Transmigrated & Triumphant: Defying Destiny's Chosen One-Chapter 623 - 88: I Really Know How to Make Sauce_5
With that, she enthusiastically wielded a big iron ladle.
A genuine big iron ladle.
The kind that could scoop half a pot of soup, a full ladle coming her way.
Chu River: ...
Unable to refuse such hospitality, she reluctantly reached out, pinched a bean, and tasted it under the watchful eyes of everyone, trying to explain:
"I’m really not..."
"Try it, try it!" The ladle was pushed even closer.
Chu River: ...
Under everyone’s gaze, she popped the bean into her mouth.
But actually—she tasted nothing.
The bean flavor was quite strong though.
Chu River looked at the hopeful eyes of the other, and could only forcefully say, "Isn’t the flavor a bit bland?"
The other had swiftly grabbed the salt jar from the stove, quickly scooping a large amount: "How much should I add?!"
Chu River: ... Really, it’s not that serious.
Now stuck in a tough situation, how was she supposed to know how much to add? Did it depend on her mood?
She could only tell the truth once more:
"I don’t know how to cook, this thing wasn’t made by me. My big nephew did it."
"Impossible!"
The squad leader declared confidently, "How old is your big nephew?"
"16."
"Then six years ago he was only ten, how could he have such skills? Comrade Xiao Chu, is it an ancestral skill that’s inconvenient to share with us?"
The man clutching the salt jar was getting anxious: "I don’t want the skill, I just want to know about this sauce of mine..."
But Chu River could only smile.
Next moment—
"Little He!"
Shi Suifeng stood at the door and shouted.
Then strode in with big steps.
Sweat was layering his training uniform, in weather where most were already wearing jackets, he was literally sweating buckets.
Then he noticed everyone in the kitchen standing around with a salt jar, looking at each other.
Shi Suifeng didn’t need to ask to roughly guess the situation and could barely hold back laughter:
"Sorry, Little He has no skill in cooking, don’t listen to her."
Thinking — good thing he arrived just in time.
Otherwise, with what he just overheard, the kitchen might end up serving overly salty bean paste for the rest of the year.
Then he grabbed Chu River by the back of her collar and started dragging her out:
"She’s the head chef who manages our meals, don’t just say anything irresponsibly."
He usually wouldn’t do this, it’s only because he’s afraid Little He might mess up everyone’s food.
Chu River quickly held onto his hand:
"Who said anything carelessly? I didn’t say anything carelessly! I just thought the bean taste wasn’t too salty and was planning to have him add some salt..."
Shi Suifeng couldn’t help but feel a headache—
"The bean paste is almost dried up, if you still add salt, what kind of paste are you trying to make?!"
The voice grew fainter.
Meanwhile, the group of big guys in the kitchen stared at the man holding the salt jar, eyes full of reproach.
Right, the bean paste was nearly ready, so what’s the meaning of adding salt now?
The man’s hand shook, and a few grains of white salt scattered like snowflakes from the big ladle.
He seemed to be burned, quickly returned the salt jar to the stove top, and tried to clear his name:
"I wasn’t... I wasn’t trying to make the sauce taste bad, I was just in a hurry!"
He really did know how to make sauce.
But, the sauce turned out to be really unappetizing.
And the chubby squad leader stood there, looking pensive.
"Do you think, with Captain Shi’s big nephew able to have such skills at ten, now he’s even better?"
Sigh! Why didn’t it come from him?
And the driver who had just moved things into the corner suddenly spoke: "That, Comrade Xiao Chu’s package, it’s huge, packed with lots of food!"
Probably all made by her big nephew.
Several eyes immediately shifted over.
Driver: ...
He quickly climbed into the driver’s seat, brought down the pile of snacks:
"Squad leader, I checked, apart from the beef jerky, the remaining materials aren’t expensive—they’re all just the same stuff, why does the food in our cafeteria taste so bad?"
The squad leader’s face reddened.
What do you mean by tasting bad, wasn’t this during the famine years a few years back, when we were used to saving oil?
