I'm the Culinary God-Chapter 842 - 364: Ren Jie: I Only Went Out for Fried Rice Noodles and Ended Up Stumbling onto a Fugitive’s Celebration! [Subscription Requested]

Chapter 842: Chapter 364: Ren Jie: I Only Went Out for Fried Rice Noodles and Ended Up Stumbling onto a Fugitive’s Celebration! [Subscription Requested]

"It’s a pity Mr. Chen isn’t here to enjoy this delicious sour soup fish."

At the dinner table, everyone was enjoying the delicious sour soup fish, gnawing on the soft and flavorful pork trotters, then taking a bite of rice and a sip of tomato sour soup.

What a delight!

Chen Meijuan said to Lin Xu:

"Tomorrow, your dad and I will head back, so keep an eye on those chestnuts at home. Don’t let them sit too long; fresh chestnuts spoil easily over time."

Lin Xu said:

"When I get back tonight, I’ll just make chestnut mud. It’s easier to preserve that way. Later on, if I want to make a filling, I can use it directly."

Upon hearing this name, Shen Baobao perked up immediately:

"Chestnut mud? What’s that? Can it be eaten?"

"It’s just like sweet potato or taro mud, it’s edible."

"Then I’ll eat a little less rice, and after I finish editing tonight, I’ll have some chestnut mud."

Director Shen is good at making plans for himself.

Work first, then eat chestnut mud.

Chestnut mud is also a kind of chestnut paste filling, similar in preparation to lotus paste and taro paste.

Chen Yuanyuan, thinking about Tiantian covering her shift, finished eating quickly, put on thicker pants, and went back to work.

After she left, Dou Wenjing said:

"In the past, some frontline staff at various stores have occasionally reported similar issues. But they only grumble a bit since they get a share of the store’s revenue, and they worry that closing the store might affect their income. I’ll gather them in a big group later to report any urgent issues that need solving so that small matters don’t turn into big ones."

Unlike Lin Ji’s Food, Ziqiang Shengjian’s salary model is base pay plus commission.

Sometimes when Wang Ziqiang is a bit behind on the fillings, the staff urge him nonstop, not to mention the potential disruption of closing for rectification. As long as there isn’t too much impact, they won’t stop work and miss out on earning money.

Lin Xu finished the rice in his bowl and served himself another half bowl of tomato sour soup:

"Try to communicate more with the frontline staff in the future. Help solve whatever problems you can for them. Now that it’s cold, it’s important that everyone stays healthy."

"I will, boss."

When Zeng Xiaoqi came to the store after her shift, everyone had already finished dinner. However, they saved her a big bowl of sour soup fish slices and a small bowl of soybeans with braised pork trotters.

Lin Xu got off work early today and went home.

His parents are leaving tomorrow, so he wanted to spend more time with the family.

On the way back, Shen Guofu and Han Shuzhen also accompanied him. One didn’t want to join the exercise, while the other wanted to taste the chestnut mud Lin Xu would make, and also spend some time playing with Dundun.

They took the elevator upstairs, changed into slippers, and everyone proceeded to the living room in turn.

Shen Baobao curiously asked Shen Guofu,

"Dad, how come you all reacted so calmly when my brother-in-law’s credit was taken by someone else? Shouldn’t you do something about it?"

Shen Guofu sat on the sofa, picked up a chestnut cake Chen Meijuan had just placed on the table, and took a bite:

"Your aunt and uncle are actually hoping Ren Jie would quit. His parents feel the same. His injury this time frightened the elderly on both sides. If I get involved, I might end up offending all the elders."

Being a police officer is a dangerous job, especially in criminal investigation.

Although his achievements are worth being proud of, what parent doesn’t wish for their child to be safe and sound?

"So is my brother-in-law just supposed to let the bad guys bully him?"

Han Shuzhen said:

"Not necessarily by bad guys, but some folks who just became leaders find it hard to accept that others can achieve things so easily, and they get a bit resentful, always wanting to make things difficult."

Having been within the system for twenty years, Lin Hongqi was unfazed by such situations:

"This occurs across various fields, like academic papers. How many professors actually conduct experiments and write them up? Aren’t they all the results of students’ research? Yet when it comes to author names, being listed third is already good. Many graduate students don’t even have the right to be credited and are basically acting as slaves to their mentors throughout the process."

Growing up in a comfortable environment, Shen Baobao hadn’t encountered such issues.

So she felt it was unfair for Ren Jie:

"So does this mean my brother-in-law can only swallow his grievances and has no chance to turn things around?"

"There is a chance. Just achieve another major success. The greater the success, the harder it is to erase it, and he might even be set up as an example."

Shen Guofu, who rose from humble beginnings, knew this situation all too well.

Lin Xu couldn’t chime in, so he took out all the chestnuts his mom brought.

First, he made some homemade sugar-fried chestnuts in a non-stick pan for everyone to snack on, then cut open all the chestnuts and put them in a large pot for boiling.

After boiling for about ten minutes, he peeled the chestnuts.

These chestnuts were small in size, making them relatively easy to peel.

After peeling, he arranged them on steaming trays, filling two large trays.

He placed the trays into a preheated small steam cabinet for steaming.

Chestnuts are only tasty as filling when cooked, and the ways to cook them are steaming, boiling, or frying.

Fried chestnuts are the most fragrant but tend to be dry. Boiled chestnuts have enough moisture but may have a lighter taste.

Steaming is the most suitable way, making the chestnuts cook thoroughly, retaining aroma without being too moist, making them an ideal choice for dessert fillings.

In the living room, Han Shuzhen looked at the piano and asked:

"Didn’t practice the piano today, did you?"

Shen Baobao, who was about to go upstairs to edit, pouted:

"What do you mean? I just played Beethoven’s ’Moonlight Sonata’ for Dundun this afternoon. Dundun lay on the piano listening the whole time, shaking his tail non-stop by the third movement, like he could understand."

"So, your so-called shooting Dundun was just filming Dundun listening to you play the piano?"