Food starts with noodles

He originally wanted to praise Xu Zhuo, but when he turned his face and saw Xu Zhuo's half-smile expression, Feng Weiguo was immediately irritated again.

Depend on!

I have to praise when I see your grandpa, and I have to praise when I see your girlfriend’s grandpa.

Now I want you to praise you again.

no way!

Just for this expression, you have to give him a good sarcasm.

But how to be sarcastic?

Don't mention the dough, even if it was me, it would be like this at most.

Since you can't start with the dough, then dig elsewhere.

Anyway, this kid can't be cheap.

"The dough is well kneaded, just right for sliced ​​noodles..."

Feng Weiguo opened his mouth, and Boss Xu beside him laughed.

He really wanted to ask Feng Weiguo, how does it feel to pinch his nose and praise others after holding back for a long time trying to make fun of others?

As a result, Feng Weiguo's words changed after listening to them.

"You seem to be very good at making sliced ​​noodles, and you are also very professional in making stewed noodles, but you have never made your grandfather's best hand-rolled noodles. I don't know what you mean by that."

"Could it be that you have any opinion on your grandfather?"

Ok?

How did the topic turn to this?

Xu Zhuo looked at Feng Weiguo in surprise, you have to force me to pretend, don't you?

Feng Weiguo thought he had caught Xu Zhuo's sore spot, and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, but was blocked by Xu Zhuo.

"Grandpa Feng, do you want to eat hand-rolled noodles? If you want to eat, I can make you a bowl right now. However, there is a condition."

Feng Weiguo had never seen Xu Zhuo make hand-rolled noodles, so he assumed that Xu Zhuo could not do it.

"You don't need to mention any conditions, as long as you can make a bowl of hand-rolled noodles, I will work in your shop for nothing for a month, chop vegetables, wash vegetables, cook soup...as long as you tell me, I will do whatever you want."

tsk...

Do you work for yourself like this?

Boss Xu didn't want to bother making noodles by hand at first, but when he heard this, he immediately got excited.

"Grandpa Feng, don't go back on what you say."

Feng Weiguo nodded: "Don't worry, I will do what I say, and I will never go back on my word."

Xu Zhuo was worried that he would refuse to admit it later, and then use hypocrisy or acting on the occasion as an excuse, so he said the word in advance.

After getting Feng Weiguo's confirmation, Xu Zhuo was still not at ease, and recorded a short video with his mobile phone.

With the video evidence, even if he wants to repent, it is impossible.

Hmph, Shanxi's famous chef has just become his subordinate.

Although it is only a short period of one month, it can help me do a lot of things.

The work of cutting and washing vegetables will definitely not bother him.

But other things can be entrusted to him, such as the takeaway meal that will be launched soon.

After the National Day, the delivery team in charge of Yu Keke and Zheng Jia started trial operation.

Xu Zhuo plans to hand over all of them to Feng Weiguo if there is any speculation.

The restaurants around the school basically have meal delivery services.

So when Sifang Restaurant started its food delivery business, some people in some groups slandered Sifang Restaurant.

The price of the same food is so high at Sifangguan, we call on everyone to boycott it.

When Xu Zhuo didn't intend to deliver food, those restaurants turned a blind eye.

How many people can sit in your store no matter how good the business is?

The time for college students to eat is relatively concentrated.

Once it's time to eat, you won't have many customers no matter how delicious your food is.

So their resistance to the Sifang Pavilion is not very strong.

As long as Xu Zhuo doesn't deliver food, their interests will not be touched.

But once Xu Zhuo starts to deliver food, their market in the school is bound to be impacted.

Therefore, students must be called on to boycott before the takeaway service of Sifangguan is launched.

Now that Feng Weiguo is here, Xu Zhuo plans to hand over all the stir-fries on the takeaway to Feng Weiguo.

Let him teach those small restaurant owners a lesson.

See what the gap is.

As long as Feng Weiguo takes action, those students will spontaneously become fans of the noodle shop and help the noodle shop to promote.

As for the price, there is nothing to worry about at all.

Any student who is too lazy to order takeout must have more money in their hands.

If life is tight, obediently go to the cafeteria and line up.

I don't know how to order takeaway at all, and I can't remember this crop.

No matter how cheap takeaway meals are, they are much more expensive than school cafeterias.

In the cafeteria, you can eat for a few dollars.

But if you order takeaway, don't say you are full for a few dollars, you can't even reach the delivery line.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhuo handed over the dough to Feng Weiguo, wanting to do whatever he wanted.

Now his studious skill is still in a cooling state, and it can't be used yet.

Even if he watched Feng Weiguo make sliced ​​noodles, he couldn't learn much.

So I don't plan to go over to look at it, and it's justified to make noodles with hands as soon as possible.

After all, with a one-month usage period for a famous chef, this deal is more cost-effective no matter what.

When Xu Zhuo met, Feng Weiguo rolled up his sleeves and began to carefully wash the curved knife and the supporting board he had scoured by the pool.

After everything is done, the dough is kneaded again to prevent the dough from rising.

He found a piece of pork belly and started to make the brine for sliced ​​noodles.

One pork belly stew, one egg tomato stew.

These are the two most common halos for sliced ​​noodles.

After it was done, it happened that Jianguo and the others were not busy, and they were discussing what to eat to replenish their energy.

Feng Weiguo said to them: "Everyone go and rest, I will treat everyone to eat sliced ​​noodles later. Anyone of you who wants to learn can come and watch, it's very simple."

When he said that, Jianguo and the others really came together.

After all, he is a famous chef, so no one intends to miss such a good learning opportunity.

Soon, the water boiled.

Feng Weiguo kneaded the dough into long strips and placed them on the tray.

Then hold the panel in the left hand, hold the curved knife in the right hand, aim at the boiling pot, and start cutting the noodles.

The essentials of cutting the noodles are not difficult, just keep the hand holding the knife parallel to the hand holding the noodles, and then repeat the movement of cutting the noodles.

But it is very difficult to make the sliced ​​noodles well.

First of all, the thickness of the noodles must be consistent, so that the sliced ​​noodles taste perfect.

In addition, every time you cut it, you must press the gap left by the last cut.

The noodles cut out in this way are slightly corrugated and more resistant to cooking.

Feng Weiguo cut the noodles very fast, within a few minutes, the pot was full of white noodles.

Jianguo swallowed his saliva: "It looks really good."

Feng Weiguo immediately had an expression of success.

"How? Do you want to learn?"

Jianguo shook his head: "No."

"why?"

"Too tired!"

Chapter 395 Another task of recruiting apprentices

This sentence was too tiring, and Feng Weiguo completely lost his temper.

You should find a better reason anyway.

Is being tired an excuse for rejection?

There is no such thing as a chef who is not tired.

Besides, is the sliced ​​noodles really tiring?

Feng Weiguo rubbed his sore arm, complaining nonstop in his heart.

Today's young people really can't bear a bit of hardship.

I want to teach you how to cook with good intentions, but it's still tiring.

But he no longer wanted to accept Jianguo as his apprentice.

The last time I said it very clearly, but this kid just didn't listen.

It depends on the other chefs in the shop.

Taking advantage of this month to help in the store, I have to investigate carefully.

No matter what, he had to find an apprentice in Linping City to pass on his mantle.

After the noodles in the pot were cooked, Feng Weiguo took out a bowl and asked Jianguo and the others to serve the noodles themselves, according to their own taste, as much as they wanted.

After the water in the pot boiled again, Feng Weiguo continued to chop the noodles.

After Xu Zhuo woke up after reconciling the dough, half of the dough in Feng Weiguo's hands was gone.

Xu Zhuo washed his hands, walked over and looked at Feng Weiguo's sliced ​​noodles flying up and down.

When the noodles in the pot were almost full, Xu Zhuo said to Feng Weiguo, "Make less, they can't finish it."

Feng Weiguo put down the support panel, and moved his sore wrists and arms: "I walked a lot just now, and I want to eat some too."

"Don't eat it, just eat hand-rolled noodles later."

Seeing Feng Weiguo's panting appearance, Xu Zhuo asked worriedly, "Is your body okay? You'll be tired after cutting a few bowls of noodles, or forget it."

Xu Zhuo was a little puzzled, usually Feng Weiguo was not like this.

How did you cut it a few times to get it like this?

Wouldn't it be more tiring to let him cook later?

Feng Weiguo waved his hand: "I'm fine, I just rested these few years."

Since transferring the hotel in Datong out, he has lived a leisurely retirement life in his hometown in Weinan every day.

It is indeed a lot easier than when opening a restaurant.

But the more you rest, the worse your body will be.