Food: Senior year internship, you take over the university cafeteria

Chapter 54 Mutual Selling

Wang Sheng looked at the message and smiled.

He replied, "Helping out on-site is fine. The rule is only for students and faculty of our school to participate in the fishing competition. As for you—are you going to be a special guest recorder? Occasionally help out with the fishing? [smile]"

The other end replied instantly: "Deal!!! Brother Wang is so generous! No, wait! You're my brother-in-law! [clasped hands] [fighting]"

"Brother-in-law?" Wang Sheng was stunned.

The siblings are both adept at selling each other out.

Wang Sheng put down his phone and looked at the "Saliva Fish (3 stars)" and "Passing on the Torch" tasks on the system panel.

Time is tight.

Within three weeks, Chen Mo must master the basics of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) and obtain the "Max Level Skill Upgrade Card".

At the same time, we need to elevate the Samsung saliva fish to a level that will amaze the entire audience!

At four in the morning, the operating room was brightly lit.

Wang Sheng, wearing an apron, looked at the flour and water basin piled on the cutting board.

"Kneading dough is fundamental; the water-to-flour ratio, water temperature, pressure, and time all need to be perfect. Today, let's learn the simplest ratio first."

Chen Mo nodded nervously, imitating Wang Sheng as he scooped out flour. "Senior, this—so much?"

"Follow the proportions." Wang Sheng instructed him as he poured water and stirred. "Don't just stir; knead it in and feel the dough's changes."

Chen Mo kneaded the dough vigorously, but it was either too dry or too wet, either sticky or falling apart. Sweat quickly seeped from his forehead. Wang Sheng didn't say much, only offering guidance at crucial points: "Too little water, add some." "You've over-kneaded it, the gluten will break, let it rest for a while."

After several attempts, the dough finally took shape, but it was nowhere near as smooth and elastic as the dough Wang Sheng had kneaded. Chen Mo was somewhat frustrated.

"Day 1, normal. Remember how it feels, continue tomorrow."

Wang Sheng patted him on the shoulder and started preparing the filling, letting Chen Mo watch from the side. "Choose pork from the foreleg, three parts fat and seven parts lean, and mince it twice. The scallion and ginger water is key; it removes the fishy smell and enhances the aroma. Add it in batches and stir until it becomes sticky."

He worked quickly, and the minced meat soon became sticky and shiny in his hands.

Chen Mo watched intently, trying to remember every detail. Between preparing the ingredients, Wang Sheng also kept an eye on the steamed buns in the steamer, his hands and feet constantly moving.

Only then did Chen Mo truly realize the intensity of Wang Sheng's daily work.

During the daytime, the window is open for business, and Chen Mo follows behind Lin Xiaowen to do odd jobs, such as clearing away dishes, wiping tables, and replenishing side dishes and seasonings.

During peak hours, the crowds were so large that just maintaining order in the queues and responding to people's urging left him hoarse.

He saw Wang Sheng standing behind the window, his hands moving so fast they were almost invisible as he retrieved the cage, packed the food, collected the cash, and responded to orders. His voice was calm and clear, without a trace of panic.

And it lasts so long without getting tired.

This body...efficiency, Chen Mo admired from the bottom of his heart.

A few days later, Chen Mo was able to knead the dough to a passable consistency.

Wang Sheng began teaching him how to make steamed buns.

"The skin should be thicker in the middle and thinner around the edges, the filling should not be too much, the pleats should be even and tight, and the opening should be sealed tightly."

Wang Sheng demonstrated, his fingers flying across the paper, and a perfectly pleated, round and plump xiaolongbao was instantly formed.

Chen Mo picked up the rolled-out dough and tried to put in the filling and pleat it. The first one fell apart, and the soup leaked all over his hand.

The second one was crooked, like a flattened dumpling. The third one was barely pinched together, but the pleats were crooked and twisted, like a centipede.

Wang Sheng didn't laugh, but picked up the buns he had made and pointed out the problems: "The pleats here are too tight, and the opening is too loose."

"This is too difficult, senior!" Chen Mo looked at his disastrous work and felt a little discouraged.

"Practice makes perfect. I practiced countless times back then," Wang Sheng said calmly. "Continue."

The logistics department delivered the preliminary plan for the competition. The venue is located east of the waterfront platform at Jingyue Lake, with twenty fishing spots designated. Wang Sheng needs to set up a temporary stove for the cooking area, and the school will reimburse the cost.

Wang Sheng simply asked Su Hang to help him rent an apartment.

Safety, registration, and order maintenance are the responsibility of the logistics department and the fishing association.

Progress on Meng Qiuke's side is progressing rapidly.

The fishing association's "Ecological Research and Fishing Exchange" section became popular overnight.

Meng Qiuke pinned a photo of the principal personally visiting the kitchen and tasting the braised carp to the top of his chat, along with a passionate declaration: "Bring glory to the school! Fishing King Competition! Limited spots available, first come, first served! Fishing skill assessment standards will be announced later!"

The post had dozens of pages of comments and registration messages. Some questioned whether the fish from Jingyue Lake were safe to eat, to which Meng Qiuke simply posted a scanned copy of the school's "Ecological Balance Research Fishing Permit," silencing the critics. The forum administrator also featured the competition news on the front page of the main forum.

Chen Mo's progress was clearly visible. Although his buns were still not as pretty as Wang Sheng's, at least they weren't showing any filling, and the pleats were gradually taking shape.

Wang Sheng had him wrap a basket of dumplings by himself and steam them. After they were cooked, Chen Mo watched them nervously.

The buns were of varying sizes and looked a bit ugly, but none of them were broken.

"Try it." Wang Sheng picked one up.

Chen Mo picked one up and carefully bit into it. There wasn't much broth, the meat filling lacked freshness, and it was a bit sticky.

But he made it himself! It's edible! And it's better than most steamed buns from other shops!

"Senior—I—" Chen Mo looked at Wang Sheng, her eyes a little red.

Free lessons!

You can reap the rewards simply by doing some manual labor!

"You've passed." Wang Sheng nodded. "You've passed the basics. If you want to do better, you need to practice and think things through. Starting tomorrow, you'll be in charge of preparing some of the xiaolongbao ingredients, starting with kneading the dough and mixing the filling."

"Yes!" Chen Mo nodded vigorously, his voice filled with excitement and gratitude.

He's really learned something! With this skill, he might be able to open a small shop and support himself in the future!

[Ding! Special Mission: Passing on the Torch] Progress Update! Apprentice Chen Mo has "started to master the art of making xiaolongbao (basic version)"!

They expressed their deep gratitude and appreciation! Task completion rate: 80%!

Wang Sheng was overjoyed. It would be soon!

On the weekend, Su Hang arrived in a small truck. In the back of the truck were two brand-new, high-powered oil stoves with impressive flame output markings.

There is also a six-meter-long stainless steel countertop with double sinks and two layers of storage shelves, making it as professional as a hotel kitchen.

"Brother Wang, let's inspect the goods!" Su Hang patted the stove, looking smug. "The latest model oil-fired high-powered stove, the continuous heat is incredibly stable, stir-frying is no problem! This countertop, 304 stainless steel, thickened surface, can withstand heavy loads! It's in the school gymnasium warehouse, we can take it over for installation and testing anytime!"

"Thanks, Su Hang," Wang Sheng said sincerely. "I'll transfer the money to you."

"Don't rush, let's talk about it after the competition. Consider this my equipment sponsorship 'entry ticket'!"

Su Hang waved his hand, leaned closer, and lowered his voice, "Brother Wang, I've got the camera all set, professional-grade. I guarantee I'll capture you looking absolutely stunning, making all the anglers and foodies online drool! We'll share this wave of attention!"

Wang Sheng's lips curled up slightly.

Suzhou and Hangzhou were shrewd in their calculations, but they did indeed provide a great deal of help.

But we're still short-staffed.

Upon hearing this, Brother Liu proactively approached him: "Brother Wang, my stall will be closed on the day of the competition. I can bring two employees to help you! They can scale and gut fish, do all the lifting and carrying! As long as meals are provided!"

"Thanks, Brother Liu!" Wang Sheng said without hesitation. Brother Liu was honest and efficient.

There's still one week until the competition.

The logistics department notified Wang Sheng to go to Jingyue Lake to confirm the location of the cooking area.

Meng Qiuke also arrived, bringing several key members of the fishing association, excitedly gesturing as they set up the famous fishing spots.

Looking at the spacious waterfront platform and the shimmering Mirror Moon Lake, Wang Sheng imagined the scene of crowds and fish being cooked on the spot that day, feeling both pressure and excitement.

He approached Meng Qiuke: "President Meng, get me a few fresh Jingyue Lake carp two days before the competition."