funbook-pk Chapter 31 I want to sign up!
Chapter 31 I want to sign up!
Lin Shuyao doesn't understand car manufacturing technology.
There's no way to contribute to the country from a technical standpoint.
But when it comes to cooking, especially Russian food, she does have some skill.
In later years, Russian became her second major. However, after graduation, she did not pursue a career in that field. Instead, she developed a strong interest in pastry making and went to study at Le Cordon Bleu, a prestigious institution in the field of pastry.
This school holds a position in the pastry world comparable to Harvard and Oxford in academia. Holding a degree from it grants virtually unparalleled influence within the industry. Michelin-starred chefs, five-star hotels, and top luxury dessert brands are all vying for its graduates.
Of course, those who graduate from there with the ability and financial resources often do not stop at hotels or restaurants; most of them eventually start their own brands.
Lin Shuyao also has her own brand.
She founded a high-end baking studio, but her business was just getting started, and before she could make her mark, she was transported to another world.
In addition to her illustrious Le Cordon Bleu resume, she has won numerous awards in international pastry competitions, including the World Pastry Cup and the World Chocolate Masters Competition. She has even received the MOF medal, which symbolizes the highest honor in French craftsmanship. There are only a handful of young people in the entire pastry industry who have collected medals from these major competitions.
But what does her experience in Western-style pastry making have to do with cooking Russian food?
Skillful!
Her business partner was a Russian girl!
The two were classmates since Le Cordon Bleu, rented an apartment together, and later lived together when they started their own businesses. The Russian girl used to be the head chef of a Michelin-starred Russian restaurant before she went on to specialize in Western pastry making. During their time living together, Lin Shuyao was influenced by her a lot and even received hands-on instruction, learning a lot of Russian cooking techniques. She has a solid foundation in both practice and theory.
The factory leaders quickly came out with the results of their emergency meeting.
The next day at noon, Lin Yao went to the cafeteria for lunch. From afar, she could see that the blackboard at the cafeteria entrance was surrounded by layers of people.
I could vaguely hear people discussing some competition and prize money.
Lin Shuyao curiously squeezed in to take a look, and saw a notice posted on the bulletin board, with black characters on red paper—
Urgent Notice!
To ensure the dietary needs of Soviet expert Comrade Ivanov and to guarantee the smooth commissioning of the "Red Star-1" engine production line, a search was launched for chefs skilled in preparing Soviet cuisine from across the entire factory (including affiliated units).
The selection process will be conducted in three rounds: appetizer, main course, and dessert. There are no restrictions on the specific dishes, and the evaluation will be based on Comrade Ivanov's assessment.
The winner will be temporarily appointed as Comrade Ivanov's personal chef, receiving a monthly salary of eighty yuan, plus an additional reward of one hundred yuan in cash, twenty jin of grain coupons, ten jin of meat coupons, one hundred industrial vouchers, and a Forever brand bicycle voucher!
Good heavens! In addition to the salary, there are also bonuses!
Lin Shuyao's eyes lit up when she saw the notice!
She had originally planned to find a canteen chef to share her Russian cooking skills for free, and teach them, which would be a way of quietly contributing to the factory. But now, she suddenly doesn't want to teach others anymore; she wants to do it herself!
The onlookers shared Lin Shuyao's sentiments; they were all overwhelmed with excitement at the sight of such a generous reward.
"My goodness! A monthly salary of 80 yuan is already the same as that of a senior technician, and with so many extra ration coupons, it's more than enough for the whole family to eat whatever we want for a month!"
"There are still a hundred industrial vouchers left! These days, what kind of thing doesn't require industrial vouchers to buy a sewing machine, a watch, or a radio? It takes an average family a year to save up enough industrial vouchers for one big item, but now we're getting 100 vouchers all at once! We can buy all three big items at once!"
"Bicycles are in high demand right now. We can scrape together the money to buy one, but the key is the ticket. If someone can get their hands on a bicycle ticket, even if they don't buy a bike themselves, they can make several tens of dollars just by reselling the ticket!"
"Emma, that's really something! Whoever wins the selection won't have to worry about the bride price!"
The crowd surged like a pot of boiling water, everyone's eyes gleaming with excitement and eagerness, their necks and faces flushed red, gesturing wildly, their minds racing with plans of how they would enjoy the reward: buying cloth to make new clothes, cutting meat to make dumplings, and even marrying a beautiful wife to have a big, healthy baby...
Oh my, just thinking about it is wonderful!
The scene of that collective dreaming was almost identical to the lottery players waiting outside lottery stations in later generations for the draw.
Until someone suddenly woke up:
"But we don't know how to cook Soviet food!"
"I heard that the Russian is very picky about food. The factory specially transferred a Soviet chef from the next city to taste his dishes. I heard that the Russian barely ate a few bites of a dish and even scolded the chef. Just think about it, he doesn't even like the food made by his own country's chefs, so if we were to cook, he would be even more... sigh..."
These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over the heads of those who were dreaming, instantly waking them up considerably.
The rewards are generous, but it depends on whether you have the ability to claim them!
Forget it, those people can't even cook Chinese food properly, let them just watch the show.
Those who had the self-awareness clicked their tongues and quieted down.
But some people were still unwilling to give up; if they couldn't do it themselves, they wanted their family members to try.
"How about I send my wife over? Her fried noodles with soybean paste and braised pork are absolutely amazing. Every time she makes them, the whole neighborhood drools from the smell. Maybe the old Russian will like them?"
Immediately someone retorted: "Come on, only your family likes the food your wife makes. Russians eat steak, salad, and borscht. No matter how fragrant your braised pork is, it's useless."
The man retorted, "Then I'll have my wife learn! Chinese food is so complicated, but my wife can cook it well. How could she be stumped by Soviet cuisine? Like that salad, isn't it just a big stew like we have here? Just chop up cucumbers, lettuce, and tomatoes, sprinkle some seasoning on top, what's so difficult about it!"
"Hahaha, you make it sound so easy. Didn't that Soviet cook who was transferred to the factory before know all this? He was a native of the country, and he was still criticized for his terrible cooking. Ivanov was very picky! Otherwise, why would the higher-ups offer such a large reward?"
This conversation successfully dissuaded another group of people.
Most of them have regained consciousness, so the reward is something ordinary people like them can forget about.
Just then, a voice came from the back of the crowd, "Make way, make way, Director Wang from the Logistics Department is here."
"Anyone who wants to participate, or who has someone to recommend, can register with Director Wang now!"
The crowd parted to make way, and several logistics staff members escorted a middle-aged man who looked like a leader to the bulletin board. Then, the staff members began to set up efficiently, moving tables and placing benches... In no time, a simple registration area was set up.
Director Wang sat at the registration table, where registration forms and pens were laid out, waiting for everyone to register.
If they had arrived a little earlier, the table would probably have been packed with people. But now, everyone calmly stepped back and stood about two meters away from the registration table, just waiting to watch the show.
Lin Shuyao didn't sign up right away, thinking she'd wait and see before signing up herself. Otherwise, it would seem a bit abrupt for her to be the first to do it, and she didn't want to become the center of everyone's attention.
Before long, the first person to arrive actually arrived.