Chapter 290 After all, the sanatorium is just taking advantage of a loophole by doing this. Su Chaoqi has done many things that are on the edge of the rules, but she will still try her best to choose actions with relatively low risks. In her opinion, the practice of the sanatorium is somewhat risky. But she didn't know what to say, so she just started preparing dinner. Although she had set a menu on the computer's program, she did not intend to follow it exactly. She asked Xiao Zhao: "Can I use ingredients that are not on the menu?" "Of course," Xiao Zhao said without any hesitation, "What other ingredients do you want?" Su Chaoqi ordered: "Bring me some fish balls, tofu, sugar, and dried chili peppers." Xiao Zhao quickly brought the ingredients that Su Chaoqi ordered, stood aside, and waited for Su Chaoqi's next order with shining eyes. Su Chaoqi could see that Xiao Zhao wanted to learn something from her. She didn't mind this kind of learning, so she was willing to ask Xiao Zhao to help her: "First wash the lettuce, then cut the tofu into small pieces and blanch it."
Originally, she ordered blanched lettuce on the menu, but Su Chaoliu didn't like blanched dishes very much, so she changed her mind and used the lettuce to make soup. While Xiao Zhao was working under her command, Su Chaoqi was not idle either. She planned to make stir-fried chicken as the meat dish, and in order to cater to Su Chaoliu's taste, she decided to make it spicy. Soon, the pungent smell spread throughout the space, and people started sneezing one after another, obviously because everyone was choking. However, Su Chaoqi, who was closest to the pungent smell, did not react at all. He calmly stir-fried the dried chilies in the pot, constantly frying to bring out the flavor. Then she put in the marinated chicken provided by the sanatorium and started stir-frying. In fact, the pickling method used in the sanatorium is somewhat different from what Su Chaoqi usually uses, but there is no need to be picky about it at this time. Soon, the chicken was fried until slightly yellow. Su Chaoqi took the time to look at Xiao Zhao and gave instructions: "Please make a vegetable, tofu and fish ball soup." Xiao Zhao was originally attracted by Su Chaoqi's stir-frying action. When Su Chaoqi gave her instructions, she immediately came back to her senses: "Okay." This kind of soup dish is not difficult to make. As long as you master the order in which the ingredients are put into the soup and add the right amount of seasoning, it will not be too unpalatable. Su Chaoqi had booked tomato egg drop soup on the app, which meant that tomatoes had not been ordered yet. Su Chaoqi was multitasking, paying attention to his own stir-fried chicken while also paying attention to Xiao Zhao's soup, reminding her from time to time what to do. The vegetable, tofu and fish ball soup was ready faster than the stir-fried chicken. With Su Chaoqi's consent, Xiao Zhao took a bowl and scooped some soup to drink. Xiao Zhao was extremely surprised to find that the soup made under Su Chaoqi's guidance was much more delicious than the one she made. Although the soup she made couldn't be said to be bad, Su Chaoqi had the ability to make food particularly delicious, as if she had brought every ingredient to its best. In comparison, the soups she made before seemed mediocre and not amazing. "How did you do it?" she asked impatiently. "Do you stop me from putting the fish balls and tofu in the soup before it boils, or do you make me turn off the heat and cover the lettuce with a lid before it's done?" "Both," Su Chaoqi answered nonchalantly, "Cooking is a skill that relies heavily on experience, and it requires constant summarization and improvement." This requires chefs to maintain a high level of enthusiasm and continue learning.
Su Chaoqi's fried chicken was also out of the pot. Xiao Zhao immediately stepped forward to help and put the fried chicken into the thermal insulation box. There were still two dishes left. Su Chaoqi washed the pot and started to heat it up to dry out the remaining water in the pot. While the wok was heating, she asked Xiao Zhao to cut the tomatoes into thin slices, while she took out a handful of bean sprouts. Vinegar-fried bean sprouts are a quick dish. Su Chaoqi had already fried the bean sprouts and served them out, but Xiao Zhao hadn't finished cutting the tomatoes yet. Knife skills cannot be mastered overnight, but in the interstellar world, no one will complain about a chef's slow cooking process. Instead, they believe that the slower the cooking, the more it proves that the chef is working meticulously. However, Su Chaoqi's skillful movements still put Xiao Zhao under considerable pressure. His movements became more and more urgent, and the tomatoes were cut into bigger and bigger pieces. "Don't be in a hurry," Su Chaoqi said to Xiao Zhao, "We are not in a hurry to eat." Xiao Zhao then calmed down a little. At this time, someone came up to chat with him: "Hello, what's your name?" Su Chaoqi turned her head and saw the elite man from the table she had just noticed, who seemed to be called "Assistant Wang". Su Chaoqi didn't mean to not want to talk to people. He nodded with a friendly smile and said, "My last name is Su, Su Chaoqi." Assistant Wang immediately followed with a smile and handed over a business card, "Ms. Su, nice to meet you. I am the assistant to the chairman of Jingcheng Mining Group. I would like to ask which chef studio you are working in now." Su Chaoqi took the business card, glanced at it casually, and then handed it back with both hands: "Sorry, I'm not a chef, just an ordinary person who knows a little bit about cooking." Assistant Wang was stunned. This answer was obviously beyond his expectations. Even he, who had worked as a secretary for decades, was unable to react for a while. The staff member next to him immediately explained with a smile: "Ms. Su is not our guest, she is our CEO Qiao's friend and the technology provider." Assistant Wang quickly adjusted himself and said, "I am sorry for being so presumptuous. I saw that Miss Su's technique was very professional and I thought you must be a very high-level chef." Although he was still confused about Su Chaoqi's identity, it did not stop him from praising Su Chaoqi to the sky. "Practice makes perfect," Su Chaoqi said modestly, "Do it a few more times and you will become proficient." Assistant Wang felt regretful. He had originally wanted to ask Su Chaoqi to help with cooking three meals a day. The money could be negotiated, but since Su Chaoqi was not a chef, he naturally would not be willing to do it. Xiao Zhao had finally cut the tomatoes. Su Chaoqi nodded to Assistant Wang, then turned around and sprinkled sugar evenly on the bowl of tomatoes, covered it with a lid, and put it in the portable refrigerator. At this point, the four dishes for dinner were all finished. Su Chaoqi looked at Assistant Wang and said, "I'm going to go back. What about you?" Assistant Wang immediately said, "I still have one dish to finish, so I'm not in a hurry to leave." Su Chaoqi nodded and left with Xiao Zhao. Xiao Zhao walked beside Su Chaoqi and said, "After you finish eating, you can ask the staff to clean up for you on the optical computer. The staff will come to your door within ten minutes." Not having to wash dishes is of course a good thing. Su Chaoqi asked, "Can you deliver the ingredients to my door? I don't want to run so far to cook every time." Xiao Zhao said apologetically: "No, this is for the safety of the sanatorium." Su Chaoqi didn't force it, but to be honest, she really felt that running around like this was quite troublesome. But on second thought, she felt it was troublesome because she had to go to the kitchen to cook herself, but do consumers here need to make this trip in person? No, it is the assistants who take care of their food, clothing, housing and transportation. And do assistants have the right to complain? It's not like they don't get paid. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, they wouldn't be staying for many days, so I just had to bear with it.
When they returned to the luxurious house where they lived, Su Chaoliu had already finished her exercise, changed her clothes, and was sitting on the sofa playing games, feeling refreshed. The battle was in full swing, and she didn't even raise her head: "Are you back?" "Yeah." Su Chaoqi responded, and took Xiao Zhao to the dining room next to the living room. He took out the food from the space button one by one and placed them on the dining table. After doing all this, Xiao Zhao bowed slightly and said, "Enjoy your meal. If you need anything, please contact us immediately." Then she withdrew respectfully. After Su Chaoliu finished a game, he turned off the game and walked over: "What delicious food did you make?" "I'll make you something else tomorrow," Su Chaoqi said with a faint smile, "Just eat these today." "Is this acceptable?" Su Chaoliu picked up the chopsticks and reached for a piece of chicken. "It smells delicious just by smelling it." Su Chaoqi scooped himself a bowl of soup with several fish balls floating in it. "I think I know why Aunt Qiao is a little strange," she said with a sigh, "From the time this sanatorium was established to the time it was completed, no one came to inform us." "That's normal," Su Chaoliu said nonchalantly, "After all, it's the Qiao family's business, and they have the final say on how to do it." "I don't think that's the reason," Su Chaoqi shook his head. "The biggest selling point of this sanatorium is that three meals a day are provided to residents. Unless there are special circumstances, no nutritional supplements are provided." Su Chaoliu raised his eyebrows: "If there is meat in every meal, 10,000 star coins a day seems to be a good deal?" You know, the students of the First Military Academy's Individual Soldier Department had to spend five hundred star coins to buy a plate of food that she thought was inedible, while in the interstellar space, a home-cooked dish with normal appearance and normal taste would cost thousands of star coins, which was not too much. Of course, in Su Chaoliu's eyes, this price is quite excessive, but the Chefs Association set the price first, so no one would think that there is something wrong with the price. What Su Chaoqi wanted to do was never a secret, and Qiao's father and mother also knew that she wanted to lower the price of food. However, the sanatorium was clearly going against this idea, so the reason for hiding it from Su Chaoqi was self-evident. Perhaps it was out of precaution, or perhaps it was out of guilt. In short, on this matter, the attitude expressed by Qiao's father and mother was that they refused to be interfered with by Su Chaoqi. The sanatorium has been built, and Su Chaoqi will certainly not look back on the past, but he can't help but sigh in his heart. Human nature is just unable to withstand the temptation of interests. Fortunately, Su Chaoqi has never believed in human nature, so he is not too disappointed.