59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

Bai Fengping was very helpful and directly gave Chen Feng his handwritten notes on how to learn the craft, which included all the requirements and techniques for frying tea.

"Xiao Chen, I can only lend this to you temporarily. I will pass it on to my son and grandson in the future."

Chen Feng opened it and quickly read through it. After taking note, he said, "Master Bai, don't worry. I'll copy it now. You don't need to take it back."

Look at him taking a pen and writing quickly on the spot.

Master Bai quickly said, "The notebook contains a lot of information."

"It's okay, at most half an hour." Chen Feng said confidently.

The diary does contain a lot of content, covering a variety of production methods.

This is because different teas have differences in the frying process, and each tea has its own unique frying process and taste.

This is a relatively complex craft.

Master Bai was about to persuade him, but he soon discovered that Chen Feng's writing speed was really fast, and the cursive characters looked quite beautiful.

The only problem is that most of them don’t know it!

Embarrassing! This is a prize-winning work of cursive calligraphy by a Chongqing native. I can only say that my Bachelor of Arts degree is still a little low. After looking at it for a long time, Master Bai came to a conclusion: "This is simplified Chinese. It is indeed much faster to write. If it were traditional Chinese, with so many characters, it would take an hour or two to write."

“Yes, it is indeed simplified Chinese.”

Shazhu didn't recognize a single word and pretended to understand.

He has little education, but he can't let down his team at this time!

"Xiao Chen writes very fast, and his cursive writing is really beautiful."

Xu Xingyao had read books before and could recognize a few words, but he had to admit that this thing looked very much like the talismans drawn by Taoist priests in his hometown. The lines and outlines were so similar.

It is said that this kind of text can ward off evil spirits and drive away ghosts!

I don’t know whether it’s true or not!

Chen Feng finished copying in just twenty minutes.

In fact, he mainly copied and summarized the key words, omitting a lot of unnecessary words.

"Master Bai, thank you."

Master Bai asked, "Do you want to go to the workshop and see how it's fried?"

Chen Feng shook his head and said, "No need, I just cook it myself and drink it myself, no need to be so troublesome."

The main thing is that even if you have watched it, you still have to try it yourself.

There was no need for that. The Biluochun in the space had already formed a tea forest, which was enough for him to experiment with the best techniques such as the heat and frequency of stir-frying.

"If you have something to do, go ahead and wait until you are free next time. Come to me directly and I will take you to the workshop. Don't worry, it's not a big deal. There are many people who come to the factory to learn how to make tea."

Master Bai thought Chen Feng was afraid of affecting his work, so he smiled and said, "Besides, our factory also has apprentices sent by other factories to learn from us. They are all watching and learning."

Chen Feng thanked him again: "Thank you, Master Bai. I am busy today. We have to go to the steel mill later. I will come to visit you next time."

"Okay, when you get to the guard, just tell him my name." Bai Fengping patted his shoulders with his big hands.

The master chef has very strong wrists and his hands are covered with calluses.

Stir-frying tea does not require much strength, and this master chef must have done a lot of other heavy work.

After leaving the workshop area, Chen Feng thanked Xu Xingyao again.

"Thank you, Brother Xu."

"What are you thanking me for? It's just a small thing, but you gave me a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes. I feel embarrassed." Xu Xingyao didn't want cigarettes, but Chen Feng forced them on him.

If it was just an ordinary cigarette, he would have accepted it.

But this is Zhonghua cigarette!

So confused!

If I don't take it, I'll feel bad. But if I take this thing out and smoke it, it's so face-saving!

Most workshop directors smoke the Daqianmen cigarette.

I accepted it, but felt sorry for him.

Fortunately, Chen Feng was determined to give it to him, and he couldn't stop him. He pushed it over, but Chen Feng's extremely quick hands stuffed it into his shirt pocket again.

He didn't even see the process.

In the end, it was Shazhu who solved the problem with just one sentence.

"Brother, you don't want it, give it to me."

Don't even think about it!

Xu Xingyao hid the cigarette in his trouser pocket.

I sent Chen Feng and Sha Zhu to the gate and watched them leave quickly on their bicycles.

The security guard from the security department asked with a smile: "That dark-looking fool is your junior brother, right?"

Xu Xingyao was very kind to Chen Feng and the others, but he was not so good-tempered towards the security guard.

Calling his junior fellow apprentice stupid is almost the same as calling his younger brother stupid.

"You are the big fool. My junior brother has some black spots, but he is not stupid. If you talk nonsense next time, I will talk to your section chief."

The security guard smiled awkwardly and dared not talk back.

These chefs are still very prestigious among the upper and middle levels of their factories. If the factory director, department heads, and section chiefs want to eat good food, they have to ask these chefs for help.

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"Zhu Zi, you have learned skills from three schools, so you must have a lot of fellow apprentices, right?" Chen Feng rode his bicycle at full speed towards the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. After all, he was leaving his job and could not affect his lunch and let down Silly Zhu.

"You know what, I really have a lot." Sha Zhu held on to the back seat of the car tightly and suddenly laughed.

"Contact them more often when you have time. After all, they are fellow disciples. If you maintain these relationships, they may be able to help you in the future." Chen Feng reminded.

His second uncle Chen Jianguo has a lot of friends, from all walks of life.

If there is any movement, you will receive the news at the first time.

"No, lunatic, what other skills do you want to learn?" Sha Zhu looked at his back in surprise. Chen Feng, as a student, not only learned medicine from the old man, but also learned martial arts, marksmanship, and cooking.

Now he can add tea frying to the mix, and he's almost an all-rounder.

"I won't learn, but I'll let you maintain the relationship. Maybe in the future you'll need to ask your brothers for help, or your brothers will come to you for help, and you can help and support each other. Maybe in the future you'll have several sons, and the eldest will inherit your position, and the second son will need your brothers' help to go to another factory?"

Sha Zhu agreed with what Chen Feng's sons said. He had already made plans to have three or four sons, but work was not so easy to arrange, so he would definitely need to find someone to help him.

"Well, I'll hang out with everyone when I have time. But, crazy man, my son won't be able to find a job in the future, won't you help?"

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Sure, I'm going to join the army in the future. If your son is not good at studying and cooking, I will get him a job in the kitchen."

"Screw you, I might as well let him do the screwing in the factory!"

Sha Zhu cursed with a smile.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the kitchen team is still very good, because the kitchen team at least has one good skill.

Ordinary soldiers can only find new jobs after retirement, and their jobs are not as good as those in the kitchen team.

After all, only those who are non-commissioned officers or above and have made meritorious contributions have the hope of entering state-owned enterprises or the system. Ordinary soldiers do not have such good luck.

However, these days, countless people in rural areas want to join the army and eat military rations, but they can't even get in!

But for the middle class in the city, working in the kitchen means no future. It is better to work in a factory for a few years, where you can at least get promoted one or two levels.