Datang broom star

Jia Pingan's heart moved.

Liaodong.

Snow and ice.

I seem to think of something?

Jia Pingan looked up.

Cheng Zhijie who was circling pointed at him, "Low your head, keep thinking."

"I figured out a way."

"What method?" Cheng Zhijie's eyes lit up.

"Go home and try."

"roll!"

Cheng Zhijie felt that Jia Ping'an wanted to take the opportunity to run away, and couldn't help being a little annoyed.

Jia Ping'an returned home and asked someone to get flour.

"What is Mr. Lang going to do?" Hongyan was very curious.

"Fried noodles."

Ask for a ticket!

Chapter 531 The Old Jia Family's Seeds Are Good

"Here's the wheat flour."

After a long time, Master Jia entered the kitchen again.

Cao Er was too excited, "Your Majesty, just give orders, and I'll do it."

Grandmaster entered the kitchen, so it must be a big dish, right?

"Fire!"

The fire was lit, and at this moment Datang's rare iron pot was heated immediately.

"Don't be too big!"

Put the flour in and stir fry, turn it over quickly, otherwise it will be mushy.

"Ok!"

Cao Er couldn't help being a little confused when he saw it, "It's so delicious? It smells pretty good."

Jia Pingan also found it very fragrant.

Fried noodles do not require cumbersome procedures and the time is short.

"Husband!"

Su Ho came, sniffing the scent, couldn't help but be moved, "What's so delicious?"

"Fried noodles."

Jia Pingan put salt in it, and then stir-fried it again, and it worked.

He grabbed a handful and put it in his mouth, and suddenly...

"Cough cough cough..."

People who ate fried noodles for the first time felt that a pile of fine sand had entered their mouths, and their throats and eyes were uncomfortable, and they spit it out immediately.

Cao Er stood in front of him and was sprayed all over his head and face.

"water!"

It must be something not tasty, I... Flash!

Soho left quietly.

Jia Pingan took a sip of water, "I don't believe it, isn't it really delicious?"

He took a little more and slowly wetted it with his saliva.

The taste...is weird, not delicious, but it can't be called scum either.

Many years later, in that icy and snowy land, those warriors ate such fried noodles and fought against enemies armed to the teeth.

Then he tried the way of adding water, and the way of cooking it into a paste, adding dried meat and pickles...

"How about Bimai Rice?"

My mother is a genius!

Jia Pingan couldn't help laughing.

Cao Er tasted it, "Compared with wheat rice, this is delicious."

"Fry a pot!"

Jia Pingan felt that dry food was really not difficult.

Then he asked someone to get a cloth bag, put a bag of fried noodles in it, and spun it around a few times.

"appropriate!"

He called Du Helai, "Go to Mr. Xu's house and tell him that the memorial will be published tomorrow, no, I will go to court to see His Majesty, and bring up the matter of grinding around Chang'an again. Be more impassioned and brave. ..."

When Su Ho insisted on having a bowl of fried noodles for dinner, Jia Pingan threatened, "Get angry!"

"I don't make bubbles!" Su Ho raised his head, with the invincible confidence of a young and beautiful girl.

"Then try it."

A bowl of fried noodles, mixed with soup to make a paste, Su Ho's eyes rolled after two mouthfuls, "Husband, double cultivation!"

"I don't care." Jia Pingan said with a straight face.

Wei Wushuang stared, "Waste food, thunder strikes!"

Su Ho had a bitter face, "It's really not delicious."