Almighty substitute teacher

Chapter 7 The Birth of Juewei Pan Mian
Thanks to Uncle Water Grass, thanks to Wisteria Hualuo, and thanks to book friend 20200403175957570 for the recommendation ticket, and Misty Rain added a chapter to express my gratitude!
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Yang Zhengdong's face was full of confusion, but he also knew that this was just thinking about it, and he was really asked to revitalize Huaxia education. There are so many capable people in the Huaxia nation, how could it be his turn.

It was still early, and he looked through the histories of other dynasties, and unexpectedly made another discovery.

The history before the Qin and Han Dynasties was basically the same as that of the earth. However, these dynasties, including the most brilliant Tang and Song Dynasties, had a lot of cultural deficiencies. Some well-known articles and poems were not handed down, and many cultural giants Niu actually didn't mention it at all.

Yang Zhengdong suspects that either the history of Blue Star has shifted since the Qin and Han Dynasties, or that many precious cultures have been lost in the 300-year "chaotic era". No matter which one is in his opinion, it is the Chinese nation here in Blue Star. , and even a huge loss to the whole world.

Flipping through the history of China, Yang Zhengdong sighed while looking at it. The glory of China here was much more splendid than China on Earth, but China today is even more miserable than China on Earth.

"Zhengdong, I'm back, you don't even turn on the light while reading, you're not afraid to be blinded by the darkness, you!"

Yang Zhengdong was so engrossed in watching it that he watched it for several hours without knowing it. It was already afternoon, and the house was small and the light was dim.

Wang Dong came in carrying a lot of things, seeing Yang Zhengdong reading in such an environment, he couldn't help scolding him loudly.

"Oh? Why did it get dark so quickly? Did you buy the things back?"

Yang Zhengdong looked up at the black figure at the door, identified it for a while, and found out that it was Wang Dong, a dark fat man, rubbed his sore eyes and asked.

"It's almost four o'clock. I can't prepare things well. You won't be reading all the time, right? Didn't you eat lunch?"

"I forgot to read the book..."

Yang Zhengdong patted the back of his head and replied with a smile, he didn't expect to look at it for so long.

"I really convinced you. I just didn't eat it. Let's go together. Take a look at these things. I got them after traveling a lot!"

Wang Dong pulled a stool, sat casually in the room, and opened the bag on the ground for Yang Zhengdong to see.

"This is two catties of beef, this is half a catty of mutton fat, and these meat ingredients, peppers, and I even took a piece of beef leg bone from the old black meat stall in the village. What do you think?"

Yang Zhengdong picked up the things that Wang Dong brought over, smelled them, they were all quite fresh.The quality of the meat and dried chili is also good, with a strong taste, which looks much better than those "processed" on the earth.

"Very good. Today I will teach you how to make pan noodles. Let's cook the soup first. It will take a long time. You can keep an eye on it before I knead the noodles."

Yang Zhengdong took Wang Dong out and instructed him to wash the ingredients, while he cleaned out the big pot used for cooking at the funeral, and brought some firewood to prepare the pan noodle soup.

After Wang Dong finished washing, he put the things in several baskets, lit the fire and started to heat the pot. After the water stains were gone, he began to pour oil. Under Wang Dong's surprised eyes, more than two catties of oil were poured into the pot , made a whole half pot.

Yang Zhengdong boiled another half catty of mutton oil in, and when the oil was hot, he took out the mutton oil residue and began to add spices.

Wang Dong watched from the side, not daring to bother to ask questions, watching Yang Zhengdong fish out the spices like flowing water, and then put other ingredients in, he couldn't help but think of a question, when will this Zhengdong be able to cook? ?It seems that he doesn't know how to cook other than stir-fried cabbage and potatoes.

When the chili peppers were finally fried, they took them out, got some oil out, and started to stir-fry the beef, then covered them with dried chili peppers, and told Wang Dong to watch over how often the oil should be poured before he had a chance to ask.

"That's it? I learned it outside the past few years. I met a retired teacher at school and learned two tricks from him. The most important thing in this board is the material and the noodles. In fact, there is nothing too special about it. Remember Come down, practice a few times and you will be familiar with it, and I will teach you how to knead noodles later.”

After Yang Zhengdong finished speaking, he went in and took out half a bag of white noodles, and then took out the noodle kneading basin and some ingredients, and put them aside to show Wang Dong how to knead the noodles.

"The noodles of this board are also very particular. The name of the board is because the noodles are beaten on the chopping board, so it gets its name..."

"Salt and water should be added to kneading noodles, kneading dough should be kneaded, and then knead them into this kind of uniform small noodle sticks, spread sesame oil on it..."

"When it's time to use it, throw and pull the noodles like this, and then it will become a plate of noodles. The cooked noodles in the pot are white, smooth, and crystal clear. Finally, add some blanched green vegetables to the cooked noodles..."

Yang Zhengdong explained while making, the dough seemed to have spirituality in his hands, constantly changing its shape, watching Wang Dong couldn't help but want to try it himself, coupled with the stewed soup that was being cooked, the strong aroma kept stimulating His salivary glands kept swallowing, wishing he could eat right away.

"Zhengdong, is this getting better soon?"

Wang Dong said that his stomach was very cooperative, and there was a loud grunt, and the two couldn't help laughing.

"Hurry up, it will be almost half an hour later. Remember, if you want to have delicious pan noodles, you need stewed soup and noodles, and stewed soup is the most important thing. Otherwise, no matter how good the noodles are, it's useless." .”

"Hey, remember!"

The two were teaching the other, and before they knew it, the sun was setting towards the west, and it was about to fall behind the mountains in the distance. Yang Zhengdong took out two large bowls and began to serve noodles, put a few green vegetables on them, and boiled the stewed rice. Dig out some minced beef from the soup, pour it with bright red chili and soup, and the first bowl of beef noodles in Lanxing is hot out of the oven.

"Oh, what are you two doing? The taste is really delicious!"

Before Wang Dong picked up the bowl and put the noodles in his mouth, a loud voice came from outside the door. The visitor opened the fences of Yang Zhengdong's house without waiting for an answer, and trotted over.

"I said, mouse, you have a good nose. I'm so worthy of your name. As soon as the noodles came out of the pot, you smelled it and ran over. If you want to eat, go to the house to get a bowl and chopsticks!"

Wang Dong looked at the young man who ran in, and cursed angrily.

The hippie smiling young man called Mouse didn't care, he greeted Yang Zhengdong, went straight to the house to get a bowl and chopsticks, and when he came back, he picked up a big bowl for himself, and Yang Zhengdong poured the marinade on him with a smile.

This young man Yang Zhengdong naturally knew him. His first name was Wang Hao, and his nickname was Mouse.He is fat Wang Dong's uncle, that is, his cousin. He is one year younger than Wang Dong, but the same age as Yang Zhengdong, and he is usually a good friend to play with.

"Hiss... ha... so spicy..."

"Hiss... ha... smells good! It smells so good!"

Holding the bowls, Wang Dong and Wang Hao basically had the same expression, eating the noodles with big mouthfuls, making hissing and hissing sounds from their mouths, but they just couldn't bear to stop.Especially Wang Hao, his mouth was red from the hot pepper, and his tears were mixed with sweat.

"This noodles are so delicious, brother, give me another bowl!"

Wang Hao's mouth was almost like a sausage, and he was still holding the bowl with tears in his eyes, looking at Yang Zhengdong eagerly, wanting to have another bowl.

"Okay, don't worry, there is plenty of noodles, enough for you to eat. Go drink some water, or your mouth will be swollen soon."

Yang Zhengdong took the bowl, smiled and pulled a few noodles and boiled them in. After 2 minutes, he scooped them into the bowl, poured a spoonful of beef and a spoonful of red soup, and a large bowl of ban mee was fresh and delicious.

This time, the taste of ban mian is not bad. Yang Zhengdong didn’t expect the skill of “ban mian king” given by the system to be so easy to use. He has a lot of knowledge about ban mian and ingredients out of thin air. Making ban mian is like a familiar hand for many years. The same, and the taste is much better than what he has eaten on Earth.

No wonder he can be regarded as a master, he has become a master of board noodles without knowing it, and when the teacher can't do it, he can't sell the board noodles.Back then on Earth, he would always watch the news, saying that the daily income of pan mei was [-], and the monthly income of pancakes was [-], which made him envious.

This time Yang Zhengdong made about four to five catties of noodles, he just ate a big bowl, and the rest went into the stomachs of Wang Dong and Wang Hao.In the end, the two of them couldn't sit still on the bench, so they could only stand up and eat with their stomachs straight, pouring cold water into their stomachs for free.

It made him wonder, with so many noodles and half a tank of water, how did these two people get into their stomachs, don't eat pan noodles to make them stuffed to death.

"I told you two not to eat it. It's delicious but you have to digest it. Don't burst your stomach. If you want to eat it in the future, you can't do it!"

Yang Zhengdong looked at Wang Dong who seemed to be more than six months pregnant, and hurriedly persuaded him earnestly.

"Oh, the main reason is that it's so delicious! Zhengdong, I've just learned this banmian from you, and I think it will definitely become popular!"

Wang Dong obediently put down the bowl, Yang Zhengdong looked at it, and said, yes!The big bowl of noodles was eaten again, and there was only a little soup left at the bottom of the bowl.

"Brother Dong, I want to learn too! I want to learn too!"

Wang Hao, who ate too much next to him and could only talk with his neck up, heard that Wang Dong wanted to learn how to make pan noodles, so he hurriedly answered the question.

"This is an exclusive secret recipe. It is passed on to males and not females... No, it is only passed on to apprentices, so you can plant your land and join in the fun!"

When Wang Dong heard Wang Hao yelling that he wanted to learn, he said angrily.

"Why can't you learn from me? Besides, I can also worship Brother Dong as my teacher!"

After Wang Hao finished speaking, he was going to apprentice with his big belly, but he ate too much, and he couldn't kneel down even if he wanted to.

Blue Star Huaxia is still very traditional in this regard. Master-apprentice inheritance is more important. To learn a craft, you really have to kowtow on the ground and offer tea. In the future, the master of this craft can only use it to earn money. Can not be used indiscriminately.

"Brother Wuen, get out! Why are you making such a fuss, you still need to kowtow to learn from your teacher, this is not the time in your old life."

Seeing this, Yang Zhengdong smiled and kicked him and cursed.

"Don't you have to kowtow to learn art from a teacher! Did Brother Dong kowtow to you? If I didn't kowtow, then I would be the first disciple of Kaishan, and he had to call me senior brother!"

Wang Hao got kicked, but he didn't really knock it down, but he still couldn't finish his mouth, and used words to run on Wang Dong.

"Never mind your business!"

Wang Dong also kicked in the past.

"Shut up, you two, mouse. You are not suitable for making pasta. Breeding is your specialty. Fatty is quite suitable for making this kind of noodles. I taught him first, and I will teach you later if you want to learn!"

Yang Zhengdong has already seen it with the "eyes of a famous teacher". Wang Hao's most suitable career direction is the six animal husbandry sub-item in the breeding sub-item, which is the so-called horse, cattle, sheep, chicken, dog, and hog, but he doesn't know this skill right now.

"Fatty, come and learn from me from tomorrow, I guess it will be almost a few days, but let's say first, you have to prepare the materials you use!"

"Okay, Zhengdong, why don't I take you as my teacher? After all, the rules of the ancestors are not easy to break!"

Wang Dong said with a tangled expression, as if he was in constant psychological struggle, wondering if he should kowtow to Yang Zhengdong.

(End of this chapter)