Chapter 5 (1/2)

T/L: This is my first attempt at MTLing a novel, this is the result of two translation, plus the Chinese dictionary. I hope that it makes for an alright read. This is also unedited sorry my apologizes.

Cui Qichao bluntly ate the two dishes in the insulated bucket, and his face suddenly changed. “Wow gross -“

He didn't know some of the ingredients in the food. He had a preliminary understanding when he eats it, and he also had a sense of ident.i.ty from the purpose.

This kind of placement is too arrogant and has not considered the compatibility of the ingredients. The seasoning is also quite arbitrary. Although it seems that he is the boss, and has a lot of authority inside, he can't change the fundamental problem.

The food is unpalatable.

Cui Qichao is naturally close to these plants, he tasted them, understands their characteristics, deeply understands each part of them, and deeply feels sorry for their end.

“No…” Cui Qichao muttered, how could his men have such a terrible dish? And such a difficult dish to eat, there are so many students who have to endure the pain every day. After all, it is the 21st century, these children are too poor!

Cui Qichao looked at his schedule, cut out his daily observation of the existing planted peppers, research on various grains, study agricultural books, and indeed he could set aside some time, to adjust the dishes one by one.

He needs to get a first look at the common ingredients and the cooking methods used here, and then use his instinct to understand the food to find out what works best for them, improving and normalizing the production process.

The big pot canteen dishes do not use complicated techniques. As long as Cui Qichao can count the data that he thinks is the most suitable, it can achieve unified operation, and the taste will not be too far away.

Cui Qichao endured a few mouthfuls, to understand the taste of the dish.

Xiaobai wandered around, staring at Cui's face, holding his arm with his paws.

”Is Xiaobai hungry?” Cui Qichao remembered that the cat had not eaten yet. He got up and took some beef, and gave him an extra egg. He trained as usual before meals.

The kitten is not old enough, teaching one action a day is enough, teaching too much at a time would make the kitten inevitably confused. At this stage, it is also based on obedience training.

Cui Qichao gestured to the white paw, “Handshake.”

Xiaobai was forced to put his claws on Cui Qichao's palm. The soft claw pad was not too much honed. It seems that Cui Qichao is a little hard, and the tender claw pad can squeeze out the water*. (T/N: It's an idiom which I can't find the meaning of.)

Who would have thought that such a soft kitten will grow up with enough strength and brain power to run a sheep on the gra.s.slands?

Cui Qichao fed it to eat a piece of meat as a reward and taught it several times. Xiaobai realized that handshaking means he can eat meat. Cui Qichao subconsciously commented: “The reaction is a little slow, generally within five times it should be able to learn, is the shepherd cat more silly.”

Xiaobai looked at Cui Qichao with a faint look.

Cui Qichao did not notice that he had smashed the head of Xiaobai. Although he was stupid, he was given to the canteen, and he could not abandon it. He might have the possibility of metamorphosis. Let's teach new moves tomorrow.

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After two days, Cui Qichao learned and prepared the precise recipes of two dishes by taking time to taste the dishes. The ingredients used in the canteen are mostly braised potato pieces and loofah scrambled eggs.

Braised Potato Pieces Loofah scrambled Eggs

“What do you rely on to make students eat well?” Cui Qichao asked the cooks.

MasterChef: “Well, real ingredients? Responsibility? Love? “

Cui Qichao took out weight scale and an electronic clock, ”It's a precise recipe.”

This is the respect for the planter and food, don't do it again. With combinations and cooking methods, the ingredients will die.

In the production of Chinese cuisine, “the right amount” is usually a very mysterious standard, and most of the time it relies on the experience of the chef. Cui Qichao is trying to make the best degree of “the right amount” with precision. Otherwise, he can't personally a.s.sume the use of the cooking staff.

The canteen chef can't rely on his hand sense to get the accurate weight of grams, but the two dishes, have been calculated by Cui Qichao. From the canteen's large iron pan capacity to the heat, and standardize all the data, from the ingredient chopper, the weight is put together.

This will indeed cost more time than before and even increase labor costs, but Cui Qichao feels that in order to save poor students, it will also save the ingredients, so why not?

As the start date approaches, C University students returned to school.

They all came from home, either bringing home-made dishes, or their living expenses are abundant, but they can go without going to the canteen.

Meng Chang has no choice. His family conditions are average, even a little difficult, his tuition is by scholars.h.i.+p, he usually works to earn living expenses and he even has to send some of it to his sister back home.

“Are you really going to abandon me?” Meng Chang asked his roommates while grumbling.

“You can go with us to eat at Lin Biao's, because it's the start of the school season, with a student ID card your meal can be discounted. It's no big deal that we'll ask you together.” His roommates indifferently said.

“It's just like going to sleep next door. People pay more for a single meal.”

“It's still not.” Meng Chang is not very embarra.s.sed. Usually, everyone is enough to take care of him, and he is not good at taking advantage of it.

Everyone looks at each other, this school first meal, land they are abandoning Meng Chang they feel really embarra.s.sed.

Meng Chang took the lunch box and was ready to go to the cafeteria. When he went out, someone ran to his shoulder. “We talked it over and decided to not go to Lin Biao's and accompany you to the cafeteria.”

Meng Changyi said, “Don't, brother, really, I am joking. You are going to eat at Lin Biao's when you are on holiday.”

“What a joke, Lin Biao's discount lasts for  two weeks, but the pomegranate fried in a canteen is not every meal!”

“I am going,  hahahahahaha.”

Everyone laughed.

Meng Chang overflowed with warmth and knew that they were accommodating themselves. “I am embarra.s.sed to let you eat a canteen together… However, I wrote a proposal to them two days ago, maybe it will improve. A canteen was changed to a new boss, and last time I did say that he made a delicious dish for me with only leftovers.”

As soon as I talked about this, everyone spoke in a few words.