She is no longer the best female match for period essays

Chapter 10

Zhu Yun sticks pancakes on the edge of the pot, boils a can of rice porridge, and eats an apple after dinner. She has both meat and vegetables, staple food, fruits, porridge and vegetables.

After eating, she baked plum cakes. The filling was freshened with chicken essence. The surface of the cake was crispy with sesame seeds, and a layer of slightly spicy bean paste was spread on the back. Even after the meal, she couldn't help but gnawed on it One.

At this moment, the chimneys in the neighborhood just started to smoke. Zhu Yun smiled and handed Mrs. Tan a small basket of pancakes through the wall, about twelve, similar to the pot helmets of later generations, although large but very thin.

"Sister-in-law, I just exchanged a basket of dried vegetables with apples, and I only put some chicken soup, and there is not much side here, so you can't shirk it."

Sister-in-law Tan was not polite. After taking it, she poured out the cake, filled it with half a pot of radish and pickles, and pushed it back: "I pickled it at home. The men and children in the family like to eat it. It will be served with porridge in the morning and evening."

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

Sister-in-law Tan threw the pots and bowls to her daughter after eating, and took Zhu Yun for a walk with great enthusiasm.

The taste and texture of dried plum vegetable cakes are excellent, and they are completely capable of opening a shop and doing business. They are 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 be in charge.

Although Zhu Yun has just moved here, most of the residents in this area are family members of the factory. They usually cook, work, and pick up and drop off children. They still have contacts with the family compound, and some people recognize her and have heard her name.

So in just one day, things about her such as arranged marriages, divorced and not leaving home, doing things like heaven and earth, unclean hands and feet, lions talking loudly, etc. have spread.

Some were sympathetic, some were jealous, and some were gloating, but when they first met formally, everyone still took the pancakes with a smile and gave them some kind of return.

Zhu Yun has a steelyard in her heart, and she has a general understanding of the surrounding environment after walking around.

Anyway, she has a big heart, as long as she is happy and at ease, she never cares about what others think of her, and she lives so brightly, so brightly that she feels cold!
Carrying the water bottle, Zhu Yun went to the cafeteria again with her satchel.

Today all the cooks who filled in the report came, there are fifteen in total, and there are eight jobs to compete for, which is almost a 1:2 ratio, which is the largest ratio among all the jobs.

Compared with non-technical positions such as warehouse managers and kitchen assistants, a dozen are better than one, which is much better!
These days, masters who hold spoons have learned from their masters little by little from elementary school apprentices, or have extremely deep family inheritance, and are limited by the lack of supplies, unable to let go of practice, and not many can learn to be independent.

In particular, the No. [-] canteen has a higher level of requirements for chefs. Not only are the craftsmanship good, but they also have to have a few special dishes to impress foreign guests and leaders.

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

Among the fifteen, except for Zhu Yun, there is only one woman, but all of them are very handsome, and they look like chefs at a glance.

She is the only one who can be seen, she is dark and thin, like a thin white steamed bun mixed with a thin bun...

Director Wang attaches great importance to this selection competition, whether the cafeteria is open well, the chef is the helmsman, and the craftsmanship is in the first place, so you can't be sloppy.

He invited several big and small leaders in the office building to be judges together.

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 serious lecture: "Later, the leaders will come over and comment together. No matter how you got here, as long as you pass the test, you can take the lead."

"If the skills are inferior to others, you don't need to ask anyone to tell me. You can either follow the arrangement or leave with the information."

"The topic this time is very simple. It is to use the existing ingredients to make two meats, two vegetables, one staple food and one porridge. Compete according to the order indicated, you go to think about it first, and when the judges are all here, we will start!"

The big guy is full of confidence, rolling up his sleeves and wanting to do a big job to prove his good cooking skills.

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

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

Everyone glanced at her, and couldn't help but twitch their mouths. How big is this person, that he can still fall asleep when life's major events are at a critical moment!

Amidst the noisy voices, Zhu Yun slept very contentedly, opened her eyes and moved her body slightly, it was her turn.

The only woman was worried. She had a problem, and she wanted to talk to someone because she was nervous.

So she stood in front of Zhu Yun, clasped her hands, and said: "I am the sixth, and there are eight chefs in total. If three more chefs come up from the five of you, I will be squeezed out." gone."

"Hey, why are these people so good? Either they use knives so well, or they can carve radishes, or they can turn pots like jugglers..."

"Hey, the top two can go upstairs and cook small pot dishes. The benefits are very good, [-] to [-]% more than downstairs! I am very satisfied if I can stay, and the others are not greedy."

"However, the ones in front of the queue take advantage. The judges came hungry, and everything tastes delicious. When you come here, you've almost eaten enough. I guess even the delicacies of mountains and seas are like chewing wax."

She almost made up for what Zhu Yun missed with dancing and dancing.

The woman spoke with certainty in her words, she obviously felt that apart from Zhu Yun, it was impossible for the other four to have three skills that surpassed hers at the same time.

Zhu Yun patted her on the shoulder with a smile, "Sister, I will definitely occupy a spot. So, you are still a bit unsure about being a chef."

The woman stared, not knowing why the girl was so confident, she moved to the side and didn't speak again.

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

She glanced out casually, and saw Wang Xianbing with a solemn face as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and next to him was Xiao Xianrou whom he had just met this morning.

With a tall and strong male lead, Xiao Xianrou is still white and stern, sitting upright, and is in the limelight!
Looking away, Zhu Yun started to get busy.

She doesn't have the flamboyance that others show off, and she also cooks a very ordinary table meal.

Tofu with toon sprouts, cabbage in a dry pot, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, 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 before they stopped, just eat it and give it a score.

When we arrived at Zhu Yun's place, the food was brightly colored, without radish flowers, and not particular about the presentation, but it gave people a kind of leisurely home-cooked food. Maybe this was the last meal, and the tight strings of being a judge suddenly broke.

(End of this chapter)