Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 556 - 320: The Ultimate Test—Stir-Frying Wheat Germ in a Iron Wok

That afternoon, Xiaobao continued his shift in the power distribution room. Old Liu didn't confront him about secretly playing on his phone and lying; he acted as if he knew nothing and gave Xiaobao a day off to rest.

Before he knew it, the second day had ended. Although Xiaobao slacked off a bit, he managed to get through it. Since the daytime work was relatively light, after dinner, he even had the energy to do his accumulated laundry.

On the morning of the third day, after breakfast, Old Liu was, as usual, waiting for Xiaobao at the door.

"Uncle, am I going to continue my shift in the power distribution room today?" Xiaobao grinned, speaking with great certainty.

After all, working on the production line usually involved heavy labor, whereas staying in the power distribution room was comfortable. There was a place to sit, and he could play on his phone. Besides being a bit lonely with no one to talk to, it was a thousand times better than carrying bait on the production line.

"Yesterday you got lucky because someone took a day off, allowing you to fill in and have a break. Today, since everyone is here, if you take the shift, what would the rightful person do?

Come on, I'll take you to today's work location.

After observing you for two days, I have a pretty good understanding of your situation. The next few days of work will be your final test from the organization, so you must persevere to the end!"

"What's going on?" Hearing the words 'final test', Xiaobao was quietly filled with anticipation.

"Just follow me and stop talking so much!"

Soon, under Old Liu's guidance, Xiaobao arrived at a spot near the westernmost side of the workshop.

Here, near the foot of the wall, there was a pile of raw materials in woven bags stacked like a mountain.

A short distance away, a huge iron pot with a diameter of over two and a half meters stood quietly.

An aroma of grains being heated wafted over from the pot.

"What's this about? Cooking? No, meals are made in the cafeteria. Why is there such a big pot of this kind of equipment in the workshop?" Xiaobao looked at the mountain of unknown materials in woven bags with some apprehension and then at the extraordinarily large iron pot.

"Today's work is not as physically demanding as carrying bait from the other day, but it's very challenging! Carrying bags before was all about strength, you could do it if you had the strength, but today is different; I'll teach you some skills!" Old Liu said with an air of importance.

"Skills, what skills? There are pots and charcoal here; what are they for?" Xiaobao walked to the edge of the pot and took a look, scraping a little bit of fish bait residue from the corner.

"Stop studying it! This process is called frying embryos! It's all about frying the raw wheat germ in a big pot heated by charcoal until cooked and fragrant!

Know about wheat germ? It's the main ingredient in commercial super allures! Our fish bait factory uses it a lot, whether it's yellow surface bait or wild fishing pulling bait, they all can't do without this bait material! Technically, a drum oven or something could also be used, but the flavor fried over charcoal is incomparable."

After hearing Old Liu's explanation, Xiaobao subconsciously swallowed. He couldn't help but calculate in his mind.

Damn, in July or August, in such hot weather, they want Lord Xiaobao to fry embryos over the pot? This task might not be as tiring as carrying bait, but the heat, combined with having to bend over and straighten up constantly to stir-fry the wheat germ, is definitely no good.

Xiaobao judged that this understanding was quite accurate, but in front of Old Liu, he couldn't express it directly and could only nod with resolve headstrong.

"Frying embryos is a technical task. The control of the heat requires high precision, and the way of stir-frying is an art. Stop standing around; ignite the charcoal underneath, and I'll teach you!"

Old Liu, while directing the work, tucked the hem of his half-sleeve into his waistband.

Once the preparations were made, Old Liu climbed directly onto the stove. After feeling the heat of the pot with a simple touch, he poured in a fifty-pound bag of embryos into the pot.

"Frying embryos is essentially an art of controlling the heat. To fully bring out the aroma of the embryos, you must control the heat and the state of the embryos with extreme precision. Besides, you have to keep stir-frying to maintain the embryos' temperature at a stable state! Use the large shovel for stir-frying, like this!"

When it came to business, Old Liu was extremely serious, meticulously demonstrating the various action details of embryo frying for Xiaobao.

When it's time to increase the fire to bring out the aroma of the embryos. When it needs to be lowered to prevent overfrying and scorching, a whole bag of wheat germ, in less than ten minutes, turned fragrant as the aroma of the grains filled the air, and with the right heat, the embryos were cooked.

Seeing Old Liu casually grab a handful of wheat germ and taste it, the heat was just right, and it could be taken out for the next processing step.

"Did you learn the details I just demonstrated? Come up and pack the embryos from the pot back and then bring another bag over, it's your turn to fry this time!"

"Uh, I got most of it!"

"If you understand, stop dawdling! The inventory isn't much, and the next process is waiting to use it! I'll hold the bag open for you, and you pack all the cooked embryos up."

"Oh, okay!"

Just like that, under Old Liu's intentional guidance, Xiaobao quickly joined in on the embryo frying work.

With Old Liu overseeing the progress and the heat, Xiaobao's risk in embryo frying was not too high. Throughout the process, Xiaobao essentially served as the main labor force, adding materials, turning materials, outputting materials, with all sorts of bending and straightening involved in the work motions.

Not even a fifty-pound bag of embryos had been fried completely when Xiaobao was already considering surrendering.