Chapter 346 The Taste of Home
Stretching noodles can be said to be the most technically difficult skill in noodle making to some extent.
Not only is it used when making noodles, the technique of stretching noodles can also be used to make a variety of snacks. Small and difficult snacks such as clear oil cakes, silver silk rolls, and Panxiang cakes all require the blessing of noodles stretching technology. It is an indispensable process.
The naive Jiang Feng thought that it was easy when she saw Cao Guixiang making noodles in her memory, but within a few minutes the slender noodles came out of her hands, so she thought that making noodles should be just a little more difficult than rolling noodles by hand, and she had to learn it for a while. Can get started.
But in fact, making noodles is a technique that tests the most basic skills. For Jiang Feng, an orthodox chef with zero experience, learning to make noodles as soon as he gets started is undoubtedly a dead end, from getting started to being buried in the grave.
In fact, Jiang Jianguo taught Jiang Feng according to the teaching policy from entry to burial.
As a good uncle who cares about his nephew, Jiang Jianguo does not want to ruin Jiang Feng's happiness. After all, this willingness to learn is worth encouraging. But on the other hand, as the eldest son who was despised by the old man, and who was usually looked down upon by the old man and beaten the most when he was a child, if he really led Jiang Feng astray like this, and took away the future hope of the Jiang family from the red case. When I got to Bai'an, the old man had to pull out his skin.
Even though the old man is already eighty now, when he goes out to take the bus or the subway, someone will offer him his seat, and he is still lively when it comes to raising his son. Although the strength may not be as good as before, with the addition of decades of rich experience, the effect is not inferior to that of when he was young.
When Wu Minqi returned home after a day's work, she saw Jiang Feng lying on the sofa watching TV with a hopeless look on his face and a "I'm going to die from exhaustion, let me just eat fish" vibe. .
"How were you today? Did you go to the hospital or the pharmacy? I didn't receive the message you sent me." Wu Minqi said, putting the things on the sofa.
Jiang Feng then remembered that Wu Minqi had told him before he left that he should send her a WeChat message to inform him before going to the hospital. As a result, he finished eating the dog food in Zhang Chu's memory and completely forgot about it.
"Qiqi, I'm so sorry, I forgot about it. I went to the community hospital next to me this morning. The doctor prescribed me medicine and said there was nothing wrong with me, so I should go home and lie down." Jiang Feng said.
"You just stayed like this all day?"
"No, I've been downstairs learning how to make noodles with my uncle, and I just came back to lie down." Jiang Feng said, staring at the TV.
"Making noodles?" Wu Minqi, who is also a chef at Red Case, thought for a moment before realizing what was involved in making noodles. "Making noodles is very difficult. How did you learn today?"
How about...
Probably...
Start by practicing making noodles.
"Add water, add salt water first, use both hands, use force, do not leave dry noodles in the basin, use force!"
"Use hard, then use a little more force, knead harder, add some water, and keep kneading like this until your hands, face, and basin are all shiny."
"Your face is not good. Knead it again. Remember to use three lights. Do you remember which three lights? Hand light, face light, and basin light!"
"Stronger, harder! How can you do this with so little strength? You see there is still dry dough in your pelvic floor that has not been kneaded up. What happened to you today, Xiaofeng? Why is your strength so weak today?"
"This doesn't work, come again!"
Although I took medicine, it was just an ordinary Western medicine, not a fairy medicine, and the effect was not that fast. Jiang Feng was unable to exert all his strength when kneading the dough due to the unignorable burning sensation in his back caused by the aftereffects of eating spicy food. He was embarrassed to tell his uncle that it was caused by temporary discomfort in some indescribable part. I couldn't use the strength, so I had to bite the bullet and knead the noodles for a whole day.
That's right, Jiang Feng had been dating for a whole day and was coaxed back to rest by Jiang Jianguo before he even started to learn how to walk.
This is why Wu Minqi saw Jiang Feng lying on the sofa when he came back, looking like he was about to die of exhaustion.
As for why the expression is so lifeless, it must be attributed to Ji Yue.
After rubbing his face for a whole day, Jiang Feng felt that his body and mind had been greatly damaged, so he decided to lie down on the sofa and watch an idol drama to relax. Ji Yue is an absolute expert in sand sculpture idol dramas. Under Ji Yue's enthusiastic recommendation, Jiang Feng chose a certain country's annual masterpiece that could not be found on online TV and could only be watched with mobile phone projection - "The Falling Leaves of XX"!
So there was the scene that Wu Minqi saw when she returned home.
“luoha，&￥@%&*……”
After discovering that the sound coming from the TV was not Chinese, not English, not Japanese or even Korean, Wu Minqi's attention was finally attracted to the TV.
"What kind of drama is this?" Wu Minqi sat down to watch the drama with Jiang Feng with great interest. She had not watched many TV dramas recently.
Jiang Feng thought for a while and organized his words: "A... revenge drama..."
"What are you talking about?"
"The male protagonist's mother was indirectly killed by his biological father. After he changed gender, he became the female protagonist and returned to the country to take revenge." Jiang Feng said.
Wu Minqi:? ? ?
"Are you taking revenge now?"
"So... right, she should be taking revenge on her aunt."
Wu Minqi:? ? ?
"Aunt? So how do you get revenge now?"
"Well, well, for now, she is in a relationship with her uncle."
Wu Minqi:? ? ?
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Wu Minqi's eyes changed when she looked at Jiang Feng.
My boyfriend actually likes this.
I didn’t expect that.
"That's not it. This drama has been very popular recently. I didn't want to watch it. It was recommended to me by Ji Yue." Jiang Feng quickly explained, "I'm just lying around and bored and don't know what to do. I would never watch it normally. Such a drama!”
Seeing Jiang Feng like this, Wu Minqi stopped teasing him and said with a smile: "I know it was Ji Yue who recommended it to you. I watched it with her at noon today."
"Huh?"
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
My Qiqi actually likes this? !
"The plot is actually average, but the male and female protagonists are pretty good-looking." Wu Minqi commented pertinently, "But then again, why do you suddenly want to learn how to make noodles?"
"I came back from the community hospital today and ordered fried noodles from the noodle shop downstairs," Jiang Feng said.
"The noodle shop downstairs? Aneng Noodle Shop? Their noodles are just average. Aunt Wang has eaten there." Wu Minqi said.
"It's not ordinary, it tastes bad." Jiang Feng said with a face that he couldn't bear to look back on the past, "Then I suddenly discovered that I had only eaten fried noodles twice since I arrived in Peking, and each time what I ate was not authentic and even a bit unpalatable. .”
Wu Minqi looked at him quietly, waiting for him to continue.
"Senior Chen Mengxing, do you remember? The one who graduated from our chess club this year is the senior from the law department who didn't come to the last dinner. He is from Peiping. When I first arrived in Peiping, I asked him where the best fried noodles are in Peking. Authentic ones are the best. He told me that all the ones outside are the same, only those made at home. The most authentic and delicious noodles are the taste of home. The noodles that everyone remembers are the ones made by their relatives who grew up eating them at home, so no matter how delicious the noodles are made in restaurants outside. , are not as authentic as the ones at home, and are not the taste of love they want to eat," Jiang Feng said slowly.
"So I want to learn, I want to make it myself, make it for you to eat, and make the most authentic fried noodles."
Wu Minqi smiled shyly, biting her lips, her eyebrows arched with tears.
"Then let's learn together, and I'll cook it for you when the time comes." "Okay."
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PS:
Asking for a monthly ticket! (Super loud!)
(End of chapter)