ocean-life Chapter 137 A Long-Awaited Understanding
Chapter 137 A Long-Awaited Understanding
"Technical guidance? Overall safety and quality control?"
The foreman standing nearby was so shocked by the two job titles that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
That was the most lucrative, easiest, and highest-ranking management position on the entire construction site.
Normally, no matter how many people offer gifts, they can't get anything. Today, the big boss actually delivered it personally to Zhang Qiang, this country bumpkin?
"Manager Qian, this...this position, I'm not suited for it, I'll just do my best to put in the effort."
Zhang Qiang steadily unloaded the several hundred kilograms of steel bars onto the ground with a dull thud.
He took the bottle of chilled mineral water but didn't drink it. Instead, he glanced at Qian Fugui's sweaty, fat face.
He could sense that, although Manager Qian was trying his best to hide it, there was a hint of unease, and even... a faint fear, deep in his eyes.
"You can do it! How could you not?!"
Qian Fugui grabbed Zhang Qiang's hand and shook it firmly, his tone incredibly sincere.
"Brother Qiang, this is a decision made by the company's board of directors after comprehensive consideration. The document will be issued shortly."
In addition, the two-thirds of the overtime pay and high-temperature allowance that were withheld from your previous work group have just been reviewed by the finance department; it was a system error.
Before you leave work at 5 p.m., the compensation of 20,000 yuan will be deposited directly into your account in full.
"If you encounter any difficulties on the construction site in the future, whether it's food, accommodation, or work injury insurance, just come to my office on the top floor and find me, Lao Qian. I'll solve it for you anytime, anywhere!"
After uttering these weighty words, Qian Fugui gave Zhang Qiang no chance to refuse. He subtly and politely cupped his hands in greeting to Zhang Qiang, then turned around and hurriedly left the scene with his two assistants.
It wasn't until those luxury cars kicked up a cloud of dust and drove away from the construction site that the dozen or so migrant workers who had worked with them seemed to snap out of a dream and gathered around in a daze.
"Brother Qiang...you, you must have a relative who's a high-ranking official, right?"
"My goodness, a subsidy of 20,000 yuan arrived in my account in a second, and I can even work in the office as a technical advisor? Amazing!"
Brother, if you become successful in the future, don't forget us brothers who drank big bowls of wine together!
Zhang Qiang held the steaming bottle of mineral water in his hand, standing in the sweltering, dusty air, his brows furrowed deeply.
He knew these people were never motivated by self-interest.
Qian Fugui wouldn't have slapped himself in the face and handed over 20,000 yuan to him for no reason, much less would he have secretly gone through so much trouble for a migrant worker.
The only person who could possess such overwhelming energy was his brother who used to work in Beijing…
Zhang Qiang's Adam's apple bobbed violently.
He slowly turned his head and cast his gaze toward the human world a dozen kilometers away.
"Fengzi..."
.......
The setting sun shone through the half-closed wooden door of "Human Fireworks," casting long, golden beams of light on the ground.
Inside the shop, Su Chen was diligently mopping the floor, while Xing Ruo was squatting beside the counter, carefully wiping each spice jar.
Although it had been a busy day, the lively atmosphere that Song Ming brought to the store was even stronger.
Inside the kitchen.
Song Ming was lying sprawled in the corner, his hands and feet still covered in flour, yet he was skillfully peeling a clove of garlic that he had just dug out from under the counter.
"Senior brother, I've confiscated the half-eaten rock eagle chicken and the Changbai Mountain matsutake mushrooms that were reserved in the refrigerated truck for the top leader in Beijing."
Tonight, we'll have to prepare a couple of recipes we used to keep secret in the courtyard. I've been on this big plane all the way here, and my stomach's practically glued to my back.
Song Ming tossed the peeled garlic cloves into his mouth, chewing them with a loud "crunch," his face beaming with barely suppressed excitement.
Chen Feng changed into a clean gray vest and casually pulled over a gray apron to tie around his waist.
Hearing his junior brother's familiar complaints and grumbling, a relaxed and contented warmth appeared on his face.
"Alright, since you're here, don't just stand around. Start a fire, open that jar of aged Shaoxing wine, and tonight we'll make a dish of [Braised Matsutake Mushrooms with Rock Eagle in Wine]."
Chen Feng picked up the boning knife with one hand and tapped it lightly on the mahogany cutting board, producing a crisp metallic clang.
"Alright!! Time to cook!!"
With a cheer, Song Ming sprang up from the bench.
The moment his feet touched the ground and his right arm instinctively reached for the stove switch, his previously nonchalant demeanor was instantly replaced by the focused concentration of a chef.
"Buzz—!!"
Two rows of dark blue, blazing stoves roared simultaneously, flames licking the bottom of the pots with frenzied intensity.
Chen Feng didn't turn around, or even need to look. As Song Ming turned on the switch, he swiped his left hand across the cutting board, and the deboned and cleaned rock eagle chicken was precisely placed into the scalding hot iron pot that Song Ming had just poured a thin layer of oil into.
"Sizzle—!!"
The intense aroma of oil exploded in the kitchen in an instant.
"Xingruo, Suchen, grab your stools and sit in the back, and don't blink!!" Song Ming gripped the heavy pot handles with both hands, and with a sudden pull of one arm, the dozens of kilograms of iron pot felt as light as a piece of paper in his hands. A ball of crimson flame shot up three feet high along the edge of the pot with a "whoosh".
As he rhythmically shook his wrists to ensure each piece of chicken was evenly heated in the flames, he shouted at the two somewhat dazed young men behind him.
"Look closely! This is the 'Double Flowing Water Stove' technique that my senior brother and I practiced for ten whole years under the old man's whip back in the capital!!"
Su Chen and Xing Ruo, who were standing behind, were completely stunned.
The shock they felt was like a magnitude 9 earthquake.
too strong.
They had never even seen or imagined such a scene of cooking, let alone seen it before.
This isn't just cooking dinner; it's as if two unparalleled geniuses at the very pinnacle of Chinese cuisine are putting on a visual and auditory feast with terrifying tacit understanding.
Chen Feng stood in front of the cutting board, holding a knife in his right hand. With a few quick "swish, swish, swish" sounds, large chunks of fresh matsutake mushrooms, crushed old ginger, and pinched scallions were transformed into neat, uniform fragments under the blade.
With a flick of his left hand at the edge of the cutting board, the condiments, without even going into the plate, traced arcs in the air and, just as the aroma of the wine in the iron pot began to waft and sweeten, landed precisely in Song Ming's pot.
Song Ming didn't even raise his head. The moment the seasonings hit the pot, he grabbed the bowl of aged Shaoxing wine with his left hand and spun it along the edge of the pot.
The alcohol vapors turned into fire, and flames shot skyward!
That domineering aroma, a blend of rich, sweet rice fragrance, top-grade matsutake mushrooms, and the savory taste of chicken, transformed into wave after wave of tantalizing fragrance with every passing step, every slicing motion, and every toss of the wok by the two, turning the somewhat quiet kitchen into a paradise.
There were no unnecessary words or eye contact.