I'm a chef in Infinity Thriller

Chapter 39 The Giant Ship on the Sea 3
After the dough was kneaded, Yang Erpang put a piece of gauze on it, put the dough into a container, and kept warm over water.

"What are you going to do earlier?" Qiu Li asked, who had been standing by.

"Steamed buns." Yang Erpang rubbed his hands against the sink, dropped the wet noodles sticking to his hands, and replied with a flattering smile: "They are all rough men, and the steamed buns are full."

The tap was turned on and he rinsed his hands carefully.

Qiuli glanced at her watch, "Next, you play support, and I will operate it. Let's change the pattern today."

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

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

It was too late to defrost naturally, so she directly used the microwave.

Take out the cutter, take out the chopping board, cut the plum blossom meat into small pieces, then take out another cutter, move both hands together, cut the meat into sticky minced meat, put it in the iron basin, Yang Er's fat face over there With an expression of disbelief on his face, he quickly handed over the onion and ginger that he had prepared in his hand.

Qiu Li pours chopped green onion into minced meat, breaks in two eggs, shredded ginger, grinds it into minced ginger, puts it in the stuffing, makes a bowl with the seasoning, pours it on top of the stuffing without looking at it, and stirs clockwise quickly stand up.

With a bit of regret in his mouth, he said: "Unfortunately, there is no jelly. Hey, Er Fatty, let's make some jelly today and refrigerate it overnight. I will make Xiaolongbao tomorrow. It is delicious."

Yang Erpang's expression was dull, and he replied eagerly: "Hey, okay."

Usually in the morning, he would be in a hurry, but now he was so relaxed that he felt uncomfortable.

Qiuli glanced at him, and decided to arrange some things for him to do as well. Finally, she has subordinates, so it's a waste not to use them, "The dough is ready, take it out."

Yang Erpang lifted his spirits when he heard the words, and quickly brought out the dough.

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

"Er Fatty, you roll out the noodles. The bottom is thick and the sides are thin. Today I'm going to make pan-fried buns."

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

As for Qiuli, he changed his address from Yang Erpang to Erpang, from being awkward at the beginning to becoming a habit.

He has been a cook on a ship for many years. The requirements for food on board are not high, and he is unwilling to make steamed buns if he can make steamed buns.

In addition, the head chef is a hands-off shopkeeper.He is also happy to be at leisure, but there is always something wrong in his heart.

For some reason, seeing Qiuli take the initiative to show off her cooking skills, ripples appeared in his heart again.

Qiuli made buns extremely fast, and they cooperated tacitly. After a while, several rows of buns were neatly lined up on the desk.

Qiuli's idea is very simple. First, the head chef really wants to convince people with his cooking skills, especially to conquer the people in the kitchen. She can understand it. For the first time, Yang Erpang looks down on her expression. And deliberately concealed the look of fear;

Everyone on my own looks down on me, so how can I use it in the future?

Second, her skills need others to enjoy her delicacies to grow, which is the most critical point;
As for role-playing, as the head chef, she has no problem doing so.

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

Qiuli took out three large frying pans, set them on the stove, turned on the heat, skillfully brushed oil on the bottom of the pans, and neatly stacked the buns on top.

After frying for 1 minute, pour in water and cover with a lid.

Pressed the timer next to it and set a 6-minute reminder.

"Er Fatty, how long have you been in the kitchen?" She asked casually.

"Three, three years." Yang Erpang panicked and stammered back.

"It's an old employee, work hard, and strive to get more bonuses at the end of the year." Qiu Li's speech art comes from her boss on the main star, the head chef, who never expected that she would lose the position on the main star by one vote. , but realized in the game.

Yang Erpang was stunned for a moment, and immediately answered the question: "Hey, okay."

"Well, head chef, if you have anything to do in the future, just tell me." He looked simple and honest on the outside, but his heart was clear, and he immediately expressed his loyalty.

"You're good!"

Satisfied, Qiuli stretched out her right hand and patted him on the shoulder: "There is a future."

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

I didn't even look at Yang Erpang when I entered the door. I took a white apron from the hook behind the door, tied it around my waist, picked out a rag, and started cleaning the countertops and cabinets.

"Ke Xiaofeng, the dishwasher in our kitchen is also in charge of cleaning." Seeing Qiuli looking in the direction of the door, Yang Erpang explained in a low voice.

It's normal for Qiu Li not to know this kind of little person, and the new recruit Yang Erpang is very responsible.

The "dididi" timer rang.The woman at the door raised her head subconsciously, and looking for the voice, she saw the head chef who was rarely seen, and she straightened up in fright: "Morning, head chef."

"Well, good morning." Qiuli also replied politely, anyway, she was also considered to be a person in the cafeteria, that is, her person.

Reaching out to lift the lid of the pot, the tempting aroma wafted out, and Yang Erpang added a sentence in time: "It smells so good!"

Take out the flat shovel of Qiuli, shovel the bottom of the fried pan, sprinkle sesame seeds, continue to close the lid, repeat the above operation for the other two pans, and reset the timer to 6 minutes.

"It's not good yet, I'll be called Xiang later."

"Dididi" Qiuli pressed the timer off, uncovered the lid again, shoveled off one by one with a flat shovel, opened the lid, and fried the bottom until it was browned. The last step was to sprinkle chopped green onion.

"It smells so good!" Yang Erpang's compliment came from the bottom of his heart. There are many people who know how to make pan-fried pan-fries. .

The pan-fried autumn pears are all plump, the bottom is browned, and the aroma is overflowing. This appearance alone is already top-notch.

Qiu Li didn't bother to do the rest, and went back to her room to change back into her usual clothes.

The people on the ship didn't have high requirements for uniforms, and they even said that they didn't have any requirements. My body was too formal. No wonder they looked at me strangely.

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

Ten minutes before breakfast, I stood on the platform on the second floor and looked at the sea. From the small castle world, I suddenly saw the boundless sea.

For a moment, there was a dreamlike unreality, she took a deep breath, the sea breeze was blowing on her face, and the early morning air was slightly cold, she rubbed her hands.

Unlike the lonely sea last night, the sea in the morning was sparkling and blue, and the sun that had jumped out of the sea illuminated the entire platform brightly. The ship I was in showed its full appearance under the light of the morning.

The hull was painted dark green, the bottom was rust red, and the three-story building he was in was white.

There is a towering watchtower in the front part of the deck, and a group of sailors gathered below seem to be fishing.

"Are you interested in fishing?" A male voice with a smoky voice sounded behind her.

It sounded familiar, she turned her head, it was the first mate she had seen last night.

"It seems that the harvest is good today. You can see that the fishing net is heavy." The first mate has a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is a square-looking middle-aged man with round hair and thick and powerful arms exposed outside.

"After dinner, go fishing?"

Qiuli's heart moved, was he inviting herself?
"it is good."

(End of this chapter)