The whole family is so poor, I rely on the food system to make a fortune every day

Song Fubao held back his laughter: ...

I still want to pretend, it seems that I am too familiar, so I don't need it, Song Fubao smiled, and everyone else laughed, and finally everyone in the room was laughing.

The lingering sound of hahaha's voice lingered, and it made the cold winter a little warmer.

"Okay, I'm thinking that the best gift every parent wants is the child's heart, not such a rare thing, we have prepared good things, and the heart is also worthy, but I can only make I want to teach everyone a noodle dish, and when we go home, we cook it for our parents, which is also considered a filial piety."

Song Fubao spoke bluntly. Observing the faces of several people, Meng Xuanye still smiled as before, making it impossible to see the real emotion.

Li Mu had the funny expression from before, still teasing her.

Mr. Li Xiu Pianpian has never changed, but he frowned, as if he didn't agree. Chen Youliang looked curious, looked at his hands, and shook his head again.

The older brothers were very interested and eager to get started right away.

"Don't force it. If you don't want to learn it, you don't have to learn it. If you want to learn it, just read it again, and then make it yourself. It's made with wheat flour. It's very simple and delicious. It's called Yangchun noodles. I hope to get through the cold winter soon. Reaching the warm sunny days of spring."

Song Fubao didn't care about it, and started directly.

Meng Xuanye seemed to think of something, and suddenly smiled, "My daughter's family has always been delicate, so it might be a different angle. We rarely have this kind of time in our family, why don't you give it a try!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, several other people also began to think seriously.

Li Xiu: There is only grandma left in the family. She has supported the British government for so many years. All the sons, grandchildren and daughters of her own blood have sacrificed their lives for the country. The white-haired person gives away the black-haired person. The last person left in this world is the most painful.

And although I adopted her as her grandson, although I have always treated each other with respect and courtesy, I have never had even half of my own closeness.

Maybe this is what she wants?

Li Mu: The old man misses his eldest brother, and always sighs with regret. He will be happy to let his eldest brother make a bowl of noodles to take home, and he will be happy to make another bowl of noodles for the old lady in the British government.

Everyone is happy, and his pocket money will be more, great!

Chen Youliang: If he has learned everything, he alone will not be ashamed. How to say it when he goes back, he should learn. Well, in case he offends His Majesty and is demoted to a commoner in the future, there is nothing to say about making a living with Song Fubao's craft. You can do it!

"Come on, let's get started!"

"I learn what I learn, but it's an agreement, no tuition fee, this is included in the 200 tael annual gift, no regrets!"

"As far as you are a money fan, is Song Fubao that kind of person?"

……

If you sing me and a few people, you are afraid that she will collect money.

Song Fubao rolled his eyes, then began to knead the noodles, and explained, "The most important thing about Yangchun noodles is the soup base and the strength of the noodles. You are strong, so kneading the noodles a lot is not a problem, and then you just practice throwing the noodles. , just rub the strips directly, yes, probably make it like this..."

Song Fubao showed everyone the thickness of the noodles while tossing them.

In less than 5 minutes, two bowls were shaken.

"Soup base, remember the recipe, this kind of wild onion, hollow green stick grass with fragrance, chopped in a handful, put so much, then this black salty soy sauce, put so much, and then add mature vinegar , a spoonful of boiled white lard, add a little salt, and put this bowl away."

After putting it away, Song Fubao started the pot to boil the noodles.

Another pot was opened, "There are also poached eggs, how can they not fall apart when boiled, the shape is good-looking, and it makes people appetite? First, after the water boils, open the eggs and put them in a large iron spoon, let the water temperature solidify the fried noodles with eggs before putting them in Go in and cook. For the second method, take a spoon and stir in the pot clockwise to form a vortex in one direction, then beat the eggs and put them in."

It turned out to be the case.

There are so many details that need to be paid attention to in a small kitchen, the wisdom of the small kitchen!

"It's best, pour boiling water into a bowl and mix well, add noodles, poached eggs, and sprinkle some chopped green onion, how about it, it looks good, and it's delicious!"

Song Fubao brought up the first bowl of Yangchun noodles, the soup was crystal clear and delicious.

Everyone really wants to eat.

"Our family has no family background, so the ingredients are just like this. If you have the conditions, you can add a little shrimp skin in it, or the soup will be better if the chef makes a pot of soup!"

Everyone nodded, looking at the face in her hand ready to move.

But Song Fubao quickly picked up two more bowls, and handed one to Grandma Song, one to Yang Liuhua, and one to Li Xiuzhi, "Grandma, you and grandpa have a bowl, auntie, you and Tang Shu have a bowl, mother." You can eat with dad, what other people look at, they say it is filial piety, why don't you wait for me to do filial piety for you?"

"That's not unacceptable!" Li Mu laughed wryly, and directly got a big sinus from Song Fubao.

When the six people went out to eat, the others started to make it, and Song Fubao was in charge of lighting the fire and watching the instructions.

The first round came from Meng Xuanye and Li Mu. Each of them took a pot. The dough kneading part benefited from the previous work of the big fish balls.