Seeing that everyone was looking at me, I didn't have any intention of hiding my thoughts. Facing everyone's gazes, I said,"I really don't plan to participate in the next season's event.”
"Why? Brother Xiaoming, is it because of the labor fee?" Zi Feng spoke first.
I shook my head and denied it.”
"Then why?" Peng Peng asked.
"Stop fooling around and let Little Ming finish.”Teacher He said.
"To be honest, I do need money, but I don't need money either."I looked at their confused eyes."I like money, I like money very much, I like that I have a lot of money. But I like the money I make, the money I make with my own skills.”
"But if you come to participate in the show, you'll be paid for your services with your culinary skills. What does this have to do with you leaving the mushroom house?”Jia Dawan asked.
"This is different." I continued to shake my head." I might get a few hundred thousand or even a million dollars in appearance fees for participating in a season of 'Yearning for Life', but this isn't my skill. It's not purely based on my skill. "This isn't what I want. I want to reach the peak of cooking. I want to change or recreate the grand occasion of Chinese cuisine according to my own understanding. I want to hone my cooking skills. Obviously, I can't do it here.”
The others wanted to say something, but Brother Cheng Long stopped them."This is Little Ming's personal pursuit. We can't force him. Just like how others used money to make Teacher He give up hosting, Jia Dawan give up comedy, me give up kung fu, Xiao Gang and Langzi give up music. Everyone has their own aspirations. Everyone is fighting for their own ideals or dreams. We can't be harsh on others.”
Although the others were still a little regretful, they didn't say anything after hearing Cheng Long's words. The mushroom house fell into silence.
The night was silent. I also saw Mushroom and the atmosphere wasn't very good. I didn't chat and play with everyone anymore and went back to my room to rest. It wasn't very early. After washing up, I went back to my room at 9:30 pm and went straight to bed.
The next morning, it was drizzling. Although I got up early, I didn't go out for a run. The village here was still relatively primitive. There were many places without roads. There was a lot of soil on the roads. After the rain, it turned into mud. Running in this situation would only bring trouble to myself.
After stewing the ginseng soup, he started to make breakfast in the house. He had always had porridge for breakfast in the past. Today, he would change his style and make soup dumplings. The soup dumplings in the south were the kind that had a very thick soup. They needed to be chopped up. That would really wake everyone up, so he would give up. What should I do this morning?
After thinking for a long time, I decided to make a breakfast that could warm my body-mutton and bread soup. In fact, strictly speaking, this wasn't an authentic mutton bread soup. The authentic mutton bread soup needs to be boiled with mutton bones and mutton soup as the base, but I don't have it here. I only have mutton. In addition, the mutton bread soup was not a real breakfast. It could already be considered a main meal. However, there were two reasons why he chose this for breakfast: Firstly, it was because many guests from the south had never eaten this meal before. The other reason was that it was raining today and the temperature was low. Eating this could warm up the body.
He put yesterday's chicken soup into the refrigerator and froze it. He would make soup dumplings for tomorrow's breakfast. He took out the mutton he bought yesterday to boil the mutton soup. He blanched the water first, put the seasonings into the pot again, and then officially started to boil the soup.
There was not much soup this time. It was only enough for one bowl for each person. There was not much more. There was not even any rice for the kitchen assistant. They could only give them a few buns to eat with pickles. As for the soup, they could only suffer and drink milk. It's not that I don't want to cook it, but if I don't use the wok I exchanged for to stew the soup, the taste will be much worse.
Next was the dough pancake. Although it was called a pancake, it was actually a bun from the northwest. It was also the kind of bun in roujiamo. However, the bun this time was slightly harder. It was golden on both sides, not a vegetarian bun. The plain bread had not been baked until the crispy skin was out, which would affect the taste. After being soaked in the mutton soup, it would feel very unpalatable.
After arranging all the rhythms, he began to knead the dough. This kind of noodles needed to be a little harder and needed strength. After making up, they put it aside and started to wake up. It was not yet 8:00 p. m., so when they started cooking at 8:15 p. m., three buns per person should be enough. Of course, some people might not be able to finish it, so they planned to eat 40 buns. After all, the kitchen assistant also had to eat.
The arrangement of these 40 buns was for the male guest, Jia Dawan, and me to each get three, while Zi Feng and Zhang Xiaofei only got two. In this case, they would take up 31 buns, and the kitchen assistant would get the remaining 9 buns.
I started to get busy at 8:15 am. I took the mutton soup from the fire and put it aside. The mutton soup had been stewing for nearly two hours. After the grilled bread was done, I would heat it up and eat it. His job now was to bake the steamed buns.
Half an hour later, the steamed buns in the mutton soup were ready. In the end, there were forty-two steamed buns, two more than expected. However, it did not matter. After all, these steamed buns were Han Xin's soldiers. The more, the better.
I took the mutton out of the mutton soup and sliced it into pieces. I put the mutton soup on the fire to stew again. After adding the last bit of pepper, the taste immediately came out. Previously, it was covered with a lid, so the taste wasn't very strong. Now, in order to attract people to come down to eat, I didn't cover the lid. The fragrance floated directly to the bedroom on the second floor. The guests also went downstairs one by one.
"What's wrong? Little Ming, why don't you take a break on a rainy day? You're already coveting us so early." Ms. Huang came downstairs with a smile.
In fact, the guests were already awake. It was just that the rain was not good and they could not do anything, so they did not leave their nests. Now that they were attracted by this fragrance, their stomachs started to growl from under the covers.
"Teacher Huang, it's not early anymore. It's almost nine o'clock. Besides, if he didn't eat in the morning, he wouldn't have any energy for the whole day." I replied with a smile.
"Hmm, what are we eating today? Roujiamo and mutton soup?" Teacher Huang continued to ask.
"It's fine if you want to eat it like this, but there's no meat.”I said with a smile.
" Do you want to eat mutton bread soup?" Mr. He asked.
"Yes." I said.
"That's indeed not bad. It's good to have some hot soup!”Jia Dawan's voice came from behind.
" I want to eat two bowls!" It was Peng Peng's voice.
"Although I haven't eaten it before, I don't think it's bad.”Brother Cheng Long's voice came from the stairs.
"I've tried it before, but the food there wasn't very good." Liu Feiren's voice also came over.
"What I care about is when I can start eating. Wang Langzi was always so direct.
"If you want to eat, you can eat now, but there's only one bowl per person. As you can see, the pot is only so big, and there's no soup left.”I pointed at the boiling mutton soup as I extinguished the fire.
"Then let's let Big Brother Cheng Long go first. Teacher He said.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony and take advantage of my seniority.”Big Brother Cheng Long also said with a smile.
I began to make mutton buns for everyone. I distributed the grilled buns to everyone. Each person had three buns and a bowl of hot soup. I let them do it themselves.
Five spice powder, pepper powder, coriander, chopped green onions, salt, vinegar, pickled vegetables, chili oil, and other condiments had already been placed on the table.
" Why am I two steamed buns?" Zi Feng was the first to question me.
"That's right. Why are there two of us and three of them?”Zhang Xiaofei also joined the ranks of denouncers.
"If I give it to the three of you, can you finish it?”I rolled my eyes.
"Yes!" Although they weren't sure, the two of them were still firmly on the foodie's side.
"Alright, I'll give you another one.”I took one for each of them, so there were 30 buns. If I wanted to eat three, there would be nine left. Three people would get three each, so I took three buns out to eat with everyone. The remaining nine were for the kitchen assistant and a plate of salted vegetables.
"The pickles are for everyone to season, not to eat as vegetables.”Seeing that the others were about to snatch the pickles, I said first," The pickles this time are different from the last time. There's a little more salt, so everyone should control themselves and be careful not to get angry.”
"I'm not afraid of getting angry. The main thing is that this amount is too small. Peng Peng and I can buy it all.”Jia Dawan sighed.
"Sister Jia, don't talk nonsense. I can do it alone.”Peng Peng said hurriedly, afraid that he would be ignored.
"Stop arguing. It's just this little. One chopstick per person is enough. What's there to argue about?”Teacher Huang said.
The others and I silently broke the buns in our hands. The temperature in the pavilion was indeed very low. It was estimated to be only a dozen degrees. Everyone wore their coats and broke the buns. After he was done, he took a lid and covered it with it. Then, he started to stare at each other.
The viewers of the live broadcast were craving for it."I just went to a shop to eat mutton buns. It tasted terrible. There was no mutton taste at all. It was full of oil!""Not Afraid of Oil: " Brother upstairs, tell me the address quickly!"Sigh! Did I leak oil?"”
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