticks, picked up the gas lantern and opened the cabin on the lower deck.
The cover was drilled in.
After leaving the warm kitchen, a burst of damp and moldy cold air hit his face. Mao Shisan shuddered and carefully stepped down the stairs holding a gas lamp. The lower deck was the area specially managed by the kitchen. He passed through the bean sprout racks layer by layer.
The breeding cabin is on the left. Five hens were awakened by the light and were clucking. Mao Shisan rummaged through the cage and found four eggs.
"Not bad, well done." Mao Shisan praised: "The weather is very good today, I'll give you some air time." He lifted the chicken coop, opened the porthole, hung the chicken coop outside for ventilation, and stuffed a few chicken coops in before leaving.
feed.
This chore originally belonged to Fu Ji. Ever since Mao Shisan arrived, it was his job to feed the chickens, collect eggs, and clean the chicken coop every day.
The orderly still had a bad face after taking the eggs, without even saying thanks. He went directly to make breakfast. Mao Shisan was very curious about what delicacies the "chief", who was revered as a god by everyone, ate, so he took the opportunity of working
, got closer and took a few sneaky glances.
At first glance, I found that there was nothing unusual. The breakfast for the two leaders on the wooden plate was just a bowl of cabbage and potato noodles-the noodles were curved. Fu Ji said that this was called Yi noodles and could be stored for a long time.
It is made of white flour and is considered a "high-end food" on the ship. Generally only chiefs and sick people can eat it - it's just two boiled eggs added to the noodles.
Although eggs are rare, they are not considered expensive food after all. Mao Shisan was slightly disappointed: he didn't see anything new.
The orderly took the two bowls of noodles away. After a while, he brought back two eggs with water in a small bowl: "The chief said one is enough for each person, and the others should be given to the patients."
"Okay, I'm making noodles for the sick patient." The chef responded.
The patients' breakfast also consisted of noodles, but there were too many people and few eggs, so the chef had to cut the eggs into several portions and add them to each bowl.
"The chief is really kind-hearted." Mao Shisan praised in his heart as he carried the noodles to the patient cabin.
By the time he came back from the hospital room, all the food for breakfast had already been wiped out. Fu Ji scraped for a long time before getting a bowl of porridge. There were no dishes left either: salted eggs were rationed per person, Mao Shi
Three yuan per portion, and as for kimchi, it is impossible to open a jar of kimchi. Before Mao Shisan could express his indifference, Fu Ji had already smiled apologetically: "There are no side dishes, let's try the sugar porridge."
He took the sugar bowl and put a spoonful of snow-white sugar in it. Before Mao Shisan could blink, he put in another spoonful. Looking at Mao Shisan's startled eyes, Fu Ji raised his eyebrows and said with lightning speed
He covered his ears with another spoonful, as if to say: "Look! Our Fubo Army's life is so beautiful."