Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 842 - 832. Braised Pork’s Foreseen Future

Chapter 842: 832. Braised Pork’s Foreseen Future

No one knows who started it, but suddenly someone pulled out their phone and snapped a photo, breaking some sort of spell, and then everyone started pulling out their phones.

This group of middle-aged men working are not that good at updating their social media, but they are surprisingly fluent when it comes to posting videos.

Some directly posted on TikTok with a dubbing saying:

[Just got to a new construction site, this is the meal provided by the boss, what do you guys think?]

Others sent it to their families:

[Look at this construction site, pretty nice, huh! The food here is even better than at home, feast on it.]

And some sent it to their coworkers: [Old Yu, I told you to come but you didn’t. Look what we are eating! You just stay squatting at the old site eating cabbage and buns.]

It’s not that they couldn’t afford meat, but that plate of meat predicted a future: a boss who is this generous is guaranteed to provide good meals in the future, everything Old Xu said was true!

Several layers of excitement added together made everyone’s agitation quite obvious.

What about Zhou Dayong?

For some unknown reason, seeing so many people taking photos made him suddenly feel a bit awkward, so he silently took a video to send to his family.

After thinking it over, he was about to send it to a new-found cousin, but then he saw his cousin had sent him a photo of a large drumstick.

[Oh wow, that drumstick looks way too greasy, definitely a bit cold too!]For some reason, that was his first thought.

Comparing the color of the drumstick to the braised meat in front of him, he didn’t hesitate to take a video and send it back.

Just in that moment, the chatterbox was opened:

"Bro, look, this is our usual lunch, they say we get this every few days."

He felt a bit shy: "You see, just got here and the boss is making it so good... I feel a bit embarrassed."

He may not accurately get the meaning of "Versailles" like the young folks, but he unknowingly used it perfectly to delve into its essence!

So much so that Zhou Erbao, who was originally quite satisfied, opened his phone and his eyes instantly bulged!

At that moment, only one phrase looped in his mind:

So jealous so jealous so jealous!!!

This is outrageous!!

With so many workers at any construction site, all with big appetites, how much would it cost just for the food if they made braised meat like this? Has the boss really thought this through?

What does the chicken leg he just ate even count for?

Moreover, as someone experienced with construction sites, he knows whether the food is genuine or just a couple of fatty slices hidden in cabbage.

The clearer he is, the closer he gets to the edge of insanity; in this moment, he fiercely rushes to the food distribution area, snaps a photo, and instantly posts it to his social circle—indeed, he’s adept at social media.

"Both in the same township, but worlds apart between construction sites!"

...

Song Tan still didn’t know that the road construction had started; only when she got up early did she see the message from Xin Jun:

"The driver said last night that they’ve started construction at the township road junction, and it’s unavailable starting today."

"There’s another road that goes around two villages from the town, right? Don’t sleep late tonight. Go around 11 p.m. to pick them up."

Song Tan was instantly thrilled!

"Road’s getting fixed!!!"

...

Meanwhile in River City, Boss Chang, Master Qian, and the kitchen staff gathered together seriously and brought in a basket:

"Eggs are here!!!"

Everyone took a careful look and fell silent.

It took a while before Master Qian asked, "Is this all?"

Boss Chang turned embarrassed: "This family refuses to scale up. 40 eggs a day, and those are with much coaxing and persuading."

Everyone sighed.

During this time of cooking, they truly understood what meant by fragrance filling the air; even the smell of cooking smoke from stir-frying seemed somewhat alluring.

Unfortunately, it was mostly dry dishes, vegetarian dishes, and pickled dishes. There was not a single piece of meat, not even an egg.

Now that they finally had some, it was only 40 eggs—barely enough to fill the gaps between teeth.

With this thought, Master Qian also felt a bit craving.

He cleared his throat, "Let’s not rush to sell these eggs. Let’s first explore how to cook them to make them taste the best. Should we steam, fry, or scramble them? Or perhaps boil them, or make tea eggs?"

Unfortunately, Boss Chang went too late, the tea egg spices were sold out, only a few left. Otherwise, those spice packs with ordinary eggs could have enriched their menu further.

Boss Chang thought: Right! Eggs at 30 each will definitely be expensive, but how to make them look both expensive and worth it, they needed to figure out...gulp!

However, research is research, but selling must go on!

He carefully took out a few eggs:

"Fried egg one, sugared-boiled egg one, boiled egg one, scrambled egg one, steamed egg one."

"Come on, let’s cook them all and then we’ll taste test together."

Then two chefs extended their hands, "Shouldn’t we try mixing some green peppers or tomatoes? At least toss two in a dish!"

Boss Chang: ...You’re scooping out my heart here!

Eventually, of the 40 eggs, only 30 remained.

And a group of chefs sat around a small table, picking up chopsticks and very carefully sampling those chopped little pieces.

The first taste was of the scrambled egg, the egg white tender and flavorful, the yolk just right, bringing out the egg’s inherent fragrance to the fullest. Eating it as so, and comparing it with the soft, tender-boiled egg on the side gave a different taste altogether.

But...

"The fried egg tastes better."

"Indeed, this fried one has a crispy fragrance, makes you want to stuff your mouth full, this one, 108 yuan a piece is no problem!"

Another disagreed, "Why don’t you mention steamed eggs? Delicate and smooth, an egg mixed with some water, steamed into a big bowl, 158 a dish I think is reasonable!"

"But isn’t this dish the essence, don’t you all think?"

"This green pepper is from their own, smell this aroma, one dish could match three bowls of rice! These tomatoes are ordinary, but mixed with eggs, tell me if this flavor isn’t worth 368 yuan?!"

Boss Chang, unable to get a word in: ...

I asked for which tastes good, and you all started competing on pricing... isn’t setting the price my job as the boss?

Finally, it was Master Qian who made the decision, "Let’s hold off on the dish for now. We only have 40 eggs a day, cooking a plate of green pepper eggs or tomato scrambled eggs would need three to five anyway."

With this rate of use, even if a plate was priced at 888, how many people could eat it in a day?

"To me, given the limited eggs initially, let’s make it a complimentary item."

"For each table spending over 10,000, we provide one for free. Whatever the customer desires, be it steamed, boiled, fried, or even to pocket it and take home, it’s all up to them."

He finished speaking and looked silently at Boss Chang.

Boss Chang: ...

"Let’s do just that!"