Gourmet: Gou Zai’s State Banquet Chef

The sound of boiling oil blew off the fireworks in the restaurant.

Even the chill in the air was dispelled a lot.

In fact, although the making process of noodles is complicated, the cooking speed is very fast. After the shredded pork is fried, add pickled cabbage, bean sprouts, winter bamboo shoots and other ingredients.

After frying, from the bottom to the pan.

2 minutes will do.

The smell in the kitchen wafts out.

In the lobby, everyone was chatting, attracted by the scent wafting over.

They took a few sniffs.

"smell good!"

"The scent of this noodle is different."

"I thought it was stewed, but I didn't expect it to be stir-fried."

Hear Fang Yuan and the others muttering.

The young man sitting in the corner explained with a smile: "Yes, there are actually two steps to making Ciwu noodles. After frying the side dishes, put noodles in it, simmer in hot water for ten to 20 seconds, and then it will be out of the pot."

"Young man, do people in your area eat this noodle every morning?" Ji Shengli is still very interested in the grassroots life and accepts it a lot.

The young man didn't know the person in front of him. As the head of the first district, he said with a smile: "No, but noodles are our most common breakfast and supper. Before going to work, many people would go to the noodle shop to eat a bowl of hot noodles. Some older ones will drink some wine, and go to work after eating and drinking enough."

"It sounds a bit like Taihe Zaojiu." Fang Yuan said.

"It's about the same. It's the same reason that you people in Beijing like to drink soybean juice in the morning."

The young man said, sniffed again, and his face was a little surprised: "Not to mention, this taste is really similar to our local noodles. I just don't know how it tastes. The key to making noodles is noodles. We locals Eat hard because of the chewiness.

It may not be suitable for you. "

"Adaptation! We're going to eat authentic Ciwu noodles, so how authentic are you!" Qiao Weidong said.

The young man laughed and said: "Actually, it's not that I dismantled the boss's station. Now there are not many authentic Ciwu noodles, even in our local area. Many of the shops opened outside, in fact, the taste is not very authentic, it's just a name. It’s just a head. Because their noodles are not made at all, they are machine noodles made with a special machine, so the taste will be much worse.”

"Isn't this deceiving consumers?" Ji Shengli asked in surprise.

"It's not a matter of cheating. After all, when people come out to open a store, they must sell as many bowls as possible. If every bowl is beaten by hand, there will not be a few bowls sold in a day. How do you do business? Do you think so?"

The young man expressed his understanding of this approach: "However, if we locals come out to open, we will still make some hand-rolled noodles. It will not be all machine-made noodles."

"Little brother, the noodles in this store are all hand-rolled. I saw it with my own eyes at noon. Don't worry! It must be to your taste."

Song Qian defended Lin Mo.

The young man didn't care. He nodded with a smile and then stopped talking. He took out his phone and started a short video by himself.

"Here comes the face!"

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Lin Mo put a bowl of steaming noodles on the table.

"Whoever gives the first bowl to you, I don't get involved."

After Lin Mo finished speaking, he went back to the kitchen and continued to work.

"This side looks good!"

"Well, it looks delicious. Look at the noodles, winter bamboo shoots, and bean sprouts. Is this potherb mustard?"

The bowl of noodles in front of me is full of color, fragrance and taste!

A group of people drooled as they watched.

But just a bowl of noodles.

For whom?

The last few adults took a look, and Fangyuan pushed the noodles in front of Qiao Yingzi: "The first bowl is for you, Yingzi."

"Give it to me? Thank you, Uncle Fang, then I won't be polite."

Qiao Yingzi picked up the chopsticks and was just about to eat.

Suddenly thought of something.

Turning around, he said, "Big brother, why don't I give you this bowl of noodles first! There are so many of us."

"No need, little sister, you can eat by yourself, it's too polite." The young man waved his hand quickly.

"Okay." Qiao Yingzi took the noodles down and gave him a look: "Big Brother, do you think this noodles are similar to yours?"

The young man stretched his neck, looked at it for a moment, and nodded: "This looks pretty good! It looks like that! But I don't know how it tastes. Little sister, hurry up and eat, this noodles come out of the pot After that, the sooner you finish eating the better, the taste will change after a while."

"Okay, then wait a little longer, big brother."

"it is good!"

"Yingzi is so cute and sensible."

Liu Jing, who was on the side, saw Qiao Yingzi's actions, her eyes were full of approval, and she kept nodding.

Song Qian was happy when she heard this, but she said, "That's it, sometimes you are good, sometimes you are not, and when you are not, it's annoying."

"How can my child be annoying?" Qiao Weidong snorted, but he obviously didn't dare to speak too loudly.

Qiao Yingzi stuffed the noodles into his mouth.

Nine pairs of eyes looked at her in unison.

"How does it taste?" Fang Yifan asked quickly.

Qiao Yingzi chewed twice, but stopped abruptly.

"This kid, is it delicious? You should say something." Song Qian was anxious.

"Yingzi, is it delicious?" Even Lin Lei'er and Ji Yangyang couldn't help but say in unison.

Qiao Yingzi's expression went from stagnant to violently surging!

It only took a second!

She chewed and swallowed the noodles!

"Oh my god! It's so delicious! This is the best noodle I've ever eaten!"

"Is it so delicious? I'll try it." Song Qian wanted to grab a chopstick.

"No!"

Qiao Yingzi reached out to cover the bowl: "Your noodles will come later, just wait."

"Yingzi, you can't give it to your mother, you can give it to daddy." Qiao Weidong saw that Song Qian was deflated, and immediately wanted to show his father's might and majesty.

"If my mother doesn't give it, you're even worse Daddy..." Qiao Yingzi directly picked up the bowl, turned his back to everyone and started cooking.

Qiao Weidong: "..."

This is really a great filial piety.

Listening to Yingzi's whimpering, everyone was drooling with greed.

"Here comes the face!"

While talking, the second bowl of noodles came.

"The speed is really fast. Who will get the second bowl? Yangyang, Yifan, Lei'er, which one of you should show your dedication?"

Fang Yifan said: "Lei'er, the elder brother is the father, let the cousin come first! Ji Yangyang, you are so cold, you shouldn't snatch it from me, right? So then give it to me!"

Dong Wenjie slapped him on the forehead.

"I ask you to dedicate, not to deceive you! This bowl is not for you! Yangyang, Lei'er, you two choose."

Lin Lei'er glanced at Ji Yangyang, thought about it, and was about to push him over.

"Eat, I'm not hungry yet."

Unexpectedly, Ji Yangyang turned his head aside and opened his mouth to refuse.

Seeing this, Song Qian whispered in Liu Jing's ear, "Your family is Yangyang, with a cold face and a warm heart."

Liu Jing smiled gently and looked at her son with a satisfied smile.

Aside, Ji Shengli also nodded slightly.

Although he didn't say anything, he was quite satisfied with his son's humility.

Serve in bowls.

Finally, everyone ate it.

"Wow, these noodles are amazing, one bite, the noodles seem to be fighting in the mouth, really strong!"

"Yes! I didn't expect there to be such delicious noodles. The texture of this noodle is better than the noodles I have eaten before!"

"Delicious! It's delicious!"

The sound of "sucking" came one after another.

The expressions on each face are full of enjoyment.

After the noodles were finished, Lin Mo brought two servings of fried rice with eggs, one to Liu Jing and the other to Dong Wenjie.

Ji Shengli asked strangely: "Liu Jing, why do you eat fried rice?"

An imperceptible strangeness flashed across Liu Jing's face, and she said with a smile, "I can't eat hard ones, so I eat soft ones."

Ji Shengli felt strange, and he had never heard that she couldn't eat hard food.

But he didn't think much about it, he pointed to the egg fried rice and said, "Try it, how does it taste?"

"Okay." Liu Jing picked up a spoon, filled a spoonful of egg fried rice, put it into her mouth, and tasted it.

Chapter 52 The Bowl of Nostalgia

"what about the taste?"

All the noodles eaters raised their heads, wondering how the egg fried rice tasted.

Liu Jing's eyes widened suddenly: "Yeah! It's delicious, much more delicious than I imagined!"

It was the last time that Liu Jing, who was always gentle, could show such joy.

For a while, everyone's expectations for egg fried rice also rose!

"I'll try it!"

Ji Shengli took the spoon and took a bite.

"It's really good! How is this egg fried rice made? Why is it so delicious!"

"Forget it, don't ask, every dish is asked like this, Boss Renlin's shop can't open yet."

Fang Yuan joked.

"It's true, teach apprentices and starve masters to death." Ji Shengli laughed.

"I said Fangyuan, why do you eat fried rice like your wife?" Qiao Weidong was puzzled.

"Oh, don't talk about it. I've been driving online car-hailing these days, and I've been eating noodles for a change. Anyway, even a dishcloth made by Boss Lin is delicious."

Fangyuan's words made everyone laugh.

Fang Yifan commented: "Dad, you really are Galen speaking softly, silent and breaking your defenses."

"What a mess, eat your noodles, and children don't talk when eating."

Although Fang Yuan didn't understand what it meant, the words that came out of his son's mouth were probably not good.

When Lin Mo brought out the remaining bowl of fried rice.

Ji Shengli has quickly cleaned up his bowl of noodles.

"What a joy! Boss Lin, your craftsmanship is really amazing. This craftsmanship should not be buried, it needs to be well publicized. Unfortunately, this year's [Gourmet Shop] in the district has already been judged. Next year, next year, you must sign up.

On the list of [Gourmet Shops] in our district, without you, I, Ji Shengli, would be the first to say no! "

"Hehe, Ji District has said so, Boss Lin, you will definitely be there next year!" Qiao Weidong echoed.