Food Intelligence King

Chapter 101 Junior Sister Has Something to Chat With: Heading to the Workers' New Village
Second piece of intelligence—

[Food News]: A large quantity of autumn green beans will soon be available. Please remember when cooking: undercooked green beans can cause poisoning.

Time cannot be turned back, so must green beans be stewed until cooked?

Little-known facts.

However, with autumn approaching, I should probably update the seasonal recipes.

After that--

[Diner Update (Rare)]: Wang Meng is coming to the shop soon for steamed buns. He and his blind date had some disagreements yesterday while discussing a movie. His date was inspired by the film to bravely embrace herself, while Wang Meng felt they should consider more practical matters. This will be the fastest blind date he's ever had.

Um.
In terms of the amount of information, this intelligence is indeed quite rare.

But Chen Zhou felt that it wasn't uncommon for something like this to happen to Captain Wang.

The last piece of intelligence—

[Market News]: With the start of the new school year approaching, students at Haibin No. 2 Middle School suggested on the school forum that the cafeteria enrich its selection of steamed buns, adding fresh meat buns, soup dumplings, and cooked meat buns.

It's understandable that Chen Zhou overthinks things, but it really does look almost identical to the signboard of his own shop.

The Second Middle School is not far away.

I reckon some kids from the neighborhood ate here during the summer.

I heard this school is pretty good. It would be so much easier if Chen Taotao went to No. 2 Middle School in the future.

She can go home for lunch.

Chen Zhou calculated that his daughter still had ten years until the high school entrance exam.

I need to discuss with my wife how to encourage the little one to study.

One more item on my to-do list, but it's not urgent.

As the intelligence report stated, and as Chen Zhou himself said yesterday.

Comrade Wang Meng came to eat steamed buns again today.

He arrived quite early today, but he seemed a bit down, and the briefcase in his hand looked floppy.

Chen Zhou didn't mention his sad story, but told the other person to eat more this morning.

"Would you like a tea egg? It's been soaking in the water all night."

"Let's have two," Wang Meng said. "One egg is too lonely."

Master Chen couldn't resist the urge to tell a corny joke: "Two eggs, aren't they all all alone?"

Wang Meng picked up his briefcase and smoothed the hairs that had stood up on his back. "Three, and a bowl of hot porridge too."

Chen Zhou smiled and asked the shop assistant to prepare two.

He remembered that Wang Meng had gone to his parents' house yesterday, and the old couple must have asked about the blind date. He figured the guy was being pressured again.

Sure enough, Wang Meng found a spot near the kitchen today, and while eating, he started complaining to Chen Zhou.

"You met the blind date I met yesterday, right? We didn't even finish the standard procedures. It was so fast. It's probably the fastest thing to end a meeting."

According to intelligence, so far, it should be.

Chen Zhou recalled the profound words the other person had said.

"Didn't you say before that relationships that can't last won't last if you can't even share a meal? You should come here often to eat steamed buns from now on. I have a lot of regular customers who love steamed buns."

Wang Meng nodded.

He felt that Master Chen's words made some sense, especially the part that repeated his own.

"We were just discussing a movie, nothing really. We should have just come over to your place for some steamed buns."

"You mean that little monster from yesterday? The villain's appearance almost scared my daughter to tears."

"I was wondering why you left halfway through."

Because Chen Zhou was busy with business and wasn't very close to Wang Meng, the two of them ended up talking to themselves.

This is something that happens frequently in chat.

The junior sister, on the other hand, often watches movies and reads novels, so she quickly struck up a conversation with the customer.

Zhao Yilin was already quite talkative, and when she started talking about topics she was good at, she became even more talkative.

Wang Meng listened very attentively, and ate his breakfast more and more slowly.

Fortunately, if he eats slowly, he won't spill any.

These tea eggs are really good today.

It's flavorful and delicious. It goes perfectly with cooked meat buns. When you're almost finished with the egg yolk, your mouth gets dry, and the rich, juicy meat buns complement the egg yolk perfectly.

The tea eggs have a smooth and creamy texture, while the cooked meat filling is soft and chewy.

The bun skin is soft yet slightly chewy, and the tactile experience is quite pleasant when you chew it in big bites.

The five-spice flavor of the tea eggs blends perfectly with the rich, oily aroma of the cooked meat.

It feels a bit like eating a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

Master Chen can set up another stall.

While eating breakfast, Wang Meng listened to the young women chatting in the shop.

He would occasionally chime in with a couple of words.

When Zhao Yilin went to another table, he stopped peeling the second tea egg.

When Zhao Yilin returned to the area near Wang Meng, she asked with a smile, "Where was I?"

"Be careful, it's hot," Wang Meng blurted out.

Just now, the young girl in front of him was giving instructions to other customers, and he heard it all clearly.

After hearing this, Zhao Yilin felt that the person in front of her was somewhat dazed.

"I mean, where were we?"

Wang Meng understood, peeled the eggshell, and continued the previous topic: "Quentin Tarantino's non-linear narrative and violent aesthetics."

Actually, Wang Meng didn't understand it very well either, but he thought what the other person was saying was quite interesting.

The two chatted on and off like this.

When his junior sister left for a while, Wang Meng would stop for a bit. Before he knew it, it was almost 8:30.

Seeing customers leaving one group after another, the junior colleague couldn't help but remind him, "Shouldn't you be going to work?"

Wang Meng picked up his bag and glanced at his phone.

"We may already be late."

Zhao Yilin looked worried about the other person:
"Then you'd better hurry up. When I was in the design institute, the director would even go through the video recordings to check attendance, and you'd get fined if you were late. But now my senior colleague isn't as strict, but I've never been late."

When his junior sister spoke again, Wang Meng listened attentively once more.

Looking at the two people in the shop, Chen Zhou thought: If you had said less, Captain Wang might not have been late.

As they got up to scan the code and pay, Wang Meng asked privately, "Hey, why do you call Master Chen 'senior brother'?"

"We all went to the same university!"

"Oh, oh." Wang Meng thought for a moment. He seemed to have heard Master Chen talk about it before, but he didn't remember it very clearly.

He remembered this time.

But after leaving the store, I realized that I hadn't asked the other person's name.

Inside the kitchen, Aunt Zheng stared at the old clay pot for a long time.

There's new equipment in the kitchen, and she's slowly getting the hang of it, but the boss also has a few old sets.

Take this clay pot in front of me, for example. It looks quite old, probably like a kitchen knife, and it's not an ordinary thing.

She happened to overhear Xiao Zhao talking about university outside.

I couldn't help but want to ask Chen Zhou about it:
"Boss, which university do you go to? I'll have Zihan apply to that university too."

"Don't."

Chen Zhou tried to dissuade Aunt Zheng.

After finishing his business at the store, Chen Zhou considered his plans for the rest of the day.

The workers' new village mentioned in "Street Life Secrets" is worth a visit.

However, there's no subway there, and Ms. Lin drives her car to work, so her own transportation isn't very convenient. She has to take a taxi if necessary.

At this moment, Zhao Yilin returned Chen Zhou's old electric scooter keys.

He rattled off a long string of thanks, "Senior, I bought one myself too."

Chen Zhou took the key.

Yes, this young lady has received her salary too.

(End of this chapter)