The Sweetness of the Seventies
Chapter 393 - 364 Delaying Time, Testing_1

Chapter 393: Chapter 364 Delaying Time, Testing_1

The person hesitated, and the hand that was signing stopped.

"I feel like it’s less than before, please check it again," He Tiantian said. Actually, she had no idea whether it was less than before or not; she was just trying to buy time for the Snake King to read the memory!

The maid and the chef were both surprised, but since He Tiantian had spoken, they did not feel it was appropriate to object. If something really was missing, they would have to compensate for it themselves.

By the time the Snake King had finished reading the memory, the maid and the chef had already counted everything again.

He Tiantian nodded and said, "It was my mistake, sorry for the trouble."

The person signed, then handed the small notebook back to the maid.

As the person’s car slowly drove away, He Tiantian turned to the maid and the chef.

"Don’t use these ingredients," He Tiantian said. There was poison in them, and she had to stop it.

"Why?" the maid was startled, somewhat displeased. Without these ingredients, there simply wouldn’t be enough food left in the house.

"Didn’t you notice that the person who delivered the ingredients today was different?" He Tiantian countered, "Also, didn’t you find it odd that the person seemed a bit nervous when I asked you to count again, but he didn’t object?"

"Yes, the previous delivery person was thinner and shorter; this one is taller and stronger. It’s certain they’re not the same person." The chef pondered and then said, "The ingredients ordered by the madam are all top-quality, and the quantities are confirmed beforehand. There has never been a mistake. We were just doubting their professionalism and integrity; usually, they would explain a bit, but that person said nothing, which is indeed unusual, unless he’s mute."

"Obviously, this is a job that requires communication. A mute wouldn’t be suitable," the maid shrugged, indicating she also had her suspicions.

The chef and the maid had worked here for a long time, and they felt a certain loyalty to the estate and its owners. Moreover, Anna and Qi Shuliang were good employers. They paid high salaries and were easy to get along with, so they cherished their jobs.

He Tiantian nodded and said, "Now that we have so many bodyguards in the house, you must have realized some important things are happening. In that case, let’s be cautious. If possible, let’s take some of each of these ingredients to be tested."

"But what if there isn’t enough food at home? Are we not eating today?" the maid asked anxiously. If she couldn’t serve a meal on time, it would be her dereliction of duty, a mistake she didn’t want to make.

"It’s alright. I will take responsibility for whatever happens; just be careful with everything," He Tiantian assured her. "I’ll take care of lunch."

Qi Zhenghan came out for a walk and, hearing this conversation, thought for a moment before saying, "This is an urgent matter; you won’t be blamed. Uncle Sam, your son works in a testing facility. You could send some there for Mike to test."

This chef had been working at the estate since the grandfather was alive, so Qi Zhenghan did not treat him as an outsider.

"Alright, I’ll go now," said Sam, the chef, who arranged to have the items packed into a train car under cover of other things, preparing to take them to his son for testing.

Qi Zhenghan wrote a check and handed it to Sam, the chef, saying, "Doing these tests privately requires renting equipment; here’s the fee. Thanks for your hard work!"

"Alright, kid, I’ll have Mike get to it as fast as he can," Uncle Sam took the check and said heartily.

Once Uncle Sam had left, the maid turned to Qi Zhenghan and He Tiantian.

"What are we having for lunch?" Qi Zhenghan asked with a smile in his eyes as he looked toward He Tiantian.

Ah, what to do now?

Such a fine and caring gentleman!

If she had a daughter, she would certainly want Qi Zhenghan as a son-in-law.

He Tiantian shook off the clutter of thoughts in her mind and smiled, "Do we have flour at home?"

"Yes, we do!" the maid said. "There are several hundred pounds of flour at home!"

"What was left over from yesterday?" He Tiantian asked. Having food supplies meant there was no fear of going hungry.

"We still have rice, onions, carrots, eggs, beef, and some chicken wings," the maid replied. Counting them up, there really was a lot at home.

He Tiantian thought for a moment and said, "Since Uncle Sam isn’t here today, I’ll join you in cooking. Zhenghan, could you go to the small lake behind and catch some fish? For lunch, we’ll have fish and beef dishes, with rice and noodles as the food."

"That would be great." The maid was very much interested. She knew He Tiantian was also a culinary expert. Each time she cooked with He Tiantian, she would learn to make some simple and delicious Huaxia cuisine.

Qi Zhenghan grabbed a fishing rod to go fishing while Qi Zhengmin followed Third Grandma Qi around the estate gathering wild vegetables.

In the kitchen, He Tiantian had the maid mince the beef, carrots, onions, and some seasonings, ready to prepare the topping for the noodles.

Then He Tiantian started to knead the dough. There were dozens of people in the estate; kneading was a skillful task. Fortunately, the house often needed to make bread, so they had a machine that could mix the dough. Once it was plugged in, it would knead the dough automatically.

Ah, developed countries are just so convenient!

They have not only rice cookers from Japan but also noodle-making machines—it was practically the life He Tiantian had after the year 2000 in her previous life!

In Country M, they reached this level in the seventies.

Ah, no wonder future generations always said that Huaxia Country was at least thirty years behind the United States!

Now by comparison, it’s not just thirty years—it’s at least fifty!

After kneading, the dough needed to rest. The huge lump of dough was placed in a large basin and covered with a thin layer of kitchen plastic wrap.

Next, it was time to roll out the noodles.

At that moment, the maid, like performing magic, brought out a small noodle-making machine from somewhere.

Oh my God!

Developed countries are just too blessed!

If a machine can be used, manual labor is firmly not wasted!

"We bought this a while ago and haven’t used it until now—it’s coming in handy," said the maid excitedly. "If this lunch turns out delicious, it will be used often in the future."

Having the noodle machine made it much quicker and less tiring.

First, the dough was rolled out into a long, twenty-centimeter-wide sheet. Then, with the press of a button, blades that divided the dough sheet emerged and thin noodles were produced. For a better texture, He Tiantian switched to blades with wider gaps, resulting in broader noodles that were chewier when eaten.

By the time she processed all the dough in the basin into noodles, Qi Zhenghan had already caught seven or eight eels.

The maid was adept at handling such fish, so it was left to her.

He Tiantian started on the noodle topping, a whole big pot of it!

The fragrant smell was so enticing that the maid couldn’t help but take notes with a pen whenever she had a moment from dealing with the fish.

After Third Grandma Qi and Qi Zhengmin dug up wild vegetables, He Tiantian checked them, found no problems, and blanched them with hot water to make a cold dish.