Cheng Dong said to Wang Fan: "Hello, Mr. Wang. Currently, there are 160,000 disaster victims in the entire izhou area. Our temporary station needs to distribute als for 5,000 people and 100 firefighters. The priority is to ensure everyone gets a hot al, not demanding intricate dishes."
Upon hearing this, Wang Fan felt an overwhelming pressure. Back at the cafeteria, handling 600 servings was already near the limit.
Here, counting himself and Zhuo Qianqian, there are only five people responsible for over 5,000 als. This ans treating one person as three. It’s a huge challenge for Wang Fan and the kitchen staff firefighters.
"We just received notification that the first batch of disaster victims will be sent over in a few minutes. If possible, please prepare to start."
Cheng Dong spoke very sincerely. He had no authority over Wang Fan and could only hope these two young people would be reliable.
Wang Fan nodded and said, "Don’t worry, I estimate I can make servings for 200 people in 20 minutes."
Cheng Dong looked at Wang Fan in surprise: "200 servings in 20 minutes? Are you sure? Now’s not the ti for jokes."
Knowing with their current skills, they can only prepare for 300 people in an hour; delivering 200 servings in 20 minutes sounded like a boast, or a slap in the face for them.
Wang Fan said awkwardly, "I really can, but it’ll just be simple rice with stead pork ribs in fernted black bean sauce. This is the fastest al I can prepare currently, though the taste will definitely be lacking."
Cheng Dong saw his expression wasn’t deceitful, but even scratching his head, he couldn’t figure out how one person could prepare food for 200 people in 20 minutes.
"You’re really not joking? Every piece of data needs precision now."
Cheng Dong looked at Wang Fan seriously. Wang Fan nodded: "Absolutely no problem."
"Okay, if you can really do that, I will recomnd you for a comndation to the higher-ups and sincerely thank you on behalf of the izhou community!"
Wang Fan waved his hand repeatedly: "It’s just doing my part. Let’s start now."
Cheng Dong nodded, took a deep look at Wang Fan, then turned back to his area of responsibility.
Wang Fan returned to the RV. Zhuo Qianqian was already rinsing rice. Wang Fan picked up his phone and started to compose a ssage.
"I’m currently in izhou, which is experiencing historical flooding. There are 160,000 stranded victims. Friends nearby or willing to help, please contact ."
With a mindset of trying anything out of desperation, he posted a status on his Weibo.
Even one helper ans more strength.
After posting, he put his phone aside and began to sort out ingredients with Zhuo Qianqian.
In Guangfu, the service for selling vegetables and at was indeed adequate. The ribs he bought were mostly pre-cut. He placed them in a basin, added flour and salt, and vigorously stirred until they were clean.
Dried tangerine peel, fernted black beans, garlic, onion, and turric were processed in the blender.
This was not the ti to worry about losing soul without manual cutting — speed was the essence.
Once the seasoning was blended, he poured it over the cleaned ribs. Green and red pepper bits, pure peanut oil, salt, sugar, soy sauce, oyster sauce, and finally, a touch of white vinegar. He began stirring with his arms.
After mixing the ribs adequately, he set them aside, took out the trays from the combi oven, placed rinsed rice in them, poured boiling water, and then arranged the marinated ribs inside. By the ti all 20 trays were in the combi oven, he heard so noises outside.
Looking through the RV glass, he saw disaster victims were being transferred over by the firefighters.
These people included young and old, mostly elders and children, drenched from head to toe. Their faces showed fear amidst survival or sadness from destroyed hos, which tugged at Wang Fan’s heart.
Firefighters arranged the villagers in the rest area, giving them water and bread imdiately. Most of the elders and children started devouring it, indicating they hadn’t eaten for a while.
Li Kai ca over and asked through the window in a deep voice, "How long until the villagers can start eating?"
Wang Fan replied, "als can start in 30 minutes, but they can first drink a bowl of ginger tea in 5 minutes to warm up."
Li Kai looked at Wang Fan with astonishnt, not expecting the young man in front of him to be so thoughtful.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Wang Fan nodded and began stirring ginger in the pot. After being soaked for long periods, a large bowl of ginger tea with brown sugar raises energy and dispels cold effectively.
It also maximizes ti use.
Li Kai walked to Cheng Dong and asked, "How long until villagers can start eating? How many servings are prepared?"
Bread, in everyone’s eyes, is just a snack. Only hot als can settle the villagers’ hearts.
Cheng Dong reported: "Report Vice Captain, als can start in batches in approximately 30 minutes. The first batch caters to 160 people."
Li Kai nodded, the result expected. Although this batch had over 700 villagers, starting with serving the elderly and young was a good start.
Looking at Li Kai’s expression, Cheng Dong decided to report honestly: "By the way, Vice Captain, Mr. Wang said he can make servings for 200 people in 20 minutes. Do you want to check on it later?"
"How many?!"
Li Kai doubted his hearing.
"200 servings in 20 minutes."
Cheng Dong repeated.
"Blowing smoke!"
Li Kai nearly uttered these words but swallowed them quickly.
"Isn’t this nonsense? What is he preparing for the villagers?"
"He said rice with stead pork ribs in fernted black bean sauce."
Cheng Dong wanted to say more, but the intercom already summoned him back urgently by the captain. He had no choice but to quickly turn and run out.
"You should test it later; if you think it’s not up to standard, don’t let him continue! Reckless!"
Hardly finishing this instruction, Li Kai already jumped into the fire truck and sped off.
Cheng Dong sighed, hoping the young brother wasn’t boasting recklessly.
Wang Fan wasn’t actually boasting.
His combi oven has 20 slots, each holding a tray with enough rice and ribs for 10 people. Once cooked, it’s servings for 20 people.
He hasn’t even used his trump card yet.
If he’s right, the efficiency could even double!
"Qianqian, what’s the food from the combi oven supposed to do again?"
"Huh?"
Zhuo Qianqian looked at Wang Fan in confusion; what was this about? Amnesia?
"To serve the disaster victims, of course."
Wang Fan smiled, waiting for that answer!
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