The dining car gradually became lively. The conductors were busy all morning, and finally got to the lunch break. They began to gather in twos and threes in the dining car. Some took their wives’ love lunch boxes to heat them up, and some waited to get to Jinling Station so that they could start from the dining car.

Buy a box lunch from the food truck on the platform that is barely big enough to eat.

Surprisingly, no one is looking forward to the products of our own food truck...

Zhouzhou's father has enough respect, otherwise he would not be able to put his son in the dining car and serve the 'iron rice bowl'. However, Zhouzhou's cooking skills are really average. It is difficult for the conductors who have eaten there a few times to have much expectations.

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"Xiao Zhou, it's okay if you mean it. Anyway, even if the lunch box can't be sold, the railway will help you pay the five insurances and one housing fund, so don't worry."

Seeing Zhou Zhou put on his apron and walked to the kitchen with a serious look on his face, the conductors on the dining car all smiled and comforted him.

"That's right, the train conductor is still insisting on hot pot meals on the green train... Who will buy lunch boxes on the train these days? In another half a year, our train will also imitate those high-speed trains

The trains sell pre-made rice and vegetables, so you don’t have to stress anymore.”

"That's right, just deal with it casually. We have three eggs on the table, so we're waiting for you."

The lunch boxes on the train could not be sold, so the conductor and Zhou's father were worried. It is said that Zhou Zhou was constantly nagged by his father.

The conductors all sympathized with Zhou Zhou. They felt that this child was having a hard time. The failure to sell lunch boxes on the train was a problem for the entire railway system. Why should the responsibility be placed on the shoulders of a big kid in his early twenties?

Zhou Zhou didn't like hearing this kind of words, even though he knew that the conductors did not mean any harm. The senior chef's cooking skills naturally gave him a sense of pride as a chef. He stopped and said with a smile: "Everyone should save some first."

Belly, maybe there will be a surprise?"

The conductors were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. How can this guy Zhouzhou learn to laugh at himself?

Chen Yan quietly followed him into the kitchen and lowered her voice: "Old Zhou, are you okay?"

"What can happen to me? Of course it's okay."

"You still say it's okay? You used to hate going into the kitchen. Every time it was time to eat, you would sneak into the toilet to check your phone. I don't know how much criticism you received from the conductor for this. Today you actually asked everyone to save some food. Where did you come from?

Are you confident?"

"That was before, and now is now. As a chef, my duty is to satisfy the diners, isn't it?"

"I believe you are the only one who has a ghost... No, I think you are like a ghost." Chen Yan couldn't believe it.

Zhou Zhou was too lazy to pay attention to her and began to patrol his territory.

He was a little surprised by the twelve or thirteen square meters of kitchen. After all, a full carriage was more than sixty square meters. This kitchen alone occupied about one-fifth of the area of ​​the dining car.

In addition to the unique coal stove of the green train, it also has a water table, dish table, noodle table, freezer, etc., and even an electronic steaming cabinet and oven. This is the insistence of the train conductor.

Looking at the shiny new steam cabinet and oven, Zhou Zhou couldn't help but praise, 'Are they still new?'

Chen Yan nodded: "Isn't it new? Since the steam cabinet and oven were added to the kitchen, I haven't seen you use them..."

This girl loves to tell the truth so much. Don’t you know that people who love to tell the truth are easily disliked by others?

Zhou Zhou ignored her and opened the freezer and looked at it, but he was a little disappointed; there were only two large pieces of pork belly and hundreds of eggs, and there were only a few vegetables such as green and red peppers, tomatoes and potatoes.

"Today's passengers don't like to buy packed lunches on the car. In addition, your cooking skills are poor, so you waste a lot of food every time you prepare it, so you prepare less... What are you going to do, Old Zhou?

What's going on? It's not like you don't know these things, why don't you look surprised?"

Chen Yan works as a salesperson and can be regarded as half of Zhou Zhou's assistant. She feels that Lao Zhou is quite miserable. He cooks, washes and cooks all by himself. You see, it's so miserable that it makes you feel dizzy, doesn't it?

"Okay, I got it. Let's cook fifty portions of white rice first. Today we'll make spicy and sour potato rice bowl."

The steaming cabinet in the kitchen can definitely produce nearly a hundred servings of rice at a time. Zhouzhou now has the cooking skills of a senior chef, and he can estimate how much rice is needed for fifty lunch boxes at a glance.

Considering that train meals have a bad reputation nowadays, I would be more conservative and cook fifty portions first, just in case there is not enough.

Maybe some people don't like tomato scrambled eggs, but absolutely no one will refuse a spicy and sour potato shreds. To start Chef Zhou's first dish, choose the hot and sour potato shreds.

"Hey, wait a minute, cook fifty portions of rice in one go? Is this the courage Liang Jingru gave you?

Lao Zhou, I know you were stimulated by those guys outside just now. Don't be impulsive. If you cook so much rice at one time and you can't sell it, it will be a waste of public property."

Seeing Zhou Zhou about to pour water into a big pot of white rice, Chen Yan suddenly became anxious. She rushed up and held down the faucet, "Please, Lao Zhou, just listen to me. Let's cook the rice first."

Ten servings of white rice, okay. If it's not enough, just cook it again. Don't dare to waste it...'

"Get out of the way, I'm the chef and you're the chef? If you can't sell out, it's mine!"

Zhou Zhou pushed Chen Yan aside and turned on the faucet very stubbornly.

"It's over..."

Looking at the large pot of white rice being gradually submerged in water, Chen Yan couldn't help but want to cover her eyes.

Lao Zhou must have been stimulated by something. The last time he got out of the car from Magic City to Tibet, he sold less than 50 box lunches in total. That’s including breakfast and dinner. You cooked 50 rice boxes in one lunch hour.

, isn’t this crazy?

‘Swish, swish, swish...’

A sound that seemed to contain a certain rhythm sounded, and Chen Yan's eyes gradually changed when she looked at Mi Pen.

Is this still Lao Zhou?

Chen Yan couldn't help but rub her eyes.

I saw Zhou Zhou's hands slowly lifting up, and the rice grains in his hands kept tumbling toward the water from bottom to top.

The rice grains gradually become as transparent as jade in the water. While the rice crumbs and dirt on the surface are washed away, they are laid out layer by layer in the steaming tray.

Zhou Zhou's fingers lightly drew criss-crossing lines, and fifty rectangular rice cubes appeared on the five stainless steel steaming trays.

Watching Zhou Zhou put the five steaming trays into the electronic steaming cabinet, Chen Yan couldn't help but look down at the women's Kun watch on her wrist. Only five minutes had passed...

"Lao Zhou, you washed the rice so fast just now."

It's just washing rice. Is that too much trouble for a third-level senior chef? Zhou Zhou shook his head and said, "It's not bad."

As he spoke, without stopping, the potatoes and green peppers were washed out one after another. He picked up the spatula and turned it gently. A complete potato skin appeared in front of Chen Yan, rotating and piled up into a standard cone.

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"Wow!"
Chapter completed!