Food starts with noodles

However, the old man's wine is placed in the basement he bought, and the exact location is not known at all.

And it's useless even if you know, because the old man always carries his keys with him.

If you want to steal his wine, you can only go to Yangzhou to grab his key.

Yu Peiyong sighed.

That's what he likes, but Xu Jimin ruined it.

This guy is really his nemesis.

But this is the end of the matter, Yu Peiyong also thought about it.

Anyway, the bottle of wine was gone, and it was useless to sigh.

After dinner, Yu Peiyong didn't want to stay in the store because he was in a bad mood, so he followed Wei Junming, Sun Lisong and Yao Meixiang to the forest park to watch them make pickles.

Xu Zhuo stayed in the store and continued to be busy with his work.

"Son, what is the relationship between your grandfather and Yu Peiyong?" Feng Weiguo looked at Xu Zhuo with a confused expression, he was really confused by these two old men.

Xu Zhuo smiled: "What? Want to hug your thigh again?"

Feng Weiguo waved his hand: "Yu Peiyong and I were just playing on the occasion. After all, he is kind to me, so I can't show him face."

Flirtation?

Just now, I told Yu Peiyong that you and the old man are just pretending to be false.

This old man is really interesting.

But thinking about the environment Feng Weiguo was in back then, I understand.

A group of coal bosses are fighting openly and secretly. Feng Weiguo, who is almost the top chef in Shanxi, will naturally participate in it passively.

Today he cooks for the rich man, but tomorrow the coal boss will not be happy.

So he has to practice his kung fu to adapt to the wind.

Otherwise, you will offend someone who cannot afford to offend.

Thinking about the early years, when Xu Wenhai took over Sifang Pavilion, he was not less angry.

But what I do is to serve the industry, so I have to endure anger.

Xu Zhuo understood Feng Weiguo very well, so he stopped joking with him.

Instead, she leaned beside him and asked curiously, "Grandpa Feng, can you make sliced ​​noodles?"

Feng Weiguo was stunned for a moment, but didn't react for a long time.

"Son, tell me, I'm a Shanxi chef, can I make sliced ​​noodles?"

Only then did Xu Zhuo realize that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly said, "No, no, that's not what I meant, I mean, it's okay right now, let's show off your skill in making noodles."

When Feng Weiguo heard it, he immediately became interested: "Do you want to learn?"

Xu Zhuo nodded: "I want to see and see, but there is no real noodle-cutter master in Jianguo yet. Now the noodle-sliced ​​noodles in Shanxi noodle restaurants are all made by machines."

Feng Weiguo sighed: "That's right, the skill of knife-cut noodles will probably be lost in a few decades. Let's go, go to the kitchen, and show you the foundation of our Shanxi cuisine—knife-cut noodles."

Chapter 392 It's better to be Grandpa Feng!

Shanxi is the hometown of pasta, and there are many kinds of pasta.

One of the most famous is the sliced ​​noodles known as the "King of Noodles".

Knife-shaved noodles refer to noodles that have been cut with a knife.

This kind of noodles is thick in the middle and thin in the sides, with sharp edges and sharp edges, resembling willow leaves.

The cooked sliced ​​noodles are smooth on the outside and tendons on the inside, soft but not sticky, and the more you chew, the more fragrant they become. It is very popular among noodle lovers.

Among the sliced ​​noodles in Shanxi, the most famous one is Datong's sliced ​​noodles, which can be called "the king of noodle dishes".

"The King of Noodles? Is it that exaggerated?"

In his own professional field, Feng Weiguo could not hear the slightest voice of doubt.

"I'll let you see later, the charm of the noodle king among kings!"

After finishing speaking, Feng Weiguo was just about to go to the meeting, when he suddenly saw Xu Zhuo standing aside with his arms folded, like a passer-by watching the excitement, he immediately felt unbalanced.

"When your grandfather was cooking with Yu Peiyong, it was you who helped me. Today I cook sliced ​​noodles, and you have to help me too."

Although he has become a younger brother, he cannot lose his reputation as a famous chef.

Boss Xu didn't care about these things, so he just hit him.

But what he was curious about was that it was just sliced ​​noodles, so what was there to do?

Could it be that he told himself to do it?

"No problem, Grandpa Feng, tell me what to do."

Seeing that Xu Zhuo readily agreed, Feng Weiguo was overjoyed.

"How about this, you help me reconcile the noodles. I just went back and brought back my noodle-slicing knife. The noodles used for slicing noodles are relatively hard, and there is no more than three liang of water per catty of noodles. Don't make it too soft."

Xu Zhuo was stunned for a moment, he really didn't expect that Feng Wei would arrange a meeting for him.

Sliced ​​noodles are divided into three parts, kneading noodles, sliced ​​noodles, and boiled noodles.

The kneading noodles accounted for one-third of the knife-shaved noodles.

Is this the work of the underhand?

Xu Zhuo felt a little fooled.

This old man, did he want to make a fool of himself?

As soon as it comes up, it makes people and such a difficult face.

Absolutely no peace of mind.

Is it because he didn't give him leftover crab roe and tofu in the morning?

What a small mind!

But no matter how hard you make things difficult, we are not afraid.

With noodle skills in hand, this kind of hard noodle is not a problem at all.

Thinking of this, Boss Xu nodded with a smile on his face.

"No problem, Grandpa Feng, I'll start the meeting now."

After speaking, he took the basin and went to the utility room to get the noodles.

Feng Weiguo was left with a look of astonishment.

This kid, really knows how to deal with hard noodles?

It doesn't look like it!

I guess I think that I can make stewed noodles well, so I thought I could make the dough of sliced ​​noodles okay?

There is a big gap here.

Really newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

I have to take advantage of this meeting to teach him a good lesson.

But even if the reconciliation is not good, it can't be said to be too cruel.

Just a few words of ridicule and let him have a long memory.

After all, he is Brother Xu's grandson and Brother Yu's grandson-in-law.

Neither side can be offended.

Fortunately, this kid was confiscated as an apprentice, otherwise the two old men alone would not be able to deal with it.

As he strolled towards the house, he was thinking about how to taunt Xu Zhuo later.

It is useless to say it lightly, but it offends people if it is serious.

Sorrow!

While he was worrying about how to ridicule Xu Zhuo, Boss Xu was talking about his kindness.

Or grandpa Feng.

This hasn't even started yet, so I arranged for my own pretense.

In this case, I'm really sorry for Grandpa Feng's painstaking efforts to pretend to be tough.

Don't worry about hard noodles, you have to keep calm and proceed slowly.

First, prepare the water according to the weight of the noodles.

Three liang of water per catty of noodles is the standard water consumption for Hesha noodles, but it is not fixed.

Because the air humidity and the dryness of the flour have an impact on the dough.

In some relatively dry places, it starts with four ounces of water and hard surfaces.

What Xu Zhuo prepared was three ounces of water, even somewhat lacking.

The less water, the better the dough for shaved noodles, so he wanted to experiment with the minimum water used for shaved noodles.

Put the basin on the workbench, hold the water in one hand and chopsticks in the other.

When pouring the water into the flour gently, keep stirring the chopsticks with the other hand to let the flour form flocculation.

While stirring, the dry flour below should be pulled up with chopsticks continuously.

And the pouring hand has to control the water flow.

You can't just pour it all in.

The smaller the flow of poured water, the better.

Turn dry flour into flocculation as much as possible.

This makes it easier to knead the dough into a dough.

Otherwise, pour the water in all at once, and make a large lump of dough, and the rest will be dry flour.

No amount of skill can knead dough.

Although I have been careful, when the water is poured out, there is still a lot of dry flour left in the basin.

There was still too little water.

Xu Zhuo picked it up with chopsticks, and found that [-]% of the basin was flour fluff, and less than [-]% of it was pure dry flour.

Should be able to try.

Anyway, it's okay if you don't knead well, let Feng Weiguo say a few words at most.

Putting the chopsticks aside, Xu Zhuo began to knead the dough.

At the beginning of kneading, because of the dry flour, these flour flocs could not be soft into dough at all.

Even knead more and more loosely.

With a little force, the newly formed dough will fall apart.

"Is there less water? Can this be kneaded into dough?"

Xue Mingliang washed his hands and was about to change clothes to report to Professor Yan at the medical school when he suddenly saw Xu Zhuo wrestling with a pot of dry flour.

A little curious came over, not understanding what this operation was.

Xu Zhuo patted the dry flour on his hand: "The dough for sliced ​​noodles is like this, the first step is the hardest."

This is the case with hard dough. When it was first kneaded, it was not shaped.

Only after kneading for a while, these flour flocs will gradually hold together.

If you can knead the dough with your hands, it can only mean that there is too much water.