Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 731 People coming and going

But when it came to seasoning, Sha Zhu was in trouble. In the past, with his keen sense of taste, he would add seasonings just like he had a scale in his heart, and the saltiness was just right. But today, he added salt, but he couldn't taste it at all, so he could only add more based on his feeling. The meal was ready, and the workers came to get the food one after another. As soon as they took a bite, someone frowned. "Sha Zhu, why is this dish so salty today? It's so salty!" A worker shouted loudly. Sha Zhu was shocked and quickly took a spoonful to taste it himself, but in his mouth, he couldn't taste anything except a vague salty taste. He pretended to be calm and said, "I'm sorry, everyone. I slipped today and added a little more salt. I will make sure it's done well tomorrow." Although the workers grumbled a few words, they didn't care too much. After all, everyone recognized Sha Zhu's daily cooking skills. But in the following days, the situation did not improve, but got worse. The food Sha Zhu cooked was either too salty and bitter, or too bland. He couldn't even tell if the food was cooked. Once, he used sugar instead of salt when making braised pork, and the meat turned out to be so sweet that it made people frown. His co-workers were not happy, "Sha Zhu, what's wrong with you lately? How can we eat this food?" "Yes, if this continues, we will have to go out to eat." There was a lot of scolding in the kitchen. The canteen leader couldn't sit still anymore, so he called Sha Zhu to his office and said seriously, "Sha Zhu, the quality of your food has declined too much recently, and the co-workers have complaints. You have to find the reason and solve this problem quickly, otherwise this job will be difficult." Sha Zhu lowered his head, feeling very uncomfortable. He wanted to say that he had lost his sense of taste, but he was afraid that the leader would not believe him and think he was making excuses. Sha Zhu was frustrated when he came out of the leader's office. He returned to the kitchen and looked at the familiar stove and pots and pans, and almost couldn't hold back his tears. In the past, he was very powerful in the kitchen with his cooking skills, but now he has become a laughing stock. But Sha Zhu has a spirit of not admitting defeat in his bones, and he decided to find a way to solve the problem himself. Sha Zhu began to carefully recall the details before and after he lost his sense of taste, wondering if he had eaten something bad. He rummaged through the medicine box at home and looked through all the medicines he had taken recently, but found nothing. In desperation, he went to the hospital secretly without telling anyone. People were coming and going in the hospital, and Sha Zhu ran back and forth between the registration office and departments, hoping to find the cause of the disease. After a series of examinations, the doctor frowned and told him that the loss of taste was caused by nerve damage, and as for when it could be restored, it depended on luck. When Sha Zhu heard the news, he was like being struck by lightning, and walked out of the hospital in a daze. When he got home, Sha Zhu locked himself in the room, refusing to eat or drink. He knew in his heart that without his sense of taste, he might not be able to keep his job as a chef. Thinking that he would no longer be able to sweat in front of the stove and cook delicious meals for his coworkers, he felt that there was no hope for life. But life had to go on, and Sha Zhu gritted his teeth and decided to keep it a secret from everyone and continue working in the kitchen. The next day, Sha Zhu came to the kitchen as usual. He thought that since he couldn't taste the flavor, he would cook based on experience and memory. He carefully wrote down the amount of seasoning in a notebook, and strictly followed the records of how much salt and sugar to put in each dish. But even so, the food he made was still unsatisfactory. The vinegar-fried cabbage he made that day had too little vinegar, and the cabbage didn't taste sour at all, and his coworkers complained again. "Sha Zhu, do you know how to cook? This cabbage is no different from boiled cabbage!" "That's right, where did your previous skills go?" Faced with these accusations, Sha Zhu could only endure silently. He felt wronged, but he couldn't explain. The other chefs in the kitchen usually had a good relationship with Sha Zhu, but now they were getting impatient when they saw him making mistakes all the time. "Sha Zhu, if you really can't do it, just talk to your boss and take a few days off. Don't delay everyone's work here." A chef kindly advised. Sha Zhu felt a pang in his heart when he heard it, and he said stubbornly: "No, I can do it, I can definitely make the meal well." Days passed, and Sha Zhu was still struggling with his mistakes. Once, when he was making scrambled eggs with tomatoes, he mistook cooking wine for soy sauce, and the dish had a strange smell. The workers took the plates, dumped the dishes directly, turned around and left, muttering: "Sha Zhu, don't cook anymore, it's a waste of ingredients." Sha Zhu looked at the dumped food, and his heart felt like being stabbed by a knife. He began to doubt himself, whether he could really never make delicious meals again. But just when Sha Zhu was about to give up, a turning point appeared. One day, Uncle Li from the workshop came to find Sha Zhu. Uncle Li is an old employee of the steel rolling mill. He likes to eat the food cooked by Sha Zhu on weekdays. He saw that Sha Zhu was not in a good state recently, so he asked quietly and learned that Sha Zhu had lost his sense of taste. Uncle Li found Sha Zhu and said earnestly: "Sha Zhu, Uncle knows that it is not easy for you. But don't be discouraged. Cooking is not just about taste. You can make good food with your heart. Why did you cook delicious food before? That's because you thought about everyone and wanted everyone to eat happily. Now that you have no sense of taste, you have to feel the ingredients and think about the combination of seasonings. Uncle believes in you and you will be able to do it." Uncle Li's words were like a ray of light shining into Sha Zhu's dark world. Since then, Sha Zhu came to the kitchen early every day and carefully studied the characteristics of each ingredient. He put various seasonings in front of him and judged their dosage by observing the color and smelling the smell. In order to find the right seasoning ratio, he made the same dish repeatedly and tried again and again. Every time his colleagues made suggestions, he carefully recorded them and analyzed them carefully after returning. At a dinner party for employees' families held in the factory, Sha Zhu was in charge of cooking. He prepared carefully and made every process perfect. That day, he made a dish of braised spareribs, which was bright red in color and fragrant. After tasting it, the workers and their families praised it. "Sha Zhu, these spareribs are so delicious, and they still taste the same!" "Yes, Sha Zhu, your cooking skills are back!" Hearing these compliments, Sha Zhu's eyes were moist. He knew that his efforts were not in vain. Although he lost his sense of taste, he regained his confidence as a chef with his heart and persistence. Since then, Sha Zhu has regained his former style in the kitchen. Although there are still some small mistakes occasionally, the workers can understand. Because they know how much effort Sha Zhu has put in to make every meal well. And Sha Zhu also understands that it is inevitable to encounter setbacks in life. As long as you don't give up and do it with your heart, you will definitely find your own way out.