Chapter 378 Fine Noodles (please vote for me!) (Additional update for my 18-year-old leader!)
Master Huang was stretching noodles behind the small cooking table at the entrance of the store, only one meter away from Jiang Feng. Under normal circumstances, Master Huang would give 8 or 9 buckles. Jiang Feng remembered that the fried noodles made by Cao Guixiang he saw in his memory had 11 buckles.
"Master Huang, can you stretch the noodles a little thinner? I want to eat thinner noodles." Jiang Feng said.
"Want something a little thinner? Okay, I'll give you a little extra." Master Huang readily agreed.
Jiang Feng sat and watched Master Huang's movements of rolling out the dough. The dough was rolled into long and thin strips almost in one go. The dough was like a dancing skipping rope in Master Huang's hands.
Since the ordinary noodle stretching action is not as cool as ramen noodles, it looks like that to most people. It is nothing more than buckling, then stretching the noodles, and then buckling back and stretching the noodles again. The difficulty and technique involved The requirements can only be known by trying it yourself.
When Master Huang reached the 8th time, Wang Hao came in with a bowl.
The big bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge is the specialty of Fangji Congee Pu.
"Why did you bring the bowl over directly?" Jiang Feng asked, staring at Master Huang's hand.
"Boss Dafang heard that I was eating right across the street, so he asked me to bring the bowl over directly and return the bowl after eating." Wang Hao said, "I also ordered two cages of shrimp dumplings, which are still steaming. I'll go get them later. .”
Jiang Feng nodded perfunctorily. While Wang Hao was speaking just now, Master Huang had already finished the 9th dunk and was about to dunk the 10th one.
As the noodles become longer, the 10th stroke is completed successfully.
At this time, the noodles in Master Huang's hand are as thin as vermicelli.
Once the noodles are put in the pot, they will be ready in just a few minutes. Two thick-cut chunks of beef were stewed to a pulp, and one of them had tendons. At first glance, the tendons looked like they were about to separate. The texture of the beef was visible, and the juice inside could seep out when you gently press it with chopsticks. Come.
Master Huang sprinkled a handful of chopped green onion on the noodles, poured a spoonful of marinade over it, and finally added a little chili pepper to make the originally light brown noodle soup a little redder. Then he brought the noodles to Jiang Feng.
"Come on, Xiaofeng, let's see if your Uncle Huang's skills have deteriorated." Master Huang was obviously very satisfied with his stretched noodles this time.
Wang Hao looked at the beef noodles in front of Jiang Feng and exclaimed: "Wow, this noodles is so thin!"
"I just told Master Huang that I wanted to eat thin noodles." Jiang Feng explained, picked up a chopstick noodle, mixed it with a little spicy pepper, and added a few chopped green onions into the noodles, and slurped directly into his mouth.
Although the noodles are thin, they are very chewy and smooth in the mouth. Chef Huang's secret spicy food is actually not too spicy, but rather salty, and goes well with the fragrant beef soup.
After eating a mouthful of noodles and drinking a mouthful of soup, Jiang Feng felt as happy as a god even if he didn't taste the beef.
"Master Huang, your craftsmanship is as good as ever." Jiang Feng praised.
Master Huang’s noodle shop can blaze its way out of the nearly 100 noodle restaurants within a 20-kilometer radius around University A. It has become a noodle restaurant that ranks among the students of University A. It ranks among the top three takeaways in a certain group’s monthly sales. Naturally, it is There are real things.
Chef Huang can only be ranked in the top three mainly because of the time required to cook noodles. Like Fangji Porridge Shop opposite, small dishes are not included. The main products sold are porridge, tea eggs and side dishes, which only need to be packaged and can be eaten directly. In terms of efficiency, Chef Huang, who requires freshly stretched and cooked food, is beyond the reach of the fast food delivered.
Wang Hao stared longingly at the beef in Jiang Feng's bowl.
Jiang Feng glanced at him, cut off the smaller piece of beef in the bowl, and gave half of it to Wang Hao.
Wang Hao started to drink the preserved egg and lean meat porridge with half a piece of beef. After two or three sips, he asked: "Brother Feng, is the thin noodles delicious?"
"It's quite delicious. Do you want to try it?" Jiang Feng said, and when Wang Hao nodded, he gave him some noodles.
After a small mouthful of noodles, Wang Hao felt nothing. He even felt that thick noodles were more delicious: "I think noodles should be thicker to taste better."
"Everyone has their own tastes and hobbies. The thinner the noodles, the more delicious they are. It's just that the thinner the noodles, the harder it is to stretch." Master Huang had already sat down and picked up his phone again to watch the show.
"Master Huang, how many dunks can you take at most?" Jiang Feng asked curiously.
"The most?" Master Huang thought for a while, "When I was young and learned the craft from my master, I should have been able to draw 14 strokes when I first started. But later when I opened a noodle shop, I didn't need to stretch the noodles so thin. I guess now it's only 12 or 13 strokes at most. ”
14 buckles is already the minimum standard for Longxu Noodles. As an ordinary noodle shop chef, this is definitely an amazing achievement.
"Awesome!" Jiang Feng praised.
"Those were all things when I was young. At that time, I wanted to go to a big city restaurant to work as a criminal master. I practiced my skills for several years. Later I found that it was more suitable for me to open a small noodle shop and live such a comfortable life. Now it is I guess that won’t work,” Master Huang said with a smile.
"Master Huang, have you ever worked in a big restaurant?" Wang Hao asked curiously.
"I worked for two years and then came back to open a noodle shop. I am a native of City A. This area was a rural area more than 20 years ago. Fortunately, I had the foresight to buy the shop, otherwise I would definitely not be able to afford it now." Huang The chef sighed, feeling a little proud, but it was okay anyway, so he just sat here and bragged with Jiang Feng and Wang Hao, "Do you know about the Spring Noodle House that opened in the front door before?"
"I know." The two said in unison.
"That was opened by my apprentice. That guy is not big-hearted like me. After making some money, he went to the city center to open a bigger noodle shop. Last month he told me that he planned to open a branch next year." Master Huang Start bragging.
"Do you still have apprentices?" Wang Hao was very pleased.
"Of course there are apprentices. Lao Fang opposite also has apprentices. Aren't their sons and daughters their apprentices? My daughter doesn't want to learn this noodle-making skill, but it is indeed hard for girls to learn this. Being an ordinary office worker It's pretty good too," Master Huang said.
"I think so. This ramen is a laborious job at first glance." Even though Wang Hao couldn't tell the difference between ramen and stretched noodles, he could still keep chatting with Master Huang.
While Jiang Feng was eating noodles absentmindedly, he was thinking about how to introduce the topic and ask Master Huang to teach him how to stretch noodles.
It would be even better if Master Huang has taken on apprentices. Only those who have taken on apprentices have experience in teaching people. For details on the difference, please see the third grandfather and the old man. The difference between their cooking skills is not that big, but The level of disciples is absolutely different. Teaching a son is different from teaching a disciple.
The son can be beaten however he wants. If he doesn't learn, it must be the son's problem, not the father's. The apprentice has to think before beating him. If he doesn't learn, the master may reflect on whether there is something wrong with his own teaching methods.
Seeing that Wang Hao and Master Huang were chatting about more and more topics, from noodles to the Anti-Japanese War drama, Jiang Feng bumped Wang Hao's arm with his elbow and said, "Haozi, your two cages of shrimp dumplings should be ready, right?" ”
"Yes, yes, there are shrimp dumplings, I almost forgot, I paid for them!" Wang Hao woke up from a dream, quickly stood up and pushed the door open and went out to get the shrimp dumplings on the other side.
Jiang Feng felt it was time.
"Master Huang." Jiang Feng said, "I happened to be learning to make fried noodles with my third grandfather recently. He said that I can knead the noodles, but I still can't make the noodles. Can you teach me so that I can get started first? A door? ”
"You don't understand?" Master Huang was stunned and then suddenly realized, "If I remember correctly, you have never learned pastry before. You want to get started as soon as you get started. You are quite ambitious."
"It's easy to get started. Do you have classes these two days? If not, you can stay in my shop and watch how I make noodles. You watch for two days, and then try it yourself. If there is anything wrong, I will point out to you. Come, you can get started soon." Master Huang responded immediately. "Thank you, Master Huang. I'm really sorry to trouble you." Jiang Feng said with a smile.
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PS:
Asking for a monthly ticket! (Full of energy) (Thumping the table so loudly!)
(End of chapter)