Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 864 - 851. Construction site meals cabbage soup_2

Chapter 864: 851. Construction site meals cabbage soup_2

The folks gradually returned to the simple work shed in twos and threes to rest, just as the chef began to chop potatoes.

Sigh, cabbage, potatoes, onions—oh because the chef isn’t skilled at cutting onions, they haven’t had the chance to taste those yet.

Seeing this, everyone lost their appetite, but hunger pangs still struck, so they gathered around:

"Come on, Erbao, turn on the phone, let’s see how the cabbage soup is coming along."

...

Tonight, Jian Xiaokang really planned to make cabbage soup.

It’s cold in the mountains, and during the day, even with the sun out, everyone is still working in short sleeves. But at night, even wearing a thick coat isn’t quite enough!

Even when he’s staying in the kitchen, stepping outside chills him to the bone.

So Chef Jiang began to think: On such days, a steaming hot soup is what’s needed!

Just last night, he wrote the menu and ordered the supplies to be delivered. Now with the phone set up in front of him, he awkwardly starts to learn live streaming.

It’s not for making money, just that being alone can be rather boring.

His daughter is at university, the decent dormitories here aren’t completed yet, and he doesn’t want his wife to come over. There are aunts like Zhai Xiaofeng who occasionally help out in the kitchen, so he has to be cautious.

Regarding the live streaming angle, there’s no background, no close-ups, definitely no special features, and filters aren’t adjusted.

It’s just a plain workers’ canteen, a plain view, sometimes he appears on camera, not even wearing a uniform—speaking of which, Lao Song’s family doesn’t have those either!

So the live streaming isn’t very interesting, and thus, after two days of streaming, there are hardly any followers.

But for workers like Zhou Erbao, this feels real! It allows them to imagine they too are enjoying such meals.

So the crowd gathered around wowed in amazement:

"This cafeteria is so big!"

"Indeed! The kitchen is so clean, look at that white wall, not even touched by smoke."

"Look how clean the floor is! For sure it’s not sticky at all."

A bunch of rough and ready construction workers aren’t particular, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t envious of others’ refinement.

Now chattering among themselves, listening to the intermittent sound of potatoes being chopped outside, it all seemed more bearable.

Meanwhile, on camera, Jian Xiaokang skillfully presses down on the cabbage on the cutting board, and the old but large kitchen knife in his hand moves as if it’s a peerless divine weapon, with the sound of "chop chop chop," thin strips of cabbage are being sliced from the pearly stems, revealing the moist cuts.

Then comes the greenish-yellow leaves...

While chopping the cabbage, Jian Xiaokang slants the knife on the cutting board, quickly gathering the strips of cabbage into a stainless steel basin.

He thought for a moment and decided to chat about something:

"Food at the construction site, the boss says eat as you wish, but as chefs, we must also consider, act within our capacity. If we cook meat dishes, it has to be one meat and one veg, if we cook vegetarian, we must include some meat strips... Can’t let everyone eat poorly, nor can we spend recklessly."

"Now that the nights are cold in the mountains, let’s make a hot cabbage soup tonight."

As he speaks, he nods in satisfaction: "This cabbage isn’t in season, it’s quite expensive, 1.5 yuan per jin, but it’s fresh."

While he was speaking, Zhai Xiaofeng had already washed a basin full of cabbage, now bringing it to him. Jian Xiaokang grabbed one, swiftly chopped off and discarded the stalk with his knife.

Then "chop chop chop" the sounds continued, and soon he had sliced the whole cabbage into strips. One after another, despite the tedious task, it mesmerized everyone sitting in the work shed.

Just listen to that rhythm: chop chop chop chop.

Now listen to the rhythm of chopping potatoes outside...

Those potato slices are thin enough to see through, thick enough to be used as roof tiles. After so many days of cooking, there’s been no progress at all, what sort of rhythm could there be?

A rhythm that makes no sense.

...

The cabbage was chopped.

Three large basins of neatly placed cabbage strips sit on the spacious counter, and over here, Jian Xiaokang commands: "Light the fire."

Off camera, in a place everyone can’t see, Zhai Xiaofeng skillfully inserts the fire tongs into the stove, stirs slightly with a few pokes, adds a handful of leaves, and the flames immediately roar to life.

Taking advantage of the heat, she finds several evenly thick branches and adds them to the fire, then asks:

"Should I light up the other two stoves as well?"