"You seem to be approaching the age of retirement," Su Chaoqi looked at Uncle Guo a few times, "When will you retire?"
Uncle Guo said: "I was supposed to retire, but Xiaoxue invited me back."
Xiaoxue should be Mrs. Zhuge’s nickname. With such a friendly name, it seems that Uncle Guo has a close relationship with Mrs. Zhuge’s family.
Su Chaoqi asked: "Then why do you still come to work?"
Uncle Guo sighed: "Because I can't let go of the soldier cubs I brought out."
"In our time zone, there are about 1000 acres of rice fields, and more than 300 people have been mobilized to work here. They are all people who are close to retirement. In fact, everyone was very panicked when they were transferred here. After all, this is a place where no one has access to rice fields. The things I have come into contact with even feel like being exiled, so Xiaoxue found me and asked me to be a backbone here."
Su Chaoqi was keenly aware: "This time zone... So are there other time zones where rice is also grown?"
"Yes, Xiaoxue has set up three places in total, but this is the largest one and it is also the headquarters."
"So you are the person in charge?"
"Well, that's good. Do you want me to do something?"
Uncle Guo guessed that she must have a purpose for asking so many questions.
Su Chaoqi pondered for a while, then looked at Qiao Zhiyan: "Would you rather tell me?"
Qiao Zhiyan glared at her angrily. She thought of him when she was about to work, and then stepped forward: "Grandpa Guo, find a place where you can sit down and talk."
Su Chaoqi glanced outside: "I won't go, Mengmeng is here."
Uncle Guo and Qiao Zhiyan both looked outside and saw an aircraft landing slowly. A girl stuck her head out of the window and waved to them.
Qiao Zhiyan didn't need Su Chaoqi to stay, so he said, "Go ahead and play."
Zhuge Mengmeng jumped down before the aircraft stopped, and jumped to Su Chaoqi's side like a lively rabbit. She hugged Su Chaoqi's Weibo affectionately and said, "Sister Qiqi, why are you here today."
Su Chaoqi patted Zhuge Mengmeng's head, stretched out his hand to feel Zhuge Mengmeng's pulse, calmed down and felt it for a moment, then smiled: "It seems that the body has indeed improved a lot."
The originally weak pulse also became solid. Although it can be safely said that Zhuge Mengmeng's body is still far from healthy, it is at least much better than before.
Zhuge Mengmeng said with bright eyes: "Because I am not only taking medicine, but also eating a lot of other things. After eating other things, I will not feel so nauseous when I take medicine."
Her health has improved, and she is the one who feels it the most. She used to feel dizzy after taking only a few steps, and her lungs felt like they were going to explode after running two steps. Now she can hold on longer.
Two more people got off the aircraft, a young man who looked about the same age as Zhuge Mengmeng, and a middle-aged man.
Zhuge Mengmeng pulled Su Chaoqi forward and pointed at the middle-aged man to introduce him to Su Chaoqi: "Sister Qiqi, this is my uncle. Uncle, this is my sister and I's friend, Su Chaoqi."
Zhuge Mengmeng's uncle has a face with a Chinese character, and he looks very upright at first glance, and his aura is not weak.
Su Chaoqi quickly chose a title in his mind and greeted with a smile: "Hello, Uncle Han."
Han Zhengzhong only regarded Su Chaoqi as a child. After all, Su Chaoqi was only 19 years old. He looked like a child. He responded and said to Zhuge Mengmeng: "I'll go find your mother and ask your brother to play with you. No bullying is allowed." Sister, do you hear me?"
The last sentence was heavy and stern, and it was said to the young man.
The boy lazily raised his arm and waved: "I know dad, when did I ever bully her?"
Since she was a sick child, he bullied her because he was waiting to be raped by the whole family.
Han Zhengzhong was relieved.
Han Yuze looked at Su Chaoqi curiously and said to Zhuge Mengmeng, "This is your friend who brags to me every day. Is she really that powerful?"
"Of course!" Zhuge Mengmeng argued with Han Yuze unconvinced, "Today I will let you see how powerful Sister Qiqi is."
After saying that, she glanced at Su Chaoqi guiltily, and saw Su Chaoqi nodded to her with a smile, and she immediately felt confident.
She knew that Su Chaoqi must have a new ultimate move.
Sure enough, Su Chaoqi said to her, "I'll make some new dishes for you today."
Just as Mrs. Zhuge and Han Zhengzhong came over, Zhuge Mengmeng happily pulled Mrs. Zhuge and said, "Qiqi said he would make new dishes."
Mrs. Zhuge scolded her: "Chaoqi is here to play, not to cook for you."
"Xiaoxue," Han Zhengzhong corrected her helplessly, "you should speak more gently to the child."
"Why am I not gentle? Look at what she said. Isn't it rude?"
"It's okay," Su Chaoqi immediately eased the atmosphere, "I am willing, and maybe you can have someone come and learn from me."
Mrs. Zhuge turned to look at her, her eyes narrowed slightly: "What are you going to do?"
Su Chaoqi just tilted his head and chuckled slightly, saying nothing.
This is not the first day that Mrs. Zhuge has met Su Chaoqi. This child...
"Okay," Madam Zhuge made a quick decision, "Teach me."
"Mom!" Zhuge Mengmeng screamed, "What did you say?"
"It's just learning how to cook a dish," Mrs. Zhuge turned around and patted Zhuge Mengmeng on the forehead, looking sharply at Su Chaoqi, "Chaoqi is so confident, doesn't it mean that it's not difficult to learn?"
Su Chaoqi was calm and composed. He looked calm and even joked: "Ning Ning is very similar to you in terms of courage." No parent doesn't like to hear that their child is like themselves in terms of strengths.
"Her temper is more like her father's." Of course, she still had to express her disdain, "She's so reckless.
Cooking requires a suitable space, and it is not suitable to stay in an office building. Mrs. Zhuge explained a few words to Han Yuze.
The young man saluted: "With your order, I'm going."
Su Chaoqi glanced at the direction Qiao Zhiyan was going and didn't worry too much.
Qiao Zhiyan is no longer a three-year-old child.
"Let's go back," Mrs. Zhuge said, then turned to look at Han Zhengzhong, "Where are you, brother? What are you going to do?"
Han Zhengzhong felt that none of these people were reliable, so he worried about Brother Dang and said tiredly: "I'll follow and take a look."
The group of people walked slowly back to the small building where they lived. When they opened the door, they saw a young boy carrying a desk, put it down easily, and put it together with another desk.
Several writing desks are put together to create a large enough work surface.
Han Yuze had just been told in advance by Mrs. Zhuge to come back and do this. The boy who was still in the development stage of drawing a strip looked thin, but his whole body was full of muscles, and he had no problem walking around carrying the table.
Su Chaoqi took out a metal box from the space button and placed it on the table. After opening it, he found a dazzling array of kitchen utensils, including knives, spoons, spatulas, and a chopping board.
Han Yuze whistled unofficially: "Professional."
Of course, this was not over yet. Su Chaoqi continued to take things from the space button. This time she took out pots. She took out five multi-function pots in one breath. Thanks to Interstellar's technology, each pot has its own heating function. Can be fried, stewed, stir-fried.
After taking out the pot, there were all kinds of seasonings and ingredients. Everything almost filled half of the table.
If nothing else, this posture alone was enough to intimidate people. Han Yuze secretly reached out to get something and take a closer look, but his father slapped him on the back of his hand, stopping him.
Su Chaoqi asked: "How many dishes do you want to cook?"
Mrs. Zhuge made an estimate and asked, "How many new dishes are you talking about?"
Su Chaoqi naturally made a plan: "Let's do three."
"Then cook all the original three dishes, making a total of six dishes."
Su Chaoqi had no objection. There were many of them, so they weren't afraid of not being able to finish the food. Besides, there was a teenager here. I was not talking about a half-grown man living in poverty.
"Okay," Su Chaoqi nodded, picked out a machete from all the knives and handed it to Mrs. Zhuge, "Then you go ahead and I will guide you."
Mrs. Zhuge took the knife, and a cold light flashed across the sharp blade. Zhuge Mengmeng couldn't help but take a step back and hid behind Han Yuze.
A person holding a sharp knife makes people afraid. After all, they are also afraid that she will accidentally hurt someone with the knife.
Su Chaoqi gave the order: "Cut the chicken head first."
Mrs. Zhuge was a little panicked, and her voice became obviously tense: "How to cut it?"
"Cut it off with the neck."
The onlookers felt their necks were cold, and Han Yuze subconsciously covered his neck, fearing that his neck would also be placed on the chopping block.
Extending the head is also a knife, and shrinking the head is also a knife.
Mrs. Zhuge took a deep breath, tightened the handle of the knife, and slashed hard at the chicken's neck.
The blade of the knife landed on the chopping board with a loud noise, which made people jump up in shock. More importantly, the chicken head flew out and spun in mid-air. Han Zhengzhong reached out to catch it.
Su Chaoqi: "It's not necessary to use so much force."
Mrs. Zhuge patted her chest in shock, and then recalled the feeling: "It seems not as difficult to cut as imagined."
"It's just a first-level alien beast." Su Chaoqi did some analysis and comparison. The higher the level of the alien beast, the greater the bone density, which means it is more difficult to cut.
After the chicken head is processed, there is the chicken butt, and then there are the chicken wings.
Following Su Chaoqi's instructions, Mrs. Zhuge dissected the whole chicken step by step.
Sweat was forming on her forehead.
The onlookers were also sweating.
This chicken is going to be roasted and needs to be marinated first. After marinating, you can put it aside and start processing the second chicken.
The second chicken was steamed, and the steps were similar. With the experience of chopping the chicken for the first time, Mrs. Zhuge became much more proficient the second time.
Put the chicken, which is roasted and steamed, aside first, and then you can prepare the ingredients for the chicken soup.
Han Yuze leaned forward and stared at the knife in Mrs. Zhuge's hand: "It looks so simple. I feel like I can do it."
Su Chaoqi naturally didn't mind catching another strong man, so she invited: "Do you want to come and give it a try?"
Han Yuze chose to refuse: "I won't fight with my little aunt. Should I let my little aunt do it?"
Zhuge Mengmeng laughed at him: "You know how to tell lies." (End of Chapter)
