Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 865 - 851. Construction site meals cabbage soup_3

Chapter 865: 851. Construction site meals cabbage soup_3

They cook on the construction site, and because there are always extra people coming to eat, the portions are made very large. In the past, three huge pots were cooked together.

"Burn it, fire up the two stoves over there too."

Jian Xiaokang instructed.

Zhai Xiaofeng nodded, without saying a word, repeating the previous steps.

Meanwhile, Jian Xiaokang stood quietly, waiting for a while, then poured the whole bag of flour into each of the three large pots.

Then she grabbed a shovel and stirred frantically, while also instructing:

"Lower the fire a bit."

"Don’t rush the stirring."

After giving these instructions, he seemed to remember that he was live streaming, so he quickly explained:

"To get a thick cabbage soup, we need to add some flour lumps. But with a lot of flour, making lumps is troublesome... just keep stirring like this, and later just cook it directly into a paste with cold water."

Meanwhile, the workers in the shed looked at each other, wondering:

"Isn’t it supposed to be cabbage soup? Why fry the flour first?"

Everyone furrowed their brows and evaluated methodically:

"I get it now, fry the flour first and then use it to coat the shredded cabbage for deep frying—it’s just like using breadcrumbs."

Is that so?

Zhou Erbao thought about it; cabbage soup probably doesn’t need to be deep fried, right?

As they were pondering this, the flour seemed to be nearly done frying. Jian Xiaokang then withdrew his hand and instructed Zhai Xiaofeng, who was sitting in front of the stove again, "Add half a pot of cold water to the pot, stir it slowly, make sure it’s even."

Zhai Xiaofeng was overjoyed to comply.

She knew Master Jiang was specifically instructing her because she was a single parent with no real culinary skills!

Meanwhile, Jian Xiaokang, holding his mobile phone set up, moved to the two stoves at the back. The fires in the stoves had already been lit, and were now casting an orange glow against the white walls.

Yet he was not in a hurry, only raised his hand to test the temperature of the pot, and then, right under the eyes of the live audience, without saying a word, he picked up a large bucket of oil.

Everyone: !!!

"See, I told you it’s going to be deep fried!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Jian Xiaokang set the oil aside and dragged over two stainless steel basins from afar.

One basin on each side, each filled with a basket full of eggs. He grabbed an egg with one hand, gently tapped it on the rim of the basin, his fingers moved in a way no one could quite see, and "click," the eggshell split into two, the egg white and yolk smoothly falling into the basin.

Both hands working simultaneously, without any mishap, the whole scene seemed fast-forwarded.

And look at those eggs, almost filling up the basin.

But at that moment, no one wanted to witness the chef’s skills; they only said with a heavy heart:

"So generous!"

Someone murmured, and everyone in the shed nodded.

The oil in the pot seemed to have heated up, but Jian Xiaokang was not flustered at all; instead, he picked up a large spoon and moistened the edges of each pot.

Then, he produced a large electric whisk from somewhere, which buzzed and turned, making the entire basin of eggs silky and even.

The live viewers felt somewhat puzzled by this sight.

Until someone exclaimed:

"I thought chefs rely only on manual labor and apprentices... Never expected to see an electric whisk!"

Another person joked with him: "Then you ask the other chefs if they use rice cookers?"

The oil in the pot had begun to pop and crackle, and Jian Xiaokang scooped up spoonfuls of eggs into the pot, only to hear a "sizzle" sound as each pot was filled with bubbling oil.

Only waiting a moment as the oil heated up, then another third of a pot of eggs was poured in!

The eggs expanded quickly due to the high oil temperature, turned tender yellow, and were ruthlessly stirred and scattered by the large spoon, expanding further, crisping up, turning yellow, and emitting bursts of strong fragrance.

The people in the shed had started to salivate.

"Wasn’t it supposed to be cabbage soup? Why are they frying eggs?"

"With so many eggs, will each of us get a spoonful later?"

"Wow! How come we never encounter such good things?"

"Exactly! The chef didn’t even peel his potatoes properly the day before yesterday, fearing I’d eat too much and bankrupt the overseer!"

Someone else indignantly said: "That overseer is not right, we won’t follow him next time. What age are we in to still have such penny-pinchers... I haven’t seen one in years."

"Yeah, driven mad by penny-pinching. Such people can’t get rich blaming their bad luck!"

While the men murmured and grumbled, the scrambled eggs in the pot were scooped into large basins, followed by another pot.

So many eggs, so many eggs, so many eggs...

Even though they had already seen the cracking of eggs earlier, now as the eggs expanded, heated up, and got crisply fragrant...

The feeling was completely different.