I have a portable farm

[Recite the Situ website silently three times. Do you remember it? If you don’t remember, I’ll ask again in the next chapter. It’s best to share it on Facebook for me]

"Mengmeng, Tongtong, and Fengying haven't come back yet. Leave some for them. They have been talking about you every day these days."

Zhao Xinyu felt warm in his heart and smiled, "There are many more. You guys can eat while I cook first."

"Xinyu, make some steamed buns today. Your grandfather has been clamoring for several days and wants to eat steamed buns." Meng Feiyan said with a smile when Zhao Xinyu left the living room.

Zhao Xinyu stopped and turned to look at his grandfather Meng Lie, "Grandpa, today we are not eating steamed buns, today we are eating noodles."

"Knife-cut noodles", Guan Zhentian and Du Gang were stunned when they heard this name. They seemed to have heard of this name, but they couldn't remember where they had heard it.

When Meng Lie and Luo Xiao heard about the noodles, their eyes lit up at the same time, "Can you still make noodles?"

Zhao Xinyu smiled and said, "Don't forget where I grew up."

Knife noodles are all cut with a knife, hence the name. The noodle leaves cut out with a knife are medium thick and have thin edges. It has sharp edges and looks like a willow leaf; it is smooth on the outside and stringy on the inside, soft but not sticky, and becomes more fragrant the more you chew it. It is very popular among those who like pasta. Together with fried noodles, braised noodles, hot dry noodles and dandan noodles, it is known as the five major noodles in China.

It's just that pasta is popular in the north, while rice is the main dish in the south. Therefore, shaved noodles are famous in the north, but not many people in the south know about it.

Meng Lie and Luo Xiao have always lived in the northern region. Of course they know that northerners love knife-shaped noodles, especially in the land of Sanjin, where knife-shaped noodles are their favorite.

"I've wanted to eat it for a long time, and I thought you wouldn't do it. It turns out you're hiding something secret," Luo Xiao scolded with a smile.

Zhao Xinyu laughed and said, "Grandpa Luo, it's not that I don't want to make it, it's mainly because I don't have a good flavor. I'll let you have a good time today and eat authentic shrimp paste noodles."

Zhao Xinyu's words made Meng Lie, Luo Xiao, and even Meng Feiyan and Luo Yan, the four northerners, stunned. In their impression, the noodles were cut with a knife, and the noodles were Hun Xiangzi and Su Xiangzi.

Hunxiangzi has the main raw material of beef or pork flavor, supplemented by various seasonings in the middle, while vegetarian saozi uses yellow flowers and eggs as the main raw materials.

When eating noodles, add a braised egg, tofu, dried tofu or roasted pork, which is the greatest enjoyment for northerners.

They also know about shrimp paste, but they have never heard of using shrimp paste as a sauce for noodles.

"Do you know how to make it? Why have I never heard of noodles and shrimp paste?"

Zhao Xinyu laughed and said, "That's because the shrimp paste they made doesn't taste good. You'll know that tonight."

When he got to the kitchen, Zhao Xinyu got a lot of snow krill from the space and started making shrimp paste.

In the traditional method, the shrimps are first soaked in water and allowed to spit out the sediment in their bellies. Then the shrimps are beaten into shrimp paste, added with salt, and stored in a sealed container for half a month and twenty days before consumption.

However, Zhao Xinyu's approach was different. He had a secret method passed down to him by his old man. After beating the snow krill into shrimp paste, he added a lot of things to it.

The moment the seasonings were put in, the semi-finished shrimp paste began to have a faint fragrance, and there was no trace of earthy fishy smell at all.

After finishing it, Zhao Xinyu directly put the large basin of shrimp paste into the large pot and steamed it over high heat. The moment the large pot started to steam, a rich aroma began to permeate the kitchen.

Smelling this aroma, Zhao Xinyu nodded with satisfaction. It was worthy of being called snow krill. This aroma was countless times stronger than the taste made from shrimps in top mountain springs.

As the aroma filled the air, Qing Feng appeared in front of the door, a mouthful of saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth, "Boss, what did you make, so fragrant?"

Zhao Xinyu laughed loudly, "Shrimp paste, wait and I will get you some noodles for you to try."

As Zhao Xinyu finished speaking, Meng Feiyan and Luo Yan came in from the outside at the same time, "Xinyu, what is this, why does it smell so good?"

"Shrimp paste."

Zhao Xinyu's words made Meng Feiyan and Luo Yan stunned. In their imaginations, shrimp paste had an unpleasant smell, but now they couldn't smell that smell at all.

Meng Feiyan and Luo Yan looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise. Zhao Xinyu would not lie to them. Since Zhao Xinyu said it was shrimp paste, it must be shrimp paste, but they were a little confused because they smelled other shrimp paste. I can't even eat. Now that I smell Zhao Xinyu's shrimp paste, I feel hungry.

The two returned to the living room to report to several old men. Zhao Xinyu took out another translucent fairy mushroom that looked like a cauldron and prepared it.

"Zhao Xinyu, shrimp..." Just as Zhao Xinyu was busy in the kitchen, Du Mengnan's voice came from outside the door, and then Du Mengnan, Guan Bingtong, and Liu Fengying came in from the outside.

Du Mengnan originally planned to ask about shrimp paste, but when he saw half a fairy mushroom in the kitchen, the three of them were stunned on the spot.

Mushrooms are familiar to everyone, and Du Mengnan and Guan Bingtong live in the south, so they have never seen any kind of mushrooms.

But the mushroom in front of them was beyond their expectations. Half of it, even though it was only half, occupied a large space. Just this half of the mushroom could not be accommodated in an ordinary pot.

"This..." Ren Du Mengnan was well-informed. She was a little stuttering when she spoke. The fairy mushrooms gave them too much shock.

Zhao Xinyu chuckled, "What's wrong?"

When he smiled, Du Mengnan and the three of them came to their senses. Seeing the evil smile on Zhao Xinyu's face, the three of them turned cold. A sound like a slaughtering pig was heard in the kitchen.

"You got this from the mountains." Du Mengnan asked with a smile to avenge the ridicule.

Zhao Xinyu nodded with a sad face, "You are too cruel."

"Humph", who asked you to laugh at us.

"What kind of mushroom is this? It's too big."

"This is fairy mushroom, it tastes good."

"I heard from grandpa that you are going to make shrimp paste noodles. Where is the shrimp paste?"

Zhao Xinyu pointed to the refrigerator, and the three of them immediately left Zhao Xinyu and went to the refrigerator. They heard Meng Feiyan and Luo Yan talk about how delicious shrimp paste tasted, which aroused their interest, because in their In my impression, the taste of shrimp paste is delicious. . . . . .

The next moment they opened the refrigerator, a unique fragrance entered their nostrils, which shocked the three of them. There were large basins in the refrigerator, and this unique fragrance diffused from the large basins. of.

The next moment they brought out the big basin, the three people's eyes were full of surprise. They saw that most of the big basin contained a gelatinous substance that looked like crystal jelly.

None of the three people like shrimp paste because of its smell, but they have seen shrimp paste before. Now the thing in the big basin is translucent, like jelly, and even the shrimp skin can't be seen inside. They don't dare to Say this is shrimp paste.

"Zhao Xinyu, what is this?"

"Shrimp paste".

The next moment, the three of them turned to look at Zhao Xinyu, their eyes full of disbelief. There was no unpleasant smell, and they didn't see anything on the shrimp. Such shrimp paste was beyond their expectations. .

"Try it, it tastes good, but a little salty. If you have shaved noodles, the combination of the two tastes delicious."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's make noodles quickly." Zhao Xinyu was not in a hurry this time, but Guan Bingtong was in a hurry.

"In fifteen minutes, you go to the restaurant to get ready. Call Grandpa and the others. By the way, Brother Tian and the others will also come over later. Prepare a few more sets of bowls and chopsticks. Brother Tian and the others won't drink, so they can have more golden years."

"Let me take a look at the shaved noodles," Du Mengnan said softly.

Zhao Xinyu chuckled and said, "Then wait for a while."

A few minutes later, Zhao Xinyu took the rested dough, kneaded it into a cylinder, flattened the top, and then turned his palm over, and a curved iron piece appeared on his hand. This kind of iron piece is called an arc in the north. The knife is specially used for making noodles. This curved knife was made by his grandfather Zhao Polu when he was learning how to slice noodles when he was a child. The curved knife has been by his side for so many years.

Holding up the dough with his left back, Du Mengnan saw Zhao Xinyu's right hand sliding continuously, and each time the thin iron sheet crossed the dough, one piece was one finger wide. The three-inch-long, triangular-shaped dough pieces like willow leaves fall into the big pot. The dough pieces that fall into the big pot look like whitebait playing in the water, which is really beautiful.

Seeing Zhao Xinyu doing it so easily, Du Mengnan became interested and said, "Come on, let me learn too."

Zhao Xinyu put the dough on his hand with a smile. Du Mengnan followed Zhao Xinyu's example and slashed the curved knife with his right hand, and almost half of the dough in his hand fell down.

ah.

Zhao Xinyu seemed to have expected it. Before the dough fell into the pan, he reached out to catch it.

Du Mengnan blushed, Zhao Xinyu was so relaxed, how could he? . . . . . .

"Mengmeng, this knife-cut noodle seems simple, but there are some tricks. The noodles must be one finger wide and three inches long, narrow at the two ends and wide in the middle. I will teach you when I have time."

When Zhao Xinyu said this, Du Mengnan chuckled and said, "Hurry up and get me a bowl. I'll try it first."

The 10,000-cut noodles came out of the pot. Du Mengnan was shocked when he saw the three-inch-long, medium-thick, thin-edged, sharp-edged noodles that resembled willow leaves. Using a curved iron piece, the noodles were the same length and width. It was even more the same, almost all the faces were rubbed by Eleven Mozi, which shocked her deeply.

When Du Mengnan was shocked, Zhao Xinyu dug out a large piece of shrimp paste from the big basin, put it into a small basin, and then added something unknown, the jelly-like shrimp paste. As it melted, the small basin turned bright red, and a rich fragrance began to fill the air.

Zhao Xinyu took the spoon, scooped out a spoonful of sesame seeds, and poured it on the noodles. Instantly, a layer of red oil appeared on the noodles. After a handful of coriander was sprinkled on it, the white noodles, red chili oil, and green coriander were rich and rich. The fragrance continued to penetrate into the nasal cavity, which made Du Mengnan couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

[At the beginning of the chapter, I asked you to read it silently three times. Do you remember? Share on Facebook and there may be surprises]