Chapter 381 Xiaofeng, learn to make noodles with me!
At 8:57 a.m. on September 10, Jiang Feng, with a chicken coop on his head, unkempt hair and a dazed expression, dragged his suitcase out of the train station as if he was walking on the clouds.
Wu Minqi, who was picking up people at the exit, hesitated for several seconds before daring to recognize them.
"Fengfeng, didn't you buy a soft sleeper? Why did it become like this?" Wu Minqi asked.
Jiang Feng sighed: "Fate has its way with people!"
This time, everything was fine when he first got in the car. There were no footprints on the sheets. He was the only one in his compartment. It looked like a good place to sleep peacefully. At that time, Jiang Feng was a little lucky. He felt that he had a box to himself with one ticket, and rounded it off to the tune of 100 million.
As a result, the other three people in the box got on the train at the next stop. A couple brought two children, the older one looked seven or eight years old, and the younger one was still in their arms. Since the time for that family to get on the bus was already 12 o'clock, everyone got on the bus and went to bed without any problems.
It wasn't until two o'clock in the morning that Jiang Feng was awakened by the cry of a child.
I don’t know whether it’s because the soft sleeper bed is uncomfortable or because the mother’s arms are not warm enough, but the child who is not loud but has a loud voice will cry every few dozen minutes to show his presence, in the closed box. Li Jiangfeng was stunned to hear this simple crying sound like 3D blue-ray stereo surround sound.
If the previous grinding of teeth could be described with a verse from Su Shi's "Ode to the Red Cliff", for the continuous, rising and falling, ups and downs, and endless crying sounds last night, Jiang Feng could only use the words from the recently popular Japanese drama. "ohmyJuliaaaaaa~" to describe.
"There is a child in the box. He didn't seem to adapt well last night." Jiang Feng summarized everything he experienced last night in sixteen words.
Wu Minqi understood instantly: "Then do you want to go back and take a nap in the morning?"
"No need." Jiang Feng said, "I'll just go back and take a shower and change clothes. Aren't there still guests coming to eat eight-treasure chestnut pigeon at noon today? How is Ji Xue over there? Is there any news?"< br>
Wu Minqi and Jiang Feng walked into the subway station together and said as they walked: "I haven't found the person, but I found the ticket purchase record of the ID card. He should be in FZ now. I guess he doesn't want to stay in the province for fear of running into acquaintances, and he doesn't have much money and can't run away." It was far away, so I went to the neighboring province. Ji Xue called yesterday and said that the police were conducting surveillance and they should be able to find him in the next two days. Ah Yue also called Sun Jikai. Isn't he in FZ? He should be able to help. ”
"That's good, as long as you can find it." Jiang Feng nodded, "Have you had breakfast?"
"No, I went out this morning after we met." Wu Minqi strongly hinted.
Jiang Feng understood: "I'll make noodles for you when you get back. Master Huang praised me yesterday for my special talent in making noodles, and wanted to keep me in City A so that I could learn how to make noodles with him."
Wu Minqi smiled cooperatively, thinking that Jiang Feng was bragging. She still clearly remembered what the noodles Jiang Feng made at Chenfeng Elementary School looked like. It was absolutely impossible to learn how to make noodles in just a few days.
It was almost ten o'clock when Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi returned home. Jiang Feng quickly took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and went to the kitchen to prepare noodles.
He was familiar with all the steps, and Wu Minqi made the noodles during the interview. Wu Minqi rarely dealt with noodles except for copying, and her skill in making noodles was average, not as good as Jiang Feng, who had been taught by Jiang Jianguo and Master Huang.
"Qiqi, you need to use cold water to make noodles in summer, but our home has a central air conditioner with constant temperature and humidity. It's best to use warm water when making noodles." Jiang Feng reminded, taking off a small ball of noodles and starting to prepare noodles.
Walking the noodles is the most ornamental part of the dough. If the dough is a performance, the master can make the dough look beautiful. It was the first time that Jiang Feng was making noodles in front of Wu Minqi. He was a little nervous and his movements were a little stiff. However, Jiang Feng's talent in white cases was there after all, and he quickly adapted to it.
Jiang Feng stretched his arms flat, stretching and shaking, and the dough stretched downward like water rushing down a waterfall. When the strip was almost close to the ground, Jiang Feng crossed his hands and exerted force on his wrists, and the dough became intertwined like twists. Together, they kept going back and forth in such a graceful manner that Wu Minqi was stunned.
Jiang Feng was taking a walk when the doorbell rang. From the kitchen, they could hear Jiang Jianguo's loud voice outside the door: "Xiao Feng, Qiqi, are you at home?"
Wu Minqi went to open the door for Jiang Jianguo. When she opened the door, she saw two bowls of bone soup noodles in Jiang Jianguo's hands.
"Xiao Feng called me half an hour ago and said that you went to the station to pick up Xiao Feng without eating in the morning and asked me to cook you a bowl of noodles so that you won't be hungry. I think this Xiao Feng kid probably didn't eat either. I cooked two bowls of noodles. The strips are stretched first, eat them while they are hot!" Jiang Jianguo said cheerfully, and started to walk in. When he saw Jiang Feng stretching noodles in the kitchen, he couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, Xiaofeng can already walk the strips, this..."
Jiang Jianguo suddenly stopped talking. He stood there with two bowls of noodles and watched Jiang Feng walking.
The purpose of walking is to make the face smooth, soft, and flexible. Smooth movements are one aspect, and good control is another aspect. If the speed is not controlled well, excessive walking will cause the noodles to be uneven in thickness, which is counterproductive.
Jiang Feng also noticed Jiang Jianguo's arrival. He felt a little uncomfortable when he saw him standing there with two bowls of noodles and staring at him. He could only smile at Jiang Jianguo and said, "Uncle, what are you doing standing there? Sit down." ”
"Oh, oh." Jiang Jianguo came back to his senses, put his face on the table, and continued to stare at Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng walked around again and felt that the dough was almost ready, so he put the well-proportioned strips on the cooking table, sprinkled a handful of flour, and started rolling out the dough.
When it comes to walking skills, Jiang Feng's level is already good. It's not that good but he can't find any mistakes. But this was not the case with the stretched noodles, which were the real test of skill. Jiang Feng stretched the noodles six times in front of him and found that most of the noodles were broken. The thickness was quite even, so there should be no problem eating it, but the noodles were a little thicker.
When Jiang Feng finished stretching the noodles, he realized that what Jiang Jianguo brought was bone soup noodles.
Just now, he was focused on the dough in front of him, and he didn't pay attention to what Jiang Jianguo said.
"Oh, uncle, I didn't expect that you also made noodles. I..." Jiang Feng felt that his noodle-stretching skills were really out of line in front of Jiang Jianguo.
"It's okay, uncle just didn't have enough to eat just now. You guys eat the noodles first. I'll cook the noodles and eat whatever you want." Jiang Jianguo's eyes widened when he saw Jiang Feng's hand had broken off most of the noodles. He stood up and took it from Jiang Feng's hand. The noodles are ready to be boiled.
Wu Minqi, who failed to eat the first portion of noodles made by Jiang Feng:? ? ?
Jiang Feng felt that his uncle was a little weird:? ? ?
The two looked at each other and wondered what kind of medicine Jiang Jianguo was selling in the gourd. They happened to be hungry too. Jiang Jianguo's noodle-making skills have always been the best among the Jiang family's uncles. The bone soup noodles already smelled delicious. It was getting late now. They had to go to Tai Feng Building to work after finishing the noodles, so they sat down to eat the noodles. .
In the kitchen, Jiang Jianguo took the noodles that Jiang Feng had just stretched out in his hands and looked at them carefully, not missing every noodle. The thickness, smoothness, and fracture. Looking at it, Jiang Jianguo's eyes were moist.
Jiang Jianguo knows best how good Jiang Feng's skills are. After all, he taught Jiang Feng how to make noodles. Therefore, Jiang Jianguo has the deepest understanding of Jiang Feng's level and progress in stretching these days.
If he remembered correctly, when Jiang Feng asked him for advice last week, he was still not walking smoothly and had not entered the door at all. Only a few days later, not only had he entered the door, but he was also able to walk in a decent manner.
Xiaofeng has to work normally in Tai Feng Building during the day, practicing sea cucumber dishes under the noses of the two old men. He can only find time to practice Bai An at night, and these days he has no time to practice when he goes back to school. Under such difficult conditions, he can still...
He can still do it!
Jiang Jianguo was so excited that his hands were shaking.
In his opinion, those people who cut through walls to steal light, Nao Yingxue, were nothing compared to his nephew!
Xiaofeng's true destination should be a white chef!
In just a few minutes, Jiang Jianguo thought of a lot.
He thought of Jiang Feng's fried fish a few years ago, the eight-treasure porridge and preserved egg and lean meat porridge that Jiang Feng made, and even the pickled vegetable dumplings made by Jiang Feng.
Yes, that's it. Xiaofeng's real talent is in the white case. Forcing him to be a red case chef is a waste of his talent!
When Jiang Feng quickly finished a bowl of bone soup noodles and walked into the kitchen with the bowl in hand to wash the dishes, he saw Jiang Jianguo holding the noodles in a daze, with no intention of cooking them.
"Uncle?" Jiang Feng asked tentatively.
Jiang Jianguo came back to his senses and saw Jiang Feng with a look of excitement on his face. He was as evil and timid as Master Huang before: "Xiao Feng, tell uncle, do you like Bai An?"
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
"If you like Bai An, just tell your uncle. If you don't dare tell your grandpa, uncle go and tell your grandpa and ask your grandpa to teach you Bai An. Tell your uncle, is it Bai An you want to learn?"
Jiang Feng:...
Uncle, calm down.
You have been used to being beaten by the old man since you were a child, and I can't bear it.
"It's... not bad. I like both the red case and the white case. Didn't grandpa and third grandfather also learn the red case and the white case? It's just that they mainly focus on the red case. I think it's pretty good." Jiang Feng road.
"Hey." Jiang Jianguo sighed with regret, "What a waste of such a good talent."
Jiang Feng:...
Is my red case talent so bad in your opinion? ? ?
"Uncle, Qiqi and I will go to the store first. Remember to close the door when you leave." Jiang Feng decided that the thirty-sixth strategy was to leave.
On the way to Tai Feng Tower, Jiang Feng still decided that it was strange. Both Master Huang and Jiang Jianguo had suddenly encouraged him to specialize in white cases in the past two days. Could it be that his usual performance in red cases made people feel so hopeless? ?
"Qiqi, what do you think of my talent in Zao Hong'an?" Jiang Feng asked.
"It's pretty good." Wu Minqi said, "Besides Zhang Guanghang, the only person I know is you."
Jiang Feng nodded and accepted the compliment unceremoniously.
That's because his talent in white cases is really great.
Hey, being too talented can sometimes be a burden.
Ji Xue's extra part 2 has been updated and is in the original post.
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