Chapter 1438: Chapter 1313: Loofah Water
Master Jiang’s words were completely ignored in the cafeteria.
The vegetable-picking army was gloomily staring at the food on their plates, feeling regret with every bite, but they couldn’t express too much disdain for it, fearing it would hurt Master Jiang’s feelings.
Otherwise, what would they do if his cooking weren’t as delicious in the future?
Since the stead rolls were destined not to be theirs, what was there for them to say?
Those picking Ai Cao sprouts and Yuxing Grass hadn’t returned yet, while the remaining dog owners had already pounced onto their trays, loudly exclaiming:
"Hmm, this braised pork is really fragrant, so authentic."
"Look at this carp, it’s good too, tender at without a fishy sll."
"Have so soup, have so soup, the soup is warm, drinking it is really comforting."
The words exchanged were full of surprise; no one expected the village chef’s skills to be so extraordinary. A bite of food, a bite of rice, and the feeling of a full stomach was simply wonderful!
Until the large stear gave off a warning sound, Master Jiang opened the door, and two young n in the kitchen swiftly donned heatproof gloves, extended their arms, and pulled out a hundred green onion oil stead rolls amidst a billow of steam.
The aroma of green onion oil was especially dominant, mixing with the warm and soft scent of the dough, gradually perating the entire cafeteria.
Just as the Ai Cao sprout gatherers returned on ti, they inhaled deeply upon entering:
"Slls so good!"
At this mont, Dog Brother, holding an empty plate and having only politely sipped a small bowl of sweet soup, rushed forward:
"My stead rolls! Five pieces!"
His hand was stretched out far, fingers spread wide, fearing they might miss counting a finger.
Master Jiang glanced at him; as a chef, the food he ate was actually brought from the mountain, but he always reserved a portion for any small cookout, and now these rolls included five for him.
But he was old, eating too much bread at once wasn’t good, so he skillfully used tongs to place those five rolls onto Dog Brother’s plate and then instructed the kitchen helpers:
"Here, five in total, you three can have one each."
Everyone responded cheerfully.
Unintentionally witnessing this, the dog owners were puzzled: ...??? The chef gets to eat the rolls first?
Looking again at their plates, which held only leftovers from dinner, and patting their already full stomachs—
Are they putting the cart before the horse?
...
Dog Brother cheerfully returned to his seat with the rolls. Seeing everyone staring at him in a daze, he urged:
"What are you standing there for? Eat up! These are great benefits I worked hard for."
Then he grabbed the warm and soft rolls but quickly let go due to the heat, hurriedly touching his ears.
This didn’t stop his eating rhythm; he used chopsticks to hold one, "’a-woo," he took a bite!
Honestly, this dough wasn’t made hardy enough, but precisely because of the delicate ferntation, the green onion oil fully infused with the dough’s aroma.
As you bite into it, soft like a rice cake, your mouth is filled with that dominant fragrance.
And as the slow chewing continued, the special subtle sweetness of dough starch gradually burst on the tip of the tongue, mingling with the taste of green onion oil to create a delightful long-lasting flavor.
Xiaosun was eating so happily his eyes nearly squinted.
The next mont, all the dog owners watching him put down their chopsticks, holding onto their trays, stord the window:
"Stead rolls! My stead rolls!"
"Five for !"
"Mine, mine!"
The villagers who were just about to queue: ...
They thought that no one was coming to get them, assuming there would be extra servings today, sigh!
Dog owners inspecting the rolls, inhaling the alluring scent, couldn’t help but want to gobble them down and eat to their heart’s content, but the problem was their stomachs were full now.
Even though these rolls were overly soft and lacked solidity, they were large!
If one were to eat them, the food would reach one’s throat.
Everyone cautiously took a bite, instantly overwheld by this unprecedented taste, then glared accusingly at Dog Brother—
Such a good thing!!!
Dog Brother wasn’t taking the bla: "Didn’t I warn you?"
He thought with pride that he was just short of kowtowing to them earlier, now you see the points, don’t you?
Alright.
Everyone, feeling defeated, sat back down—Dog Brother not only warned them but warned them more than once.
But...
"What does it matter?"
Soone stood up, holding their full belly, aggressively walked to the kitchen window, and shouted:
"Chef, do you have any sandwich bags?"
Of course, there were, quite a few rolls of them. Zhai Xiaofeng smiled and leaned over: "Yes, how many do you need?"
The person extended their finger: "One is enough, my stead rolls won’t be finished tonight, just pack them up."
"They should be edible chilled, right?" he looked at Zhai Xiaofeng, which made Zhai Xiaofeng hesitate a bit.
"It’s made with lard..."
Speaking of eating, it was definitely edible; they are country folks who can eat. But whether those with weak digestive systems could eat them or not, that was unknown.
But although the person asked, they didn’t seem to want to hear opinions, already happily accepting the bag and making a plan: "Keep it, I’ll eat a couple as a midnight snack tonight, and a couple with porridge tomorrow morning!"
And one more... the last one had surely already gone into his stomach, which explained the fullness?
Seeing this, the others suddenly understood and rushed to the kitchen window once again:
"I want a bag too."
" too."
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