Master Jiang’s words were completely ignored in the cafeteria. The vegetable-picking army was gloomily staring at the food on their plates, feeling regret with every bite, but they couldn’t express too much disdain for it, fearing it would hurt Master Jiang’s feelings. Otherwise, what would they do if his cooking weren’t as delicious in the future? Since the steamed rolls were destined not to be theirs, what was there for them to say? Those picking Ai Cao sprouts and Yuxing Grass hadn’t returned yet, while the remaining dog owners had already pounced onto their trays, loudly exclaiming: "Hmm, this braised pork is really fragrant, so authentic." "Look at this carp, it’s good too, tender meat without a fishy smell." "Have some soup, have some soup, the soup is warm, drinking it is really comforting." The words exchanged were full of surprise; no one expected the village chef’s skills to be so extraordinary. A bite of food, a bite of rice, and the feeling of a full stomach was simply wonderful! Until the large steamer gave off a warning sound, Master Jiang opened the door, and two young men in the kitchen swiftly donned heatproof gloves, extended their arms, and pulled out a hundred green onion oil steamed rolls amidst a billow of steam. The aroma of green onion oil was especially dominant, mixing with the warm and soft scent of the dough, gradually permeating the entire cafeteria. Just as the Ai Cao sprout gatherers returned on time, they inhaled deeply upon entering: At this moment, Dog Brother, holding an empty plate and having only politely sipped a small bowl of sweet soup, rushed forward: "My steamed rolls! Five pieces!" His hand was stretched out far, fingers spread wide, fearing they might miss counting a finger. Master Jiang glanced at him; as a chef, the food he ate was actually brought from the mountain, but he always reserved a portion for any small cookout, and now these rolls included five for him. But he was old, eating too much bread at once wasn’t good, so he skillfully used tongs to place those five rolls onto Dog Brother’s plate and then instructed the kitchen helpers: "Here, five in total, you three can have one each." Everyone responded cheerfully. Unintentionally witnessing this, the dog owners were puzzled: ...??? The chef gets to eat the rolls first? Looking again at their plates, which held only leftovers from dinner, and patting their already full stomachs— Are they putting the cart before the horse? Dog Brother cheerfully returned to his seat with the rolls. Seeing everyone staring at him in a daze, he urged: "What are you standing there for? Eat up! These are great benefits I worked hard for." Then he grabbed the warm and soft rolls but quickly let go due to the heat, hurriedly touching his ears. This didn’t stop his eating rhythm; he used chopsticks to hold one, "’a-woo," he took a bite! Honestly, this dough wasn’t made hardy enough, but precisely because of the delicate fermentation, the green onion oil fully infused with the dough’s aroma. As you bite into it, soft like a rice cake, your mouth is filled with that dominant fragrance. And as the slow chewing continued, the special subtle sweetness of dough starch gradually burst on the tip of the tongue, mingling with the taste of green onion oil to create a delightful long-lasting flavor. Xiaosun was eating so happily his eyes nearly squinted. The next moment, all the dog owners watching him put down their chopsticks, holding onto their trays, stormed the window: "Steamed rolls! My steamed rolls!" The villagers who were just about to queue: ... They thought that no one was coming to get them, assuming there would be extra servings today, sigh! Dog owners inspecting the rolls, inhaling the alluring scent, couldn’t help but want to gobble them down and eat to their heart’s content, but the problem was their stomachs were full now. Even though these rolls were overly soft and lacked solidity, they were large! If one were to eat them, the food would reach one’s throat. Everyone cautiously took a bite, instantly overwhelmed by this unprecedented taste, then glared accusingly at Dog Brother— Dog Brother wasn’t taking the blame: "Didn’t I warn you?" He thought with pride that he was just short of kowtowing to them earlier, now you see the points, don’t you? Everyone, feeling defeated, sat back down—Dog Brother not only warned them but warned them more than once. "What does it matter?" Someone stood up, holding their full belly, aggressively walked to the kitchen window, and shouted: "Chef, do you have any sandwich bags?" Of course, there were, quite a few rolls of them. Zhai Xiaofeng smiled and leaned over: "Yes, how many do you need?" The person extended their finger: "One is enough, my steamed rolls won’t be finished tonight, just pack them up." "They should be edible chilled, right?" he looked at Zhai Xiaofeng, which made Zhai Xiaofeng hesitate a bit. "It’s made with lard..." Speaking of eating, it was definitely edible; they are country folks who can eat. But whether those with weak digestive systems could eat them or not, that was unknown. But although the person asked, they didn’t seem to want to hear opinions, already happily accepting the bag and making a plan: "Keep it, I’ll eat a couple as a midnight snack tonight, and a couple with porridge tomorrow morning!" And one more... the last one had surely already gone into his stomach, which explained the fullness? Seeing this, the others suddenly understood and rushed to the kitchen window once again: Liu Liu just getting ready to line up: ... She wondered if she should ask people to make way, but Zhai Xiaofeng had already handed out a roll of bags efficiently: "Take it yourself and stop blocking the way." The crowd formed an ant army and quickly moved to the other side. Even with the aroma of steamed rolls lingering in the air, Zhai Xiaofeng didn’t forget to stretch her neck and look— They were really lucky to eat five! If the food on the mountain was so abundant, it was even more so below. Especially since future in-laws were visiting, if Lun Chuan hadn’t firmly intervened, platter upon platter of fish and meat would have been served. And Lu Jingye finally tasted the dish she had been longing for, unable to hide her look of reminiscence and sentimentality. She remembered the upcoming meals would likely rely on Lao Song’s family, and quickly inquired eagerly: "Is there any work to do tomorrow?" There’s probably no work tomorrow, right? Wu Lan was just about to speak, when she heard Qiaoqiao say: "There is, tomorrow I will sell Mugwort Tea and Yuxing Grass Tea to the kids, need to package them." "Oh oh oh!" Wu Lan finally recalled this. Indeed, the previous batch of Mugwort Tea and Yuxing Grass Tea had been sent out for several days, and afterward Zhang Yanping mentioned the rare new year launch, suggesting accumulating more items before starting— Chapters first released on novel fire.net Mainly because the last time they teased too much, everyone was outraged, and the gangster leader inevitably felt guilty. In short, maybe a greater quantity will soothe public anger this time!