Siheyuan: Started in 1950, third-level cook

Hearing this, Chen Jun glanced at Xu Damao.

A meteoric rise?

If I remember correctly, Xu Damao in the original drama did not become a leader after marrying Lou Xiao'e. Later, because he disliked Lou Xiao'e's inability to have children, he had affairs with several women, two of whom were considered to have snatched away Sha Zhu's love.

Finally, he took the lead in reporting Lou Bancheng, forcing Lou Bancheng to leave Sijiu City in the middle of the night.

"Your current wife is pretty good." Chen Jun said casually.

Although he married Hou Guifang by accident, Hou Guifang behaved very well in the courtyard. She actively integrated into the circle of aunties, washed clothes and cooked every day, and did not spend money recklessly.

At first, everyone in the hospital thought that Hou Guifang was not worthy of Xu Damao, but as time went on, everyone felt that they were quite a good match.

"What a fart!"

Xu Damao seemed to have been touched on a sore spot. He muttered something in annoyance, then stood up and pedaled his bicycle, no longer riding side by side with Chen Jun.

Chen Jun was too lazy to care about Xu Damao. When he arrived at the steel rolling mill, Chen Jun went to the cafeteria as usual. When he passed by the warehouse, he heard Director Song losing his temper inside.

There was nothing to do now, so Chen Jun simply opened the warehouse door and walked in. Only then did he see Director Song scolding a buyer.

"Big Head, you are also a regular purchaser in our factory. Why did you buy a bucket of this stuff?"

"Didn't you grow up on a farm? You've never seen these things being used to feed chickens and ducks, but you spent the price of two fish to buy a bucket of snails."

Ok?

Snail?

When Chen Jun heard about this, he walked over with great interest. After a quick glance, he found that the purchasing agent named Big Head had purchased at least 30 kilograms of snails.

Tsk tsk, snails can only be fed to chickens and ducks in this era, not even to pigs, mainly because of the lack of suitable seasonings. Home cooking only requires boiling them in light salt water and at most a little sesame oil. The snail meat tastes bland and has an earthy smell.

But in later generations, a plate of fried snails with sauce is considered a hot-seller in barbecue restaurants. At least six or seven out of ten tables of guests order fried snails with sauce, and they can't stop eating them once they start.

Although there is not much meat, the taste is really good. With some beer, it is so delicious.

"Director, I buy snails because they are cheap, that's why..." Big Head shrank his neck but couldn't help muttering.

"You dare to talk back?" Director Song was almost amused by the big head and wanted to continue to lecture him, but when he saw Chen Jun coming in, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, learn a lesson this time and don't collect these junk in the future."

"Hey, Director, I understand!" Big Head scratched the back of his head, nodded at Chen Jun, and then left.

Director Song unscrewed the cup in his hand, took two sips, and then said, "If the man surnamed Li had not already gone in, I would have suspected that he had deliberately sent Datou to piss me off."

"You can ask the staff in the cafeteria to take these snails away and feed them to the pigs."

Chen Jun smiled and shook his head: "It's such a waste to feed the pigs. These snails are actually quite delicious, but many people don't know how to make them."

"Are you sure this thing tastes good?" Director Song's eyes suddenly lit up as if he had discovered a new continent.

Based on his understanding of Chen Jun, that sentence just now should not be a joke.

Moreover, he has 100% trust in Chen Jun's cooking skills. The seafood he brought at the beginning was also cooked by Chen Jun with unique features. Even the most ordinary ingredients will become delicious in Chen Jun's hands.

But... Director Song couldn't figure out how to make snails delicious?

First of all, it has a strong earthy smell, and secondly, there is very little meat.

"Just wait and see!"

Chen Jun didn't explain too much. He flipped through the snails in the bucket and found that the quality was pretty good. There were no very small ones, but there were some very large ones that looked like apple snails.

Carrying a bucket of snails back to the cafeteria, he soon attracted the attention of Sha Zhu and others.

"Hey, Director Chen, you're not going to make this thing, are you?" Sha Zhu asked puzzledly.

Although the other people in the cafeteria didn't ask, confusion could be seen on their faces.

Chen Jun nodded, handed the bucket to Sha Zhu and said, "Find someone to clean the snails and soak them in water to remove the sand. Remember to change the water several times, and then find a pair of pliers to clamp the snails' tails."

It takes a lot of effort to process snails, so Chen Jun didn't plan to do it himself.

It’s really like making snails!

Sha Zhu scratched his chin and didn't ask any more questions. Since Chen Jun decided to make snails, these snails must be edible and most likely delicious.

Hey!

Today I can learn something from Chen Jun again.

Sha Zhu gave the task of processing the snails to a careful handyman, and then went to work.

At about eleven o'clock in the morning, Chen Jun came to the kitchen. Seeing that the snails had been processed, he began to prepare the condiments for the stir-fried snails with sauce.

Sha Zhu, who had just finished frying a big pot of food, hurried over.

"Heat up the oil in a pan!"

After the temperature rose, Chen Jun unscrewed a bottle, scooped a few spoonfuls of bean paste from it and threw it into the pot and stir-fried it.

"Squeak~Squeak~"

The moment the bean paste touched the pot, it made a sizzling sound, followed by a rich aroma of bean paste. After stirring it a few times with a spoon, boiling red fat appeared in the pot.

Ok? ? ?

Sha Zhu took a deep breath and looked at the bottle that Chen Jun took out with some surprise.

"It smells so good, did you put bean paste in it?" Sha Zhu asked tentatively, and then said uncertainly: "Bean paste doesn't seem to smell that good."

"This is Pixian bean paste," Chen Jun explained.

Although there was bean paste in this era, its production method and material ratio were not as good as the Pixian bean paste that became popular in later generations.

"Pixian Doubanjiang?" Sha Zhu frowned, "I've never heard of it. Can I buy it at the supply and marketing cooperative?"

"I couldn't buy it, so I asked a friend from another city to buy it for me."

Chen Jun made up a lie and said that the Pixian bean paste was actually signed in, and there were several boxes of it.

"No wonder!"

Sha Zhu muttered something and secretly memorized the name of Pixian Doubanjiang in his heart.

When other people in the kitchen smelled the aroma, they all came over. To them, the taste of Pixian bean paste was very unique and more fragrant than any other sauce.

Chen Jun simply fried a pot, and they were so greedy that they couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

It is no exaggeration to say that they can eat three steamed buns just with the fried Pixian bean paste.

smell good!

Qin Huairu, who had just returned from the pigsty, smelled a different smell before she even stepped into the cafeteria.

Then he followed the smell to the kitchen and saw Chen Jun busying himself in front of the small stove.

"Once the oil turns red, you can put the snails in it."

While explaining, Chen Jun poured the cleaned snails into the pot.

You know what, the snails were handled perfectly, so clean that even Chen Jun couldn't find any fault with them.