Transfer Fubao four and a half years old

Chapter 445: Tender, smooth, and very delicious noodles

Chu Chu suddenly discovered that there was a small shop next to the noodle stall. It looked very inconspicuous, but there were many customers inside and outside the door. The cloth sign at the door had an awkward word "粉" written on it.

What is "fen"? Chu Chu has never eaten it, but looking at the way the word is written, she can guess that it should be food made of rice.

Miss Kan spoke to Qiuli, the foodie next to her, and walked towards the shop. Zimo, who also finished a bowl of noodles in two mouthfuls, followed her.

He has formed a habit of paying special attention to the lady's words and deeds in the past two days, for fear of missing something.

Naturally, protecting the young lady is the most important thing.

The noodle shop is not very bright, so the stove is specially placed under the window. The shopkeeper has his back to the window and faces the door to work. There is an earth stove in front, and two large iron pots on the two stoves, with hot water boiling. gas.

There is also a long wooden table with a chopping board and a kitchen knife, and half of it is filled with spices.

There is not much space left in the shop, just enough for two square tables.

A table was also placed on both sides of the door, so all the seats were occupied. There were now guests on every table.

Chu Chu did not step directly into the threshold, but looked at the guests eating on the table on the right. It was a kind of food she had never seen before.

One of the guests had a dry bowl, and he could see it clearly as soon as he picked up the chopsticks.

The so-called "powder" is white and translucent when pinched. Even if it is dipped in a lot of red and green dipping sauces, the original color of the powder can still be seen. It is something similar to broad noodles.

It was a piece of one inch wide and five to six inches long. The customer who was eating it deliberately picked up the shredded potatoes in the bowl and put it into his mouth along with the noodles. The customer took a bite and then squinted his eyes, as if he was enjoying it.

Another customer's bowl was soup noodles. The noodles were the same and the ingredients were similar to seafood noodles. There should be two ways to eat noodles.

Seeing that, Zi Mo had an appetite. Before the lady could speak, he directly said to the boss inside: "Bring us a bowl of dry noodles and a bowl of soup noodles."

As he spoke, he gently tugged on the lady's sleeve. There was no room for the table at the door, but the table near the stove was empty. Zimo quickly wiped the stool and motioned for the lady to sit down.

Only then did Chu Chu come back to her senses. After she sat down, she looked at the stove with her back to the shopkeeper, and then moved the stool so that she was facing the stove in front of the couple, so that she could watch how they operated it.

The two couples in front are in their early thirties, both have short builds, and their hands and feet are very nimble. Because the business is good, their hands and feet rarely stop.

Just watch the man scoop out a full spoonful of pulp from the wooden bucket at his feet, pour it onto the round dustpan made of bamboo, and then shake the dustpan a few times to spread the white pulp under the dustpan. A thin and even layer was applied, and the white pulp was very thick and did not leak down, so there was no waste at all.

When the woman saw that he had done it, she helped lift the lid of the pot on the stove in front of her near the man, and a burst of steam rushed up.

Inside the iron pot was a pot of boiling hot water, with an identical dustpan already on it, but the rice milk in the dustpan had been cooked and turned into an almost transparent white color, which should have been steamed rice flour.

The woman quickly lifted up the dustpan containing the cooked flour and put it over the chopping board. You could see a cross bracket placed on top of the hot water just now, which could just support the balance of the dustpan.

Then the dustpan in the man's hand was quickly placed on the holder above the hot water, and the pot lid was immediately closed.

Looking at the proficiency of the cooperation, you can tell that this shop has been in business for countless years.

The man here lowered his head and looked at the fire. The woman, without stopping her hands and feet, immediately scraped off the steamed powder on the dustpan bit by bit with thin bamboo slices. When she was halfway scraping, she lifted the dustpan and put it upside down. , seeing the whole white and almost transparent powder, the half that had not been scraped off, the powder slowly separated from the dustpan, and the woman put it directly on the large chopping board next to it, and there was no need to continue scraping the other half of the powder. They all slowly fell onto the chopping board by gravity.

The empty dustpan was passed to the man's hand again, and the man repeated the previous round of actions, ready to change to the hot dustpan at any time.

The woman picked up the kitchen knife and swept the noodles into a roll with her other hand. After a few "chop chop chops", she cut the noodles into seven or eight sections, each section being nearly an inch wide.

Then he put it in an empty bowl, sprinkled with chopped green onion, and dropped a few drops of sesame oil. Then he took a spoonful of soup from the bowl next to the soup pot and shouted directly: "Sir, your soup powder is ready, come here by yourself." end."

He still spoke in dialect, but I could understand him.

As soon as Zimo brought it over and put it away for the lady, the hot dustpan was started again. The same operation powder was put into the bowl, chopped green onion, sesame oil, a chopstick, shredded potatoes, and a spoonful of prepared sauce. Just pour it on.

The woman sang again: "Mix the powder in a bowl, sir, mix it yourself."

After finishing speaking, he added: "Two bowls total twenty coins. Sir, please pay the bill."

The price is not bad, Zimo thought: a bowl of seafood noodles with a lot of fish and shrimps costs eight cents, but this noodle dish without any condiments costs ten cents. Sure enough, when doing business, you have to be different, and just follow the trend. Not so fresh anymore.

"Boss, give me another empty bowl, and the three of us can share it."

At some point, Grandma Yan also followed. Maybe she felt that none of them could eat that much and didn't want to waste it, so she ordered an extra bowl.

It’s also common. Many people usually come together and order a bowl.

The landlady couldn't spare her time, so she pointed to the side and said, "Your Majesty, please take it yourself."

Grandma Yan took an empty bowl and sat down with them. She evenly poured out half of the noodle soup from the bowl, picked up a few chopsticks to test the temperature, and then put it into Chu Chu's mouth: "Chun Chu, try it first."

Chu Chu said "Ah" and opened her mouth. Maybe she had never seen such a crazy person before, so she thought it was funny, so she kept staring at the hands of the two couples.

It wasn't until he swallowed the mouthful that grandma fed him that he came back to his senses and looked at grandma with bright eyes: "Grandma, it's so delicious, smooth and moist. Please try it quickly."

Seeing the surprise and love in her little eyes, grandma quickly put a mouthful into her mouth and felt that it slipped into her throat without chewing twice.

This feeling is really different. The soup still tastes like seafood, but the texture is much better than noodles.

Maybe she didn't think it was satisfying, so Grandma Yan quickly stuffed another mouthful into her mouth: "This taste is very special."

She immediately pushed Zimo in surprise: "Try it quickly."