As the president of the chess club, Jiang Feng felt that he should do something.

It's no problem for the porridge in these cauldrons to mix water for the 200 people, but it's already miserable for the lonely old people to come over and be helped by everyone, and it's a bit too much to say that they can drink porridge and remember the bittersweet memories.

"Teacher Chen, aren't there any noodles in the warehouse?" Jiang Feng asked, it's good to cook a noodle.

"Well, our school doesn't provide breakfast, so ......," Teacher Chen smiled awkwardly, "We also received a temporary notice for this volunteer activity, and we didn't have much experience, so we didn't have anything to prepare." ”

Jiang Feng also saw that the four teachers in the back kitchen also looked like Mr. Chen occasionally cooked on weekdays, and the remaining three pumpkins were cut miserably. After Wu Minqi took over the chopping field, the other three teachers went to take the students, leaving only Teacher Chen to wash the sweet potato peel.

Teacher Chen's peeling technique is not as good as Liu Qian's, and the sweet potatoes that pass through her hands have to lose a lot of weight.

"But there are still vegetables and meat, and there are enough eggs, so we can give each person a hard-boiled egg. Teacher Chen added.

Jiang Feng looked at his watch, 6:05.

"Teacher Chen, what time are we going to eat?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Seven o'clock, half past seven at the latest. Teacher Chen said.

"There is still time, Liu Qian, you go and get the egg custard boiled, and ask the student union about the specific number of diners, you can do more, not less. Teacher Chen, is there flour in the warehouse?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Do you want to make noodles?" Wu Minqi glanced up at Jiang Feng and looked at his weak-looking figure, "You can't have time for more than forty catties of noodles." ”

Jiang Feng: ......

"The elderly and children don't have a big appetite, so the noodles just need to pad the stomach for about 20 catties. ”

"President, I can't make 231 bowls of egg custard!" Liu Qian exclaimed when she saw the number of students the student union gave her, "It's good if I can make forty bowls." ”

"Sister, sister, I'll stir the eggs!" said a small radish head with a double ponytail raising his hand and saying loudly.

"Me too!" shouted the little girl next to her.

"I will too, I will too, I stir eggs every day at home!!" a little boy exclaimed unconvinced.

The other dozen or so little radish heads were also not to be outdone, they were small and loud, and more than a dozen sonic attacks almost overturned the entire back kitchen.

"Quiet, don't scream anymore!" Teacher Zhou pretended to be angry and suppressed the boiling little radish heads, one by one suddenly quiet as chickens, Teacher Zhou smiled with satisfaction, and said with a pleasant face: "Let's compete, who stirs faster than who stirs better, and the first place will be rewarded with a lollipop!"

Jiang Feng: ......

He vaguely remembered that when he was in elementary school, the teacher also used lollipops to fool him.

Familiar recipes, familiar tastes.

The steamed eggs have the help of the little radish heads, and Liu Qian only needs to spend more time on the heat. Jiang Feng went to the warehouse to get a big bag of flour to mix the noodles, and Wu Minqi cut the pumpkin and sweet potato into three portions and poured them into the pot.

It takes time to wake up, so Jiang Feng first fried the onions with lard.

"Do you make Yangchun noodles?" Wu Minqi guessed that he was going to make Yangchun noodles just by looking at Jiang Feng frying onions.

"Hmm. Jiang Feng nodded, and accidentally scooped up half a spoonful of lard.

"I'll do it. Wu Minqi snatched the spatula from Jiang Feng's hand, and Jiang Feng stepped aside in a daze.

He just saw that Wu Minqi's knife work was on par with him, and he was afraid that the heat and seasoning were much better than him, and his knife skills had improved a lot during this time, and the two of them would not be an order of magnitude at all.

In the profession of cooking, women are naturally weak, because their strength is generally not as good as that of men, so it is not effective to suffer more in the process of practicing. Jiang Feng is already quite strong among thin people of the same level, and in the eyes of the old man, there is basically no difference between him and a weak chicken, Wu Minqi looks like an ordinary girl's figure, and the hardships she suffered when she was learning to cook were definitely several times that of Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng went to look at the porridge in the pot.

Since the porridge making skill has reached the intermediate level, coupled with the practice and integration during this time, Jiang Feng's porridge cooking technique has become a rare opponent.

Jiang Feng guessed that if his porridge making skills could be refined to a high level, it was estimated that the Hong Kong and Guangdong porridge shops in the country would not be his opponent combined.

Given that he only has the blade level at the moment, this can only happen in dreams.

At least at this stage, Jiang Feng is confident in his own porridge making skills.

Lift the lid and stir with a spoon.

This sweet potato...... It seems a little too sweet.

Sweet potatoes in winter, sweet is as it should be.

But the sweet potatoes in this pot are too sweet.

The quality is good, the color is smooth, the smell is strong, it is definitely the best red heart sweet potato, but it completely covers the taste of pumpkin and even the aroma of porridge.

Wu Minqi and sweet potatoes are used for seasoning, not for dominating.

Jiang Feng put the lid on the pot and cut the sweet potato.

Cut into large pieces, irregular chunks.

"What are you doing cutting sweet potatoes?" Wu Minqi looked at the onions in the pot and glanced at Jiang Feng.

"The sweet potato flavor in the first pot was too strong, so I cut a few sweet potatoes into it and cooked them directly into sweet potato porridge. Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Feng cut 9 sweet potatoes in a row and added them all to the first pot, slowly stirred the porridge water in the pot with a large iron spoon, and scooped up the foam from the pot one by one.

The noodles are awake, and the porridge is just right.

Jiang Feng looked at his watch, 6:47.

"Teacher Chen, you can send the porridge and egg custard over, and I'm going to cook noodles now. Jiang Feng reminded.

Teacher Chen nodded again and again: "I'm calling someone." ”

The big pot of porridge with three mouthfuls is not something that a few female teachers can move, and a dozen small radish heads can move.

After a while, a few tall male teachers came in to help serve the pot, and the male teacher at the head was a little surprised when he saw that he actually made egg custard: "Teacher Chen, I'm really fortunate that you guys have made so many egg custards." ”

Teacher Chen didn't dare to take credit, so she snorted: "It's all made with the help of these three classmates, and there will be noodles later, you can eat noodles if you are not full." ”

The male teacher was even more surprised: "These three classmates... It's from the home economics club, and your A students are really amazing!"

"We are from the chess club. The three of them spoke in unison.

Male Teacher: ???

Ms. Chen: ???

Jiang Feng divided the dough.

Wu Minqi stared at him.

Jiang Feng hesitated.

Wu Minqi stared at him.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath.

Wu Minqi stared at him.

"You...... Don't you want to help distribute the porridge?" Jiang Feng kindly reminded that everyone was gone, and now there were only him and Wu Minqi in the back kitchen.

His level of white case is not good, and his ramen skills are even worse, and even the uncle of ramen in the canteen can't compare, Wu Minqi has been staring at him like this, and he is really under a lot of pressure in his heart.

"I just wanted to see you pull noodles. "Wu Minqi is very straightforward.

Jiang Feng grabbed the dough and pulled it into two sections.

Smack.

Broken.

Wu Minqi: ......

She began to wonder if she had lost her sense of taste when she ate mung bean cake that day.

According to her observations these days, Jiang Feng's cooking skills are not bad among her peers, about the same level as her cousins, but they are really far worse than her. She had wondered if Jiang Feng was specialized in the white case, but at his level of pulling noodles just now, the white case probably didn't learn much.

Why did she invite Jiang Feng to compete by mistake?

Wu Minqi felt that she was bullying people.

Jiang Feng's family just opened a small stir-fry restaurant, and the heir of her dignified Wu family's cuisine actually bullied the small.

Wu Minqi was even a little guilty.

Walking slowly to the cafeteria, everyone is dividing porridge and egg custard one plate at a time.

"Minqi, go and scoop out that pot of porridge. Liu Qian is dividing the custard.

Wu Minqi walked to the pot and lifted the lid.

The sweet potato porridge is soft and glutinous, and the sweet and fragrant taste comes to the nose.

"It's so fragrant!" Liu Qian sighed.

Wu Minqi was stunned in place, and hurriedly took a spoon and stirred the porridge in the pot. The rice grains are plump and firm, sticky, and the minced pumpkin and sweet potatoes are mixed together to dye the original white porridge orange-yellow, and large pieces of sweet potatoes are evenly scattered in it, dominating the whole pot of porridge.

How...... How can it be!