Food starts with noodles

As a result, after the novice period, there will be no such benefits.

Depend on!

I should have made more pasta before I knew it. If I cook all the pasta, I can get ten or twenty skill rewards.

With skills in hand, you don’t have to worry about doing anything.

Unlike now, a burning noodle stumped him.

However, he is not in a hurry to make the burning noodles.

Although he had never eaten burning noodles, Xu Zhuo knew what Li Sifu liked.

As long as it is spicy enough, just add more red oil.

Li Sifu, an old Sichuanese, would give a thumbs up.

Even if it tastes bad, he won't say it's bad.

After all, spicy red oil flows in the blood of Sichuan people.

In addition, Li Sifu rarely said that he had not returned to his hometown for ten years.

I haven't tasted the taste of my hometown for almost ten years.

No matter how deep the memory is, I eat meals from the Central Plains every day.

The flavors in those memories have been biased and transferred unconsciously.

After six o'clock in the morning, Xu Zhuo came to the door of the store, waiting for the delivery car to arrive.

Chen Guifang won't come because she just got 2 yuan from Xu Zhuo two days ago.

Xu Zhuo didn't give her a gift on Mother's Day, so the 2 yuan was considered compensation to Chen Guifang.

Although Xu Zhuo doesn't have much cash in hand now, it is definitely enough.

So if you want to leave, just leave, and treat it as saving money.

It's just that every time Chen Guifang asks for money, she has to send a screenshot of the transfer to Moments to show off.

This showman!

The delivery car came, but Chen Guifang did not come.

Move all the goods into the store, and those people are gone.

Xu Zhuo began to prepare the mutton soup and mutton trotters that will be used today.

After finishing these tasks, he came to the utility room and opened a box containing sprouts.

It's full of bags of vacuum-packed premium crushed rice sprouts.

It was dark and crumbled, sort of like chopped prunes.

Recalling the practice of burning noodles on the Internet, Xu Zhuo started working.

Anyway, there is still time, and I haven't eaten yet.

He decided to make himself a bowl of burning noodles first.

Kneading, rolling, and cutting.

Soon, the alkaline noodles used to make burning noodles will be ready.

Then Xu Zhuo took out a bag of sprouts, poured it into the basin and washed it again.

Put it aside to control the water, and then chop some pork belly stuffing.

Put the wok on the shelf and start frying the sprouts.

He puts minced meat mainly for the taste.

The traditional Yibin burning noodles are meatless.

Stir-fry the meat stuffing first, then pour in the bean sprouts, stir-fry evenly and turn off the heat.

Then boil the water and start cooking the noodles.

This noodle is a bit particular, and it can be cooked until six or seven times.

It is also necessary to shake off as much water as possible from the noodles.

For the convenience of operation, Xu Zhuo directly passed it in cold water.

After controlling the water, start adding ingredients.

Stir-fried broken rice sprouts, cooked peanuts crushed with a rolling pin.

Take a few spoonfuls of chili oil with you.

After stirring evenly, Xu Zhuo took a sip.

Ok.

This tastes awesome!

The noodles are smooth and chewy, with a spicy and delicious taste.

Originally, Xu Zhuo had no interest in burning noodles, but after taking a sip, he couldn't stop at all.

This is too delicious!

While he was eating, Chen Guifang suddenly walked in with a bag.

"Son, what are you eating?"

Xu Zhuo put down his chopsticks: "I just made burning noodles."

Chen Guifang became interested as soon as she heard it: "Let me try it."

After finishing speaking, she took a pair of disposable chopsticks from the side, took a bite of the noodles in Xu Zhuo's bowl, and immediately shook her head.

"No, no, the authentic Yibin burning noodles don't taste like this..."

Chapter 037 The Master of Sichuan Cuisine

Xu Zhuo was a little puzzled, this step was correct.

And it tastes absolutely amazing, why not that?

"I think it's pretty good."

Chen Guifang took another sip.

"The one you made is more like dry mixed Dandan noodles. It is spicy and refreshing, and everyone except Yibin likes it."

Xu Zhuo was a little puzzled, what exactly does this mean?

Come and play charades with me early in the morning?

Chen Guifang said patiently: "The real Yibin burning noodles are very numb, and the seasoning includes prickly ash, sesame pepper and kaempferen."

"And your level of spiciness is not enough. The real Yibin burning noodles are so spicy that your mouth will swell after eating."

"How about this, you go ahead and I'll take you to that small Sichuan restaurant to try later, and you'll know where the difference is after eating."

Xu Zhuo hurriedly finished the noodles in the bowl. He really thought the noodles were delicious, but he didn't understand the difference between the authentic Yibin burning noodles.

While washing the dishes, Xu Zhuo asked Chen Guifang curiously.

"Do you know the owner of Sichuan Restaurant?"

Chen Guifang has already started playing match [-] games.

"The owner was an apprentice of the old man in the early years. After studying for two or three years, he traveled to Sichuan and worked as a chef there for more than 20 years. He is a famous master of Sichuan cuisine. Now he came back and opened this small restaurant with Sichuan flavor. Make private meals."

"Son, if you want to achieve something in the cooking industry, you can't just build a car behind closed doors, you have to taste other people's craftsmanship, and you can know which aspects are lacking through comparison."

"When you were in school, in order to improve your dad's cooking skills, we traveled all over the country, and when we came back, your dad's cooking skills have improved a lot..."

When she was talking happily, Xu Zhuo interrupted abruptly.

"Aren't you two here to travel while I'm not at home?"

Chen Guifang coughed twice.

The smile gradually became awkward.

"Son, don't think too much, we are mainly going out to collect folk songs, and we are afraid that it will affect your studies with you..."

cut!

I believe you asshole!

Xu Zhuo started making noodles, and Chen Guifang took out the leftover sheep's trotters from yesterday, and ate them on her own.

After reconciling the noodles and marinating the sheep's feet, Xu Zhuo asked Jianguo to guard the shop.

He got into Chen Guifang's car and went straight to the new district.

Before coming here, Xu Zhuo thought Sichuan Restaurant was a small restaurant.

After all, the name makes people feel uncomfortable.

It turned out that it was only after arriving that there were actually two upper and lower floors, which were very elegantly decorated.

The outside is covered with blue wall bricks, matching the vermilion gate, which looks a bit like the entrance of a rich family in ancient times.

As soon as I walked to the door, a waiter in a cheongsam greeted me immediately.

With a professional smile on his face, the waiter obviously recognized Chen Guifang.

"Hey, Mr. Chen is here, please come inside, our boss just came here, you can find him directly upstairs."

The mother and daughter went upstairs.

At the stairs on the second floor, Xu Zhuo met the boss here.

A bald man in his fifties wearing a Tang suit.

"This is your son Xu Zhuo, right? He looks so handsome!"

"Yes, this is my son, call him Uncle Wei."

Before Xu Zhuo could speak, the other party reached out his hand directly: "Wei Junming, the first apprentice your grandfather took in back then has been wandering in Sichuan and Sichuan, and just came back, let's keep in touch in the future."

He looks about the same age as Li Sifu, but Li Sifu is not as energetic as him.

For Xu Zhuo, these are all the greetings between adults.

He hasn't gotten used to it yet.

Fortunately, Chen Guifang was there, so the scene didn't cool down.

After explaining his purpose, Wei Junming immediately led Xu Zhuo to the back kitchen.

"Let's go, I'll make it for you again, it's not difficult. You have to remember, the more this kind of snack, the lower the threshold, because popular food cannot be complicated."

Xu Zhuo nodded, he also knew this truth.

But he has never eaten burning noodles, and there is no comparison or reference at all when making it.

The back kitchen of Sichuan Flavor Restaurant is very spacious.

The full suite of stainless steel appliances is polished to a bright finish.

The stove, cooking table, vegetable sink, and soup bucket are all arranged in an orderly manner.

All kinds of kitchen utensils are neatly hung on the wall.

I feel comfortable just looking at it.

A dozen or so chefs in chef's hats of varying heights were busily working on the preparations.

Changing knives, toppings, cleaning, pickling and more.

Everyone is busy but not chaotic, obviously a very tacit team.

After looking around, Xu Zhuo was really ashamed.

He thought his small kitchen was big enough.