Chapter 839 is nothing but
“Beasts!”
“Too cruel!”
“Don’t let me catch them, otherwise I won’t be able to reap the rewards!”< br>
“Damn it! I must avenge the people of my big city!”
After hearing Jia Ying's words, everyone suddenly became excited. Almost no one noticed the one-eyed old man's abnormality. They all scolded Mu Yu'an and his gang with indignation.
Finally, Jiang Zhuolin really couldn't stand the dirty words of these people, so he waved his hands with a sullen face: "Okay, everyone, calm down and go get something to eat. If you feel angry, just keep it until you are caught." Let’s spread it when it’s time for them.”
When it came to eating, the brothers’ attention was instantly diverted, and they rushed into the kitchen with bright eyes.
Chu Heng was afraid that they would be reluctant to use the things, so he thought about it and followed them.
A group of people rummaged through the kitchen as if they were invaders of the village, but the goods they received were somewhat unsatisfactory.
Potatoes, cabbage, radishes, corn noodles, and sweet potatoes are essential items, as well as more than a dozen kilograms of dried noodles, nine eggs, and four wilted peppers.
“You are so poor!”
Chu Heng pulled at the noodles and eggs placed on the chopping board a few times with a speechless expression.
Well, there is nothing to choose from, the only choice is fried noodles.
“Make a fire, make a fire, let’s make some noodles!”
So this guy waved his hand and enthusiastically led the brothers to work in the kitchen.
Two large stoves, one for boiling water and cooking noodles, and the other for frying sauce.
You don’t need to keep an eye on the job of boiling water and cooking noodles. You can even hold a piece of pancake for a dog. The main thing is the sauce. The essence is here, and Master Chu personally makes it.
For the sauce of Zhajiang Noodles, it is best to use pork belly, but this place is so poor, let alone pork belly, there is not even a bone.
But it doesn’t matter, there is still half a jar of ancestral lard if there is no meat.
Chu Heng was a bastard, but he didn't feel bad at all. He didn't hesitate at all. He directly took two big spoons and put them into the pot, grinning at the sight of the other buddies.
My mother-in-law!
He can feed us for half a month now!
Looking back, that damn cook found out and fought with us!
But one thing to say, this smells really good...
When the lard in the pot melted and the egg liquid was put into the pot, the strong smell of meat and the aroma of scrambled eggs wafted out, and the brothers began to drool wildly. They didn't care whether the cook was going to die or not. They all looked eagerly. He stood aside, his stomach growling.
Scrambled eggs with lard look delicious!
Chu Heng was not stage frightened at all. Under their gaze, he swung the large frying spoon very fast. After the eggs were fried, he immediately added sauce into it. Still following his method, he put in each of the three sauces. some, then add sugar to extract the freshness, and simmer slowly. In about ten minutes, a large pot of egg sauce with attractive color and rich flavor will be out of the pot.
The brothers on the side smelled the taste and wanted to grab two handfuls and stuff them into their mouths.
Fortunately, the water was just about to boil at this time, so the brothers hurried over with the noodles in hand, ready to start cooking the noodles.
Taking a lesson from Chu Heng's prodigal son, they were even more ruthless this time. They directly put ten kilograms of noodles into the meal for eight people and saw that they couldn't get through!
Their ideas are simple. They will be scolded tomorrow, so they might as well just spend their money and forget it!
Typically, if you have too many lice, you won’t bite them, but if you have too many debts, you won’t have to worry about them...
But as the old saying goes, you can’t bite off more than you can chew. I didn't consider whether the pot could bear it at all. In the end, because there were too many noodles and too little water, the noodles in the large pot almost turned into batter before they were cooked.
“I said what else can you brothers do?”
Chu Heng looked at the noodles in two large basins dumbfounded. Many noodles were stuck together in the sticky noodle soup, which made him unappetizing. "Hey, don't worry, Brother Chu, you'll definitely be able to eat it when it's cooked."
A young man picked up a pot of noodles with a smile and walked out.
Some of the others were carrying basins, some were carrying sauce, some were holding bowls and chopsticks, and they trotted out eagerly.
"Poor, eating some noodles can make you so happy!" Chu Heng shook his head with a smile on his face, and walked out with a cigarette in his mouth.
When he arrived at Jiang Zhuolin's place, a group of people had already started eating.
Seeing him coming over, forensic doctor Jia Ying, who had just swallowed a mouthful of noodles, gave him a heartfelt thumbs up: "Brother, the sauce you made is authentic and even more delicious than my mother's!"
“Yes, yes!”
“It’s delicious!”
“It tastes so good!”
The brothers also nodded in agreement.
“I didn’t expect you to have such a skill!” Jiang Zhuolin also nodded with satisfaction, highly affirming it.
“Hey, where am I?”
Chu Heng had seen what the people standing on the top floor looked like, but he was not proud at all. He picked up the bowl with a smile and gave it to Picking noodles for himself, he said: "I have a buddy who is the successor of the Tan family cuisine. That chef I don’t have any talent, I just learned half-baked crafts from others, and I don’t even have the three-level skills.”
When the young man next to him heard this, his eyes were full of yearning: “I don’t even have the three-level skills. If that’s the case, then if your friend comes over, how delicious will the noodles be?”
"What's it like? Let me tell you this, even if you eat the cabbage and tofu he made, you won't exchange it with someone else if they give you a big elbow!" Chu Heng smacked his lips and sat down, suddenly feeling a little nostalgic for Silly Zhu. Got cooking skills.
He pulled over the basin of sauce and scooped two spoons for himself. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the one-eyed old man eating the noodles one bite after another, as if he didn't like it very much. He hurriedly said: "Man, what's wrong? Are you not used to this? Please bear with me. Conditions are limited. I'll ask you to go to the restaurant."
"Huh?"
The old man who was thinking about something came back to his senses and shook his head with a forced smile: "No, I can't even eat this at home. How can I dislike it? I just thought about it."
What he said is true.
Noodles are now considered a fine grain, and most people are really reluctant to part with them and have no conditions to eat them.
"Hey, I'm still complaining about the bad food because of you. Okay, don't think so much. Eat when you should, drink when you should, and put everything else aside." Chu Heng smiled reassuringly. , after a mouthful of persuasion, he stopped caring about him and hurriedly twirled the noodles wildly.
You have to hurry up. The guys over there look like they haven’t eaten in eight hundred years. In the time it took him to talk for a while, he ate the second bowl. Let’s talk again. There will probably be no soup left by now.
The others among these starving ghosts also wisely shut their mouths and ate honestly.
However, the one-eyed old man seemed to have a bad appetite, so he barely ate a bowl and then said nothing.
But even so, there were no noodles left. Several people who ate stick noodles and sweet potatoes every day drank the noodle soup in the end. Fortunately, Jiang Zhuolin had the foresight to put out a small pot of noodles in advance and put it aside. Otherwise, The guy on duty in the building could only continue to eat steamed buns.
After eating and drinking, Chu Heng didn’t stay much longer. He handed over the task of cleaning up the mess to the brothers on duty, and drove the one-eyed old man away from the Public Security Bureau in his car.
On the way back, the two of them had little communication.
The old man complained that he was tired when he got in the car. He fell down on the chair and closed his eyes, and he didn't even fart.
Chu Heng couldn't force others to chat, he could only drive silently.
(End of this chapter)