She is no longer a female supporting character in period novels

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Chapter 10: The Wife of the Fifties (10)

  Zhu Yun put a pancake on the edge of the pot, cooked a pot of rice porridge, and ate an apple after the meal. There were both meat and vegetables, staple food, fruit, porridge and vegetables, and

  she lived a happy life. After dinner, she baked pickled mustard greens pancakes, with chicken essence as the filling, crispy sesame seeds on the top, and a layer of slightly spicy bean paste on the back. Even after dinner, she couldn't help but eat one.

  At this time, smoke just started to come out of the neighbor's chimney. Zhu Yun smiled and handed Mrs. Tan a small basket of pancakes across the wall. There were about twelve pancakes, which were similar to the later pot cakes. Although they were large, they were very thin.

  "Sister-in-law, I just exchanged apples for a basket of dried vegetables. I only put some chicken soup in it. There's not much noodles here. You can't refuse."

  Mrs. Tan took it without hesitation, poured out the cake, filled half a basin with pickled radish, and pushed it back: "I pickled it at home. The men and children in the family like to eat it. They drink it with porridge in the morning and evening."

  Zhu Yun took it and told her about sending things to the neighbors. After

  dinner, Mrs. Tan threw the pots and bowls to her daughter to wash, and took Zhu Yun for a walk with great enthusiasm.

  The taste and texture of the dried vegetable cakes are excellent. It is completely possible to open a store and do business. It is loved by adults and children. When they heard that she was going to work in the cafeteria, they all expressed their expectation that she could take charge of the cooking.

  Although Zhu Yun had just moved here, most of the people living in this area were family members of the factory. They usually had contact with the family compound when they went to get food, work, and pick up their children. Some of them recognized her and had heard of her name.

  So within a day, the news about her, such as arranged marriage, not leaving home after divorce, being naughty, dirty hands and feet, asking for too much, etc., had spread.

  Some people sympathized, some were jealous, and some gloated, but since it was the first formal meeting, everyone still smiled and accepted the cakes, and gave some gifts in return.

  Zhu Yun had a scale in her heart, and she had a general understanding of the surrounding environment after the walk.

  Anyway, she was a big-hearted person. As long as she was happy and comfortable, she would never care about what others thought of her. She lived so openly, so openly that it was chilling!
  Carrying a kettle, Zhu Yun went to the cafeteria again with her bag.

  All the chefs who applied for the head chef position came today. There were fifteen in total, and they had to compete for eight positions. The ratio was almost 1:2, which was the largest ratio among all the positions.

  Compared with warehouse managers, kitchen helpers and other unskilled positions, more than a dozen were better than one, which was much better!
  Nowadays, chefs who are in charge of cooking have all learned from their masters little by little since they were apprentices, or have a very deep family inheritance. Due to the shortage of materials, they cannot practice freely, and few can learn to be independent.

  Especially the requirements for chefs in the first canteen are raised to a higher level. Not only must they have good skills, but they must also have several specialties to impress foreign guests and leaders.

  With so many conditions, there are very few people who dare to confidently sign up for cooking and go straight to being the chef.

  Among the fifteen, except Zhu Yun, there is only one woman, but they all look plump and look like chefs at first glance.