Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 142 - : 142. The gas tank rolls twice_1

Chapter 142: 142. The gas tank rolls twice_1

This answer really surprised Seventh Uncle:

“The locust flowers and bamboo shoots also come from your family’s land?”

Wu Lan was extremely proud: “Yes, there are a few locust trees on the back hill, and there’s plenty of bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest!”

Seventh Uncle was only surprised for a moment by this answer and quickly accepted it.

It wasn’t strange for different mountains to produce different things, after all. When he was a chef traveling around the south and causing a stir, he had even visited a village where the fish tasted incredibly fresh and delicious!

If sold today, people would be willing to pay a thousand yuan per jin for it.

Regrettably, a factory was later built in the village, the river water turned foul, and naturally, there were no more fish.

In any case, he couldn’t help but be filled with anticipation at this moment, and then he sauntered into the kitchen to see:

“There are so many people to feed, and you’re using this small stove?”

The kitchen in the village was quite spacious, with a clay stove lined against the wall for firewood, two large pots on the left and right, and a warm water stove in the middle.

On the other side, there was a cement counter with a gas stove on top, connected to the gas cylinder below by a long tube, making cooking convenient.

But for a chef, without going into detail, even the big iron pot that Song Tan was carefully wrapping and bringing down from outside could beat the two large pots on the clay stove.

In the past, when preparing a large banquet, stoves in the village had to be built on site with yellow clay. Of course, now it was more convenient, as many people would just set up a metal barrel.

But regardless, the tools must be big!

Now, as Seventh Uncle walked into this kitchen, he felt he couldn’t fully stretch out his skills.

Wu Lan didn’t feel awkward at all:

“Uncle, you know, we didn’t expect to invite so many people all at once, and we’ve been busy lately and just have to make do.”

Seventh Uncle glanced at the two curious aunties outside, who were looking over, and then raised his voice slightly:

“Daughter-in-law, Tantan is paying my salary to come here as a chef, so I have to make some demands—the kitchen is too small, I can’t work properly.”

“It’s alright to make do for a couple of days, but if this is going to be a long-term arrangement, you’ll need to find a spot in the yard to build me a shelter, and set up two more stoves under it.”

This request could not be simpler.

In any other context, if the conversation had taken place in any five-star restaurant, Seventh Uncle would have had the final say in the entire kitchen.

But now… he only had the final say on two clay stoves.

Wu Lan glanced at the yard subconsciously.

To be honest, even a large yard seemed to have shrunk step by step since her daughter returned.

Space needed to be cleared for sorting vegetables, a dog kennel had to be built, and there had to be accessibility for cars to drive in for loading and unloading…

But eating was a big deal, and as soon as she thought about her child’s future, she didn’t hesitate and just nodded her head:

“Don’t worry, as soon as we’re done with the busy period we’ll fix it up right away.”

After all, it was their own homestead land, and it was just a shelter; enlarging it wouldn’t be a big problem.

Her straightforwardness and lack of fuss pleased Seventh Uncle to no end, satisfaction +2.

Since that’s the case…

“How many people at noon? Have you rinsed the rice? Let me do it.”

“Ah?” Wu Lan was startled: “Aren’t you going to take a rest?”

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Seventh Uncle couldn’t help but glance at her, thinking to himself that he had rested enough years in the city. Now that he had encountered such fine ingredients, how could he not take over the cooking and leave it to them to possibly spoil with their skills?

Without further ado, he entered the kitchen: “Hurry up, Song Tan, bring all my spices in!”

“Pay attention to that jar of bean paste—daughter-in-law, have you cooked the pork? Bring it here for me to slice after it’s done. At noon, I’ll use the onions and bean paste to stir-fry the pork. I see you’ve bought quite a lot of onions.”

And for good reason, onions are cheap!

“And these bamboo shoots, hurry and peel them! Don’t throw away the tender outer layers, I’ll dice them up and stir-fry with chilies and garlic cloves as a side dish — it’s the perfect accompaniment to rice.”

“Right, we’re short on time today, so don’t bother saving the slightly tougher outer layers. We don’t have time to deal with them, just throw them away. Otherwise, with those people wolfing down their food, they might just swallow them without chewing properly, and that’s a hassle.”

The outer layers of older bamboo shoots are fibrous and tough, with sharp edges that offer a unique texture compared to the tender ones, but are not easily digested.

They’re not suitable for the fast-eating situation at hand.

When Seventh Uncle got going, the way he wielded the spatula was as if he was holding a royal seal, deciding on a whim what to stir-fry.

Wu Lan was momentarily stunned, then raised her voice:

“Qiaoqiao! Qiaoqiao! Hurry and help your Seventh Uncle!”

Although apprentices these days aren’t expected to be at their masters’ beck and call like the indentured apprentices of the past, they should at least show some enthusiasm, right?

Wu Lan was certainly enthusiastic.

Seventh Uncle, remembering the crybaby in the car, suddenly deflated, “Never mind, let him rest for now. He must be tired from this morning.”

And wasn’t he just tired?

That guy! He cried his eyes out in the car, sobbing and sniffling nonstop, even after wiping away his tears, still unable to stop the sniffles.

The kitchen was too small as it was; another person would just be in the way.

“It’s almost noon, we can’t afford to be disrupted. It’s better to let that silly kid rest.”

Seventh Uncle was extremely considerate.

However, as gently as he phrased it, Wu Lan, unaware of the circumstances, took it as a reason for silent celebration:

Is my Qiaoqiao really that likable? To think Seventh Uncle is already so fond of him after just one meeting — oh, what an excellent master to recognize!

The two exchanged a glance, both delighted.

…

The two clay stoves, one for stir-frying, the other for cooking rice, were still not efficient enough.

Seventh Uncle turned his attention to the gas stove nearby, but Wu Lan felt a jolt in her heart:

“Uncle, let’s just use the clay stove for this noon. The gas we got this time isn’t good; it keeps going out in the middle of cooking.”

She wanted to show Seventh Uncle, but when she tried to start the stove, the ignition didn’t work no matter how long she twisted the knob, and even using a lighter didn’t help.

Thinking it over, she called out loudly, “Tantan! Tantan!”

“Tantan, come here, roll the gas canister on the ground a couple of times.”

Song Tan: …

This operation looked dangerous no matter how you sliced it, but everyone seemed used to it and didn’t think much of it.

Watching Seventh Uncle frowning as he fussed over a small pot, she was actually relieved,

Fortunately, with Seventh Uncle around in the future, we won’t have much need for this gas stove.

But that being said, with so many people to feed at noon, and sometimes needing to blanch vegetables, it was still necessary to set up another pot.

So, she promptly unscrewed the gas canister and then rolled it around in the courtyard a couple of times.

Just as she was picking up the gas stove, two women who came down the mountain to use the toilet caught sight of her.

Their gazes lingered for a moment on her tall, slender figure, and then shifted to her casually carrying the gas canister as if it were as easy as carrying a kettle.

After a brief silence, the two hurried into the toilet, muttering:

“I knew the midday meal was going to be good, just look at the strength of that girl!”

Song Tan: ???

Had the reputation of her delicious dishes already spread so far?