After washing up, He Yuzhu looked around the house and found an old-fashioned copper lock that was used to lock the vegetable cellar.
He weighed it in his hand. It was heavy and huge. It was a little exaggerated to use this big lock to lock the door, but it was very sturdy.
Thus, he locked the door in satisfaction.
In the past, his house was the only place in the entire courtyard that was never locked. Qin Huiru and the stick were usually treated like they were in their own house, and they could enter and exit as they pleased.
Things are different now. Let's see how you guys can enter and steal!
He Yuzhu hummed a tune along the way. He was in a good mood as he walked in the direction of the Red Star Rolling Mill.
"Master He, go to work!"
"You're quite early today!"
Along the way, the workers from the rolling mill greeted him from time to time, and he responded to them one by one. Most of the workers were still very enthusiastic.
He Yuzhu stepped into the kitchen, and a wave of heat hit him.
Fatty Yang led Ma Hua and the others to steam the steamed buns early on, and they were steaming.
The rest of the kitchen helpers washed and cut the vegetables, kneaded the dough, and busied themselves.
"Master, you're here."
When Fatty Yang saw He Yuzhu step into the kitchen, he pushed Ma Hua away and came over with a cup of hot water.
He Yuzhu took the teacup calmly and ignored his flattery.
Two days ago, Fatty Yang's family had something to do and asked for leave. Today, he came to the kitchen early in the morning.
In the past, whenever Silly Zhu arrived, he would always wait for him with a cup of Chinese Wolfberry tea, especially lackeys.
This Fatty Yang was very ambitious and was more opportunistic. He secretly memorized many of Silly Zhu's recipes.
In the original plot, Silly Zhu brought him to Yuli Restaurant to develop his career. He used the dishes he remembered to try to replace Silly Zhu's position and kick her away. He was not a good person.
Silly Zhu was also confused by his rainbow fart.
He Yuzhu wasn't the idiot he used to be. He had hit the horse's leg.
"Ma Hua, you have been learning the white case for two years now. In the following time, you will take over Fatty Yang and start practicing your knife skills with me.”
He Yuzhu ignored Fatty Yang and called Ma Hua over, who was peeling potatoes.
Although it was said that there was a pit for each carrot, everyone was saying that the disciples of the church starved the master to death.
With the existence of the system, he was not worried about this problem at all. If he could teach a helper, he could save a lot of trouble.
Furthermore, Ma Hua was respectful and filial to him, and was worth nurturing.
"Master, what should I do then?"
Fatty Yang panted heavily, somewhat unconvinced. His master usually valued him the most. Why did he leave him aside today and look for Ma Hua?
"Go and peel off that big pot of potatoes.”
He Yuzhu unceremoniously arranged for him to do the most trivial and troublesome work.
You want to steal the recipe?
Ma Hua was different. This young man was quite respectful to him, and he didn't mind teaching him more.
"Ah, Master, isn't that the work of Old Man Zhang and the other kitchen helpers…"
Fatty Yang felt wronged and did not make a move for a long time, muttering unwillingly.
"If I tell you to go, then go. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Do you still want to do it?”
He Yuzhu snapped a cucumber in his hand and smashed it on his head.
Fatty Yang could only hold his head and walk to the pile of potatoes that was piled up like a mountain. He began to peel the potatoes while cursing.
He was extremely puzzled. How did he offend his master to make a 180-degree change in his attitude towards him?
Could it be a test for him?
Thinking of this, Fatty Yang's chubby face revealed a smile, and he started peeling potatoes energetically.
He Yuzhu was a little speechless. He was obviously suppressing Fatty Yang. What was the meaning of his expression of enjoyment?
Was this punishment not enough?
'Hmm, I'll have to increase the difficulty next time.'
He Yuzhu thought to herself and patted Ma Hua's shoulder, ready to start teaching.
"Ma Hua, whether the food tastes good or not is closely related to the quality of the ingredients and the knife skills.”
"Thin where it should be thin, thick where it should be thick, and thin where it should be thin. You have to spend some effort to learn your cutting skills!”
He Yuzhu demonstrated as she spoke.
At this moment, the kitchen knife in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body. It was very smooth, and he cut wherever he pointed.
"Alright, Master. I'll definitely study hard!”
Ma Hua took a closer look. The potatoes cut by the master were evenly thick and uniform. There was no difference to the naked eye.
Countless stars of admiration appeared in his eyes as he clenched his fists tightly.
He had finally waited for this day!
Every time he saw the chef cutting vegetables and cooking with ease, he was envious.
In the future, he must be filial to his master.
Ma Hua thought to himself. He straightened his back, took the knife from He Yuzhu, and began to cut with utmost seriousness.
Soon, the ingredients were ready.
He Yuzhu only needed to stir-fry a few big pots of dishes. As time passed, one meat and three dishes were prepared in a short time.
The Red Star Rolling Mill was a large factory with tens of thousands of people, so the food was not bad.
However, in this era, there weren't many varieties. It was just that the quantity was a little larger.
Large bowls of food were brought to the window of the factory canteen, emitting tempting steam.
He Yuzhu was done with his work and was strolling in front of the window in boredom. Other than cooking, his work was very relaxed.
Such an easy job made many people envious, and many people wanted to replace him.
As the saying went, a chef would not starve to death in a year of disaster.
In this era, being a chef was a golden rice bowl that everyone envied.
However, with his skills, He Yuzhu stood tall and no one could replace him. Others could only stare at him.
Soon, as the bell rang, groups of workers formed a long line in front of the window. It was so dense that one could not see the end of it.
He Yuzhu immediately saw Xu Damao, who had mousse on his head and was not wearing his work clothes. His face was as long as a horse.
He was whistling and looking around at the slender female workers, teasing them from time to time.
Xu Damao was Silly Zhu's arch-enemy since he was young. This family was full of bad ideas.
He Yuzhu's lips curled into a smile. He already had a plan in mind.
He said to Auntie Zhang, who was picking up a spoon and preparing to eat,"Auntie Zhang, I'll be here to get the vegetables today. You can go to the back and help Liu Lan clean up.”
"Here, take it easy. You don't know how heavy or how light you are. You often hit others, and it's not enough until the end.”
Auntie Zhang stuffed the spoon into He Yuzhu's hand and mumbled. Aunties always shook their spoons when they were cooking, trying to eat as little as possible.
He Yuzhu ignored Aunt Zhang's nagging.
In his previous life, when he ate in the school cafeteria, he hated the spoon-shaking aunties who seemed to have gotten Alzheimer's the most.
The aunties looked as if they wanted to give them a big spoonful of food when they were digging.
However, as soon as the spoon left the basin, the aunties would shake the spoon out of habit. The spoonful of food that was originally full would fall down.
Today, it was He Yuzhu's turn to inherit this excellent spoon-shaking technique and let Xu Damao taste it.
Finally, the person he hated the most was still alive!
He Yuzhu sighed in his heart.
"Sir, what do you want to eat?"
"Give me a piece of this potato meat, more meat.”
After He Yuzhu sighed, he put on a friendly smile.
He held a big spoon in his hand and slowly gave a big spoon of potato stew to the old man in line. He also added half a spoonful.
The workers were all working hard and had to feed a large family. They usually ate poorly at home and relied on the canteen to supplement their nutrition.
Therefore, He Yuzhu wouldn't easily shake the spoon when it came to them.
"Thank you, Master He!"
Sir System held the lunchbox that was as tall as a hill in satisfaction and left the team happily.
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