It was another year when he returned to work.
Ma Hua struggled to get up from the bed and began to put on his clothes.
The water pipes in winter were easy to freeze, so Hua Ma didn't want to go through too much trouble.
He filled a pot of uncontaminated snow from a remote corner of the courtyard and pressed it tightly.
Then, he entered the house.
As long as the kettle was placed on the stove, the snow would melt and boil.
Ma Hua then finished washing up according to the order of brushing his teeth and washing his face.
It wasn't that they didn't have water stored at home, but Ma Hua had never had any ideas about this water.
This was because this water was meant for his wife to wash up and cook. Otherwise, if Ma Hua used it, Lu Ge would have to fetch water in advance.
If he were to freeze, Ma Hua would be heartbroken!
After leaving the house, Ma Hua realized that the morning of the sixth day of the first lunar month was still cold. According to his calculations,
If they wanted to see the snow melt, they would have to wait until after the Lantern Festival.
Walking in the narrow and spacious alley,
Ma Hua noticed that there were long and sharp icicles hanging down from the eaves on both sides.
Looking over, rows of icicles hung neatly in the air, making people worry that if a pedestrian passed by,
Would there be a risk of being stabbed in the head?
This indicated that the temperature at noon should be higher than it had been a few days ago.
However, the temperature in the morning had not changed. In fact, it felt even colder!
The snow in the corners of the alley where no one had ever walked was still in its original state.
The subtle changes were mainly on the surface of the snow.
The snow was soft when it first fell, but now there was a layer of crystal on the surface of the snow.
When the light shone on it, it would show a complete reflection phenomenon instead of the initial diffuse reflection.
It seemed that the snow was also melting silently!
Seeing this, Ma Hua immediately realized why the temperature now felt colder.
This was definitely not an illusion!
Anyone who knew some basic chemistry would know that melting snow absorbed heat.
As a result, the temperature was naturally lower!
Along the way, Ma Hua looked left and right, observing the snow-covered capital.
Because many people always claimed that the capital was the most beautiful after it snowed!
The sky was gloomy on the morning of the sixth day of the first lunar month. The thick clouds in the sky were blue and white.
However, this blue was not the bright and translucent blue, but a deep dark blue.
This kind of complex sky color often gave people an obscure and oppressive feeling!
Ma Hua staggered along the way, neither fast nor slow.
Under normal circumstances, it would take him 20 minutes to get there, but today, he spent nearly half of his time.
When he arrived at the factory entrance, Ma Hua found a group of people washing and wiping at the factory sign.
There was a tall and thin man wearing glasses holding a thick brush.
It was re-smearing the words "Red Star Rolling Mill"!
However, Ma Hua was not puzzled.
After all, it was a new year!
Not far from the canteen, there was a shrub of unknown family.
They spread out in all directions, occupying a space of six to seven meters.
Ma Hua felt that it was very overbearing!
He heard from the old man in the factory that this shrub had existed since before the factory was built.
Originally, this area was a wasteland. Later, Lou Xiao'e's father wanted to build a steel processing plant.
After much deliberation, he chose this place!
For some reason, this shrub was not cleared and had remained until now.
It had even become a symbolic object in the factory!
Whenever pedestrians passed by, they would occasionally see a few black birds chirping and circling in the sky.
They would occasionally stop to rest, and then continue to maintain their flying posture!
When they arrived at the fifth canteen, most of the chefs had already arrived.
They were leading the apprentices to prepare the ingredients when the sound of cutting vegetables came from the kitchen.
It was extremely orderly!
The service staff brought a basin of water and sat on a small stool to wash the vegetables.
Seeing Ma Hua enter, everyone stopped what they were doing and said with a smile,"
"Good morning, Master Ma!"
In fact, when Ma Hua had just become a level 10 cook, other chefs would call him "Master Ma".
When Ma Hua became a Grade 8 cook, other than the older ones, everyone else of his age addressed him as Master Ma.
In the end, when Ma Hua became a level seven cook like the canteen monitor, Old Li,
Regardless of age, no one dared to call Ma Hua a pony.
Even Old Li addressed him as "Ma Hua" or "Master Ma"!
Ma Hua was now the only Level 6 chef in the Fifth Cafeteria, so his status here was vaguely like a "sweeping monk".
As long as one's skills were superior, such as chefs or other craft professions,
They would definitely be respected by people in the same industry! Regardless of age!
However, Hua Ma had always been kind to others and had never been arrogant.
Therefore, when others greeted him, he would smile and nod in return!
But now, Old Li was not at work.
According to Old Li's request and the recommendation of the kitchen staff, Ma Hua would have to take the lead.
He stood in front of his stove, looked around, and said to a person in charge of the logistics department,
"Master Wang, are the ingredients here?”
Master Wang put down the kitchen knife in his hand.
After drying his hands, he took out a stack of book-like things from the pile of cabbage and walked in front of Ma Hua, saying,"
"Master Ma, look. These are the ingredients that the logistics department brought over today.
It's the same as before the new year. It's three days 'worth. Take a look and see if there's any problem!”
Ma Hua carefully flipped through it. After all, he would be the person in charge of the canteen for the next five days.
Although the person who signed the contract was still Old Li, if anything happened, he could only look for himself!
Therefore, Ma Hua's actions weren't targeted at Master Wang.
Ma Hua looked at it and checked the amount of vegetables in the warehouse.
After finding that there was no problem, he signed Old Li's name!
Ma Hua looked around the warehouse and found that there were still some potatoes and cabbages. It was very monotonous.
It was just that this year's quota was a little more than last year's.
However, Ma Hua was not surprised because the most difficult three years had passed. Last year's harvest was better than the year before.
Even if it could not be said that every household had surplus food, the lives of the city residents would definitely be better than the previous three years!
It was not difficult to notice this from the number of ingredients allocated to his canteen today.
It was almost noon, and Ma Hua began to call the chefs to cook.
For a moment, the kitchen of the fifth canteen was filled with the sound of cooking and the sound of iron pots colliding with iron spoons.
Instantly, the scene was in full swing.
The flames that were shot out shone on the chef's face, illuminating his entire face.
The scorching heat spread to the chef's pores, opening up the sweat glands under his skin.
It also made the chefs sweat in the middle of winter!
However, no one complained.
This was because the responsibility and mission of the factory chef was to ensure the physical strength of the factory workers.
It allowed the hard-working workers to maintain their strong combat effectiveness!
At 11:30 p. m., the women began to bring the dishes that the chefs had cooked to the window.
Then, they waited for the workers to get off work.
The song lasted for a few minutes, and everyone in the cafeteria was stunned.
The chef who was cooking the dishes shook the wok faster, and the chef who was serving the dishes also put on his sleeves.
Be ready!
Ma Hua listened to the announcer's voice and was neither hurried nor slow. He held a big iron spoon and stirred it in the big pot with both hands, feeling it from time to time.
If he felt that it was about time, he would ask a few apprentices to pour the stir-fried vegetables and soup into the iron basin on the ground.
Then, he continued to repeat the previous steps.
As for the apprentices, one on the left and the other on the right, they carried the iron basin filled with cabbage and vermicelli and walked quickly and steadily to the window.
Then, he put it down.
After informing the woman who was collecting the vegetables, she went into the kitchen and continued to wait for orders!
Ma Hua and the others were busy until around 1:30 pm. Finally, the cafeteria was cleared.
Those who hadn't eaten their fill just now began to cook.
He used a small wok to patiently cook the ingredients.
Ma Hua sat in the crowd, holding a teacup and drinking hot water, feeling the comfort of the hot water flowing through his esophagus and into his stomach.
He narrowed his eyes and listened to his colleagues 'nonsense, nodding from time to time!
By 3:30 in the afternoon, the cleaning work in the canteen had ended. It could be said that the day's work was completed.
He could do whatever he wanted for the rest of the time.
As long as he didn't leave the factory during off-hours!
Those who were on good terms with Ma Hua called two or three people together to play a simple game. Ma Hua was also surrounded by many people.
However, most of them were apprentices, hoping that Ma Hua could teach them some moves.
Ma Hua didn't care about this.
Other than the secret recipe he had developed for cooking the big pot of vegetables,
He did not hide the other basic knowledge.
He told these people how to practice knife skills and how to turn the pot!
Ma Hua wasn't worried about " teaching his disciple to starve his master ", because being a good chef didn't just depend on hard work.
Most importantly, there was also that mysterious talent.
If Ma Hua didn't have this panel, would he be able to reach Master Cooking Level at the age of 20?
Moreover, when cooking big pot dishes or other cuisines, the most important skill that the master taught the disciple was the secret seasoning.
This was passed down and improved from generation to generation.
He still remembered that Yan Jiecheng and his wife fired Silly Zhu's disciple Fatty because Silly Zhu did not teach him the recipe for this seasoning!
This was the principle of 'passing down a sentence from one person to another is equivalent to passing down ten thousand books in the family'!
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